(Someone Edit the Thread to Nazgul Crew: Dubrillion, not Dabrillion.)
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire Navy
Nazgul Squadron

"No Good Deed goes Unpunished"- Murphy's Law
http://www.murphys-laws.com/

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

Arturus finished his breakfast quietly and then slowly made his way back to his quarters.  As he walked, he thought back to the scene of their last mission.  Ever since he had flown amongst the smouldering ruins of the city, something had continued to bother him.  That was something frightening familiar about the city, the images played over and over in his head as if he had seen them before.  The tattered red flag of the resistance movement that was half burned and flapping in the wind admist the clouds of smoke plumming from the carnage seemed particularly clear in his memory.

He arrived shortly at his quarters and went in.  Arturus still had a couple of hours so he decided to sit back and attempt to relax, possibly even nap, before hitting the refresher and suiting up.  He had not slept well the last few nights, he had been unable to put his mind at ease over the images.  In the back of his mind, as he played the images over and over in his head, the blurred image of a face emerged admist the smoke, a face from something long ago in his past, a piece of a memory from a period of his life that he remembered little of.  Arturus laid down on the bed and tried to put the images out of his head.  He knew they were significant and they haunted him, but he could not recall why.

After tossing and turning for forty minutes, he got up and took a look in the mirror.  His eyes were dark and heavy, there were black bags under his.  Even his face appeared sunken and deflated from the sleepless nights and the torment of trying to find the meaning in all of it.

"If only I could remember..."  He said softly.  He turned away from the mirror and changed into his gym clothes.  If nothing else would relax him, perhaps a good workout would.  He looked at his left shoulder, the injuries, aggrevated even further from the last mission, had pretty much healed and now it was time to begin working the muscles again to restrength his arm.

Ninety minutes later, after an hour workout and thirty minutes at the firing range, he returned to his quarters and hit the refresher.  When he was done, he threw his gear into his flight back, put on what he constituted as a uniform and made his way up to Shazam's office.  He was curious to know a bit more about the mission before the briefing.  With Nazgul finally returning to solo missions, he wanted to know the fine details of what the squadron was getting into.
 
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FM/ESN_Arturus/Nazgul 1-2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=a=)(=sa=)(=jcpa=)(=scpa=)[MC:1][SV][BRC][LSM][LoC]

DJ234 was sitting in his room when he saw Jaden run by. "Jaden I yelled"," why are you in such a hurry going somewhere important and didn't invite me".

"Oh sorry about that but i was just trying to find Jack he sort of walked off after breakfast". "well if u want him he is in the simulation Area".

"Thanks DJ", So Jaden a solo mission eh never thought i'd be doin one of those. at least we can now show the rest of Vast empire that we are the best Defensive league.


well best get ready maybe ill go to the simulators after work on my shooting skills, make my self usefull ill see ya around Jaden. Good Luck with finding Jack.





 
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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=)

(Alright, mission time...)

"Basically, its this beach type planet where we get a bunch of resources from.  No rebellions or anything, in fact, I think the people are quite content with us there..."  Shazam said, putting his hands up and lifting his shoulders into a shrug. 

"So..." prodded Jaden, having taken a seat in the corner of Shazam's little cubicle like room.  Shazam cleared his throat and continued on, Art just now noticing he was the only one standing sat in the seat closest to the desk. 

"Recently," the leader continued," theres been some interesting drops in supplies, well, resources from Dubrillion that is.  We got a little suspicious, starting keeping tabs on people, and eventually we managed to pick up a shuttle that heads out away from the planet about once a month.  We tracked it and follwed with a few scouts that were cloaked out pretty good.  Well...  Apparently, that shuttle, has been passing on codes to the planet, or atleast we're assuming thats whats going on, because our resources havn't been going to us.  Yea," he said sheepishly," the rebels have ben taking our crap from right under our noses..."  He finished, leaning back in his chair now, twirling a pencil innocently. 

Art rubbed his chin melancholy, an 'OK' forming on his mouth as he did so.  "Right then," now staring back at Shazam,"What are we doin then?"

Shazam slapped the desk and sat upright again.  "Of course, well," opening up the folder," we'll be taking some interceptors out, equipped with shields, thats standard now," he chuckled, he'd just slid the brown across the table towards Art. 

"And we're escorting who?" he asked, noticing the fine bold lettering in the breifing report. 

"Uh, that's the second objective there bud..." said the young man who had been sitting next to him preivously," yup...  CAPTURE," he began in clear wording as if teaching an infant, but Art pushed him off and waved his hand for him to leave him.  'I CAN READ' said his face...

"Okay, capture designated ship 'Sienar', what's the Sienar?" 

"Lambda Class Shuttle, the same ship thats been meeting with the rebel folk outside the planet.  So, we're going to ambush the little buddy, take its crew hostage, and give fake codes to the rebels, further leading them to demise.  That friggen rocks doesn't it?"  Art replied with a nod, and Jaden was now looking through the coords, his eyes rumaging around the map.  Shazam stole both of the reports away from them and put them back together.  "Right, we've got about a half an hour until the breifing, I'll see you there.  I've got to go a little early and discuss stuff."  And with that, he was off...

Briefing Room- A half hour later or so...

JMac was sitting confortably in his chair, spinning around, thinking no one was looking.  He was confronted though, with the stern powerful hand of Shazam, who clung to it and and stared at him as if to say 'What's up!?" 

"Whadya need?" he said, folding his hands and lifting one leg to form a T on top of the other.  "The report I gave you wasn't too confusing was it?"

Shazam grinned and said," No, but I just hope that the guys will be able to comprehend what your saying.  I've only done training missions like these, and everything might get real messed up if they don't know what they're doing..." He leaned up against a side panel and liften an eyebrow. 

JMac uncrossed the leg and replied," My friend, you have nothing to worry about.  You men arn't in any real danger unless they make the danger.  So, keep your head on straight and make sure your eyes don't cross, and you should be fine.  This mission is about as good as you can get for a first solo mission.  I garentee you, that as this career of yours, goes on...  It'll get a whole lot tougher..."  And with that, he swiveled around in his chair some more...

Beginning of Breifing-Very soon after...

JMac began the breifing-

"Welcome all Nazgul Squadron members who are present.  Today, our subject is a very serious one.

Lately, one of our listening posts just outside of the planet of Dubrillion has been picking up some odd transmissions.  They have been coming from some of our own craft, directed straight to a group of unidentified aircraft.

About a week after the transmissions, we lost contact with the listening post, and started to get suspicious.  We quickly dispatched a small squadron of recon Tie Interceptors.  They scanned around orbit, and found something very out of the ordinary.

An Imperial Lambda-Class Shuttle had met up with several Alliance cargo transport crafts.  We quickly got the ID from the shuttle, but missed getting the cargo transports IDs.

We could no longer track the shuttles through hyperspace, so we had no idea where they had gone.  Our Tie Interceptors stayed outside of orbit, scanning the area for other incoming traffic.  They found nothing else.

We forgot about the place for a while, then turned our attention back to it a few weeks ago when our recon team picked up a convoy of about 30-40 Rebel aircraft.  There was a bulk amount of cargo transports, being escorted by 2 squadrons of X-wings.  The Interceptors quickly engaged, but were defeated with ease.

The transmission we picked up from out Tie Interceptors states that they were hypering to the Hydian Way, then meeting up with their fleet on another small trade route just outside of Coruscant.

We quickly reported this to the higher ups, and got a message back just about a week ago.  They are ordering us to deal with the problem in our own way, because they are currently dealing with disputes of their own.

A few days ago, we tracked the Lambda-Class shuttle on it's hyper route.  It will be arriving from the Hydian Way in just a few days, and we are going to intervene.  We believe the shuttle is going to be exchanging more codes to the Alliance so they can cleanly enter the planet without the main Imperial Factions noticing about it.

The mission is going to be very quick, and clean.  Make the window in between your objectives very small.

Once the Lambda-Class Shuttle, which we have designated Sienar, jumps in, we are going to deploy our fighters.  The Sienar is being escorted by a small squadron of Tie Interceptors.

Dreadnaught Vanity is going to jump in right behind Sienar, and launch a boarding craft.  Nazgul Squadron will be dispatched to take the position of the escorting Tie Interceptors.  Once the Interceptors have been taken care of, the boarding craft will board Sienar, and capture it.

Once the Sienar is under our control, Nazgul Squadron will escort the shuttle to it's designated meeting with the Alliance Cargo Craft.  Then, the Vanity will move to its hyper point, and jump out on the signal.  To our advantage, there is only one Squadron of A-wings assisting the cargo crafts this time.  We have equipped the Sienar with a transmission jamming device, so that the Alliance will not be able to call for reinforcements.

Once at the designated meeting point, our officers on the Sienar are going to give the Alliance fake Identification codes.  Those will be sent away immedietly, but once the codes are compromised, the Vanity will jump right in front of the convoy, and launch several boarding and disabling craft.  The Sienar will hyper out at that time.

Once all of the cargo transports are disabled, the boarding parties loaded with our commandos will be loaded onto the cargo craft.

Nazgul Squadron will guard the Vanity while it spills out a squadron of Tie Bombers, then they will protect it until it hypers back out.  After all is clear, all attention will be turned planet-side.  Nazgul Squadron will destroy  two..." he paused to move to the overhead he'd placed up earlier," storage facilities not our own.  We believe these have weapons that could endanger our commandos.  Yes, they are going in to capture the bad guys.  So, you guys will be continuing to protect both the ship and its personall once planet-side. 

After the commando's have finished their job, that is capturing the commanding officer at Merska Airbase in the southeast area here," he guestured to the map," and taken control,  they will be taken back off of Dubrillion to their hyper point.  Nazgul Squadron will escort them until they have reached safety.  At that point the Vanity will jump back in, collect Nazgul and hyper back out.

As I said before, it will be a quick mission, in, and then out of there.  I will once again highlight the objectives for you.

Sienar captured,  meeting secured/sabotaged, planet side attacks, commandos retrieved,  everyone makes off planet back home safely.  And thats about as espionage as you kids need to get...  Good luck." JMac ended the breifing and met Shazam to shake his hand and his mens' as well. 

(Alright, get ready!!)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

Jack had just left the briefing room when he saw Shazam and Darius walk off. Shazam seemed angry. Jack remembered when he was fairly new. Jaden walked over to Jack. He was apparently reading his mind.

"Did you see that deal with Darius being late?" Jaden asked.

"Yeah, unfortunately, I did. Poor guy. Anyhow, back to the subject of our mission: Dubrillion. I got some extra datafiles from my R2 unit on past Rebel cells on the planet. Traitors to the Empire, mainly. Dubrillion is where they "prepare" to join the Alliance," Jack finished up.

"Wow, that's a lot," Jaden began, noting the datacards that Jack held in both his hands, "for that large amount of datafiles."

"That's not the half of it," Jack replied.

"Well, I guess I'll see you again later in the docking bay. We'll kick some Rebel ass later on," Jaden said before leaving.

Just then, R2-X7, Jack's personal R2-series customized astromech droid, came rolling up.

"What is it, Artoo?" Jack asked unknowingly.

R2 whisled for a minute. Jack still couldn't understand until the little droid gave out a few more beeps and buzzs.

Jack finally understood. He bent down to his astromech droid.

"No, Artoo," he began, "You're not coming on this mission. I wish you could. You know an aweful lot more than any other droid, that's for sure, but no. The answer is no."

The little astro droid swivled its dome back and forth. He let out a long series of moans and almost-cries.

Jack let out a sigh. "Come on, Artoo. Let's go back to the room. I have a mission to prepare for."
 
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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, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/PO2 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B]
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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

(Thats good guys, that's what I want out of you, put some personality into your people, it really makes the story...)

"Again..."  the cold voice whisped off of Shazam's lips like ice rollin down an incline...  Darius let his head hang to the side for a second, he didn't dare talk back for fear of severe retaliation.  He hadn't at all expected this type of back fire when he walked into the room late, and he also hadn't seen how awesome Shazam thought the whole thing was.  There was no way his commander would drill him a couple of hours before his first solo mission, fatigue was no way to ready your pilots... 

"I said...  Again."  Darius stared up at him, allowing his head to straighten as well as his body.  Emboldened by his cadets apparent loss of energy, he decided to let it go on for only a little longer.  As Darius began to crouch into the simulator, Shazam caught the door with a strong hand and re-opened it to let the light shine in on his newest man.  "Do that again, and you'll be doing more than drills..."  then he left. 

Shazam didn't look back as he moved to the door, his point was made and the man would be very sharp for his mission.  There was nothing better than to bustle your people, but then allow for recover for pre-mission warmups...  Your frustrated, everything seems lost and nothing works, but then you take a break, and all of the sudden your lightning quick, lighter than air and fast as the wind.  Adapt like water, thought Shazam for a breif moment, still slightly upset about a slight screw-up on the first mission.  JMac didn't seem happy about this new guy, but Shazam did see a little potential, and decided to play hard up against Darius.  It was the only way he'd be at all good, he finished with his thoughts on the squadron member. 

"I think I'm just going to unwind real quick," replying to whatever Jack had just said to him coming from one of the nearby rooms.  His head hadn't been up, but he heard something, so he replied with an answer that would help out whoever spoke. 

"Cool, I'll be at the simulators, get used to the controls, then I'll probably get something to drink and relax too..." he said, finishing the conversation.  But after a few paces, widening the distance between them, Shazam walking awkwardly off to somewhere while Jack was upright and striding to the sims, the XO suddenly turned- 

"Actually..."  he said, putting up his hand and letting one finger hand valiantly in the air for a moment.  "Can I read through that report?  You said there was some stuff in there that wouldn't be revealed in the breifing..."  A begging look had taken full on his face...

Shazam paused, his finger to his temple, attempting to loosen up a bit, then he glanced back up and slid the folder inbetween his arm and chest, almost forgot he had it, and handed it to Jack.  He waved him off and continued down the hall.  His guitar would help him out, allow some of the anxiety to come to its avenue for escape...

(My next post we'll be getting underway with the mission.  You guys are doin real good, keep it up, I like the way this is goin...)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

(Doin good guys, I'll get this thing underway for you...)

Shazam, now suited up and equipped with a blaster pistol and a few other acceseries about him that were supposed to be 'unauthorized'...  But who actually paid attention to those, he sat there and thought, because theres no real way the could tell what anyones really doing around here, and they're way more up tight than they used to be. 

"What're you shaking your head about?" asked DJ from the corner, he was chewing on something and had his helmet at his side. 

"Oh...  Uh, nothing, just thinking..." Shazam replied back in the cramped little booth at the end of the ship.  A subtle boom sounded against the walls and soon escaped the ears of those hearing it, for the door in front of them greeted them with an opening.  The dreadnaught 'Vanity' had just docked with them and was currently allowing entrance, the naval pilots were stepping through the bridgeway, attempting not to step on eachothers feet.  At the end of the short hallway was an officer in full uniform, happy to see some guest, and he was waving them down. 

"Howdy, i'm Shazam and..." holding his hand out to the loyal band of followers," this is Nazgul Squadron."  A fleeting glimpse  might have caught the grin at the announcement of his group... 

"Very good, well, I'm 2nd Lietenant Cruek, and if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the hanger bay." he smiled pleasently and began moving briskly down the hallway.  Nazgul Squadron followed as best they could, but the hallways to the dreadnaught seemed good for only two to three people at a time, so everyone was kind of struggling for a good foot hold and some actual fresh air.  Ahead of them, Cruek was still speed-walking, encountering no personell at all, while somehow, the group behind him was stalled by some menace that figured he'd take a break and walk out the door next to him.  Yes, Shazam was a little frustrated, so it really wasn't that bad, but it just seemed to be getting warmer in there, and everyone was raising there voices... 

"SHUT," taking a breath," UP!"  The entire group fell silent, the leader completely oblivious to whatever they ere talking about. 

"Here you are," said the officer, beaming at how clean he managed to get this particular part of the ship for the squadron.  This ones been in space for too long, thought Shazam upon passing him and making his way to the VE TIE Hornet Interceptors provided.  OH yes...  This was the real upside, getting to fly...

Jaden claimed one for himself as DJ yelled out his own proclomation on top of his fighter.  Dirk was being very quiet, absolutely unnoticable, as far as Shazam was concerned after actually seeing him for the first time in the last day or so.  He didn't even recall seeing him in the meeting, but he knew he was there.  Sneaky little guy...

"We'll be coming out in about twelve minutes, so be ready," announced a man dressed in fine black and white, dark protective glasses shielding half of his face.  Shazam acknoledged this with a nod and made his way for a TIE on the far left. 

Jack sprinted past him and started spanking his butt while attempting to gallop in a triumpant fasion.  Art was shaking his head, jogging next to him and patting something he had on his side, then pointing his fore finger at him.  'Yes, that's for you' he seemed to word, and Jack's happy face turned into a maloncholy face, he was running backwards and almost got cut down by the wing of his own fighter. 


Just outsides of Dubrillion-10 minutes later...

"Guys, keep quiet, and always watch, don't let things surprise you.  Stay on the look out, you never know on these type of missions," said Shazam, a tone of 'and I would know' seemed to be well attached to it...  "Alright, check-in, report any malfunctions or anything of the sort, directly to me..."

In the corner, the hanger control room was busy with officers running from one console to the next, double-checking everything.  This was a really simple mission, and failure would be really embarresing to them, and punishment meant another six or so months of nothingness, squandering thier time in space...

"And that's it," said Jack, he seemed very cheerful although he'd just received about five death threats from Art.  Jaden kept talking about how he wanted to get back and have a nice hot cup of Java, he was already thirsting for another although he'd had alteast four in the last half an hour. 

"Jaden, you did use the refresher, right?" querried Shazam, just realizing the after effects of that particular beverage. 

There wasn't an answer for a moment, then a wry and lowly, " Yeeessssss...." 

"I'm not kidding man, if you get out there and you gotta go, its ganna suck, so don't be lying..."  There was another similar answer to this comment, and Shazam left it at that. 

Directly to thier left though, everything had turned black and stars had turned into white dots instead of bright lines.  The order came through for "Nazgul Launch' across the com and a series of lights were going off, to maybe catch the attention of those who could pay any of it...

"Lets ride..."

(This is your part guys, lets do this...)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

"Well done guys, Jack, form up on my wing, and Art, form up with the new guys..."  Shazam was pretty happy about what just happened.  They just completed an actual objective...  ON THIER OWN?!  Friggen right, and we're going to do this thing without a single problem, decided Nazgul 1. 

"Can do," answered Art, he seemed to be a bit distracted when they were in the hanger, but once he started flying he seemed to be able to focus a whole lot better; the guys got a lot on his mind, but he's still smooth, Shazam said to himself as Art skillfully manuvered behind the two rookies.

"Nazgul, you are to capture the incoming ships that should be arriving within the next few moments, good luck..."And they were gone.  Only a minute after, as if on cue, the ships were there. 

In the darkness, they seemed imaculate, perfectly sharp and absolute in every where: powerful.  Shazam had come to respect this image in only a moment, but the ardent look in his eyes as they arrived was almost immedietly interupted by the sound of rebel voices.

"This is the cargo craft Vatigan.  Send your data now, Seinar..."  Man, this is quick, I thought there would be some kind of greeting, like...  'Hey, how you doing bud,' or 'havn't seen you for a month..."  Basterds...

"Data sent, you are good to go Vatigan..." ended the man who had been sent to act as much like a rebel stiff as possible. 

Still gleaming in space, the cargo craft began to head towards the planet, very quietly and seemingly satisfied with thier codes.  Alright, continued Shazam, they should have sent those codes away by now... 

"Nazgul commence attack," ordered Shazam, barelly taking notice of the A-wings ahead.  In the backround noise of the hornet interceptor, he heard the Sienar activate its jamming device. 

The A-wings had been moving away contently, sure their job was finished when suddenly aware of eight new bogeys...  Shazam hadn't even bothered to move towards the cargo craft yet, it would take them long enough to actually get into planets tracking systems.  In fact, thought Shazam, upon closer inspection, it appeared that the Vatigan was completely unaware of the fact that the hornet interceptors were moving in on the A-wings. 

The red of the craft made him shiver, it was about to be very cold for the men in those ships...  "Engage," said Shazam, pretty at ease with what was going on, his taut muscles were still clutching the controls though.  The A-wings were only at about fourty-five percent, which was still reasonably quick because they are, after all, A-wings.  However, that wasn't too quick for the interceptors, because they were on them before anyone had time to think...

*The Boarding Craft*

Off in the distance, circling around the planet of Dubrillion, was a small craft, zooming along and trying to find its home.  On board though, things wern't so peaceful as the empty space surrounding them. 

Tristan, the highly advanced rebel pilot who had unmistakably taken down three men and in his wake left two dead, this in under twenty-four seconds.  Now, if your going to make a boarding craft to capture people, you better be well armed and have enough men to take on those your trying to capture, and this boarding craft did.  However, the men they were fighting were highly trained mercenaries, qualified for the exact mission given to them. 

In the side passage of the ship, the actual ship security had finally arrived and one of Tristan's friends, who'd been released immedietly, was flying the craft towards a designated target zone.  Yep, they were getting thier crap, which includes money, and getting the hell out of there.

"Lars, dammit, get us landed, our window won't be open for long..." said Tristan, had closed the door to the cabin immedietly there after and spun to meet the challenge of four armed guards. 

Four feet, two feet, no feet...  Tristan was imbetween the two in front and had thrown them against the walls on either side, allowing him to bring his arms up in one smooth motion, easilly taking the pistols from thier holsters and allowing for a plain sight into the two heads of the couple in the back.  There was a blast and Tristan had again turned, this time using the butt of his guns against the back of the front guardsmens' legs.  Each on one knee, he used the bottom of the pistols once again but on the back of thier heads now.  Four more down, one more and I've got a dozen, he chuckled...

(Excellent job guys, have some fun now...)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

Almost all of the A-Wings had been cleared. It turned out that a few extra A-Wings were hanging around farther away, and when they saw Nazgul Squadron engage their fellow fightermates, they rushed in as fast as they could.

"Nazgul Squadron, enemy fighters coming in at point-four-oh-five," Jack said. "Flight Two, form up. We'll take them."

"Be careful, Jack," Shazam advised. "You already took some damage."

"Acknowledged, sir," Jack began, "but someone has to clear those other Rebel fighters."

"True," Shazam said. "But just be careful."

With that, Nazgul Squadron Flight 2 flew off to intercept the other enemy targets.

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Meanwhile, aboard an A-Wing...

"Gray Leader, this is Gray Three," a young pilot spoke into the comm unit.

"What is it, Gray Three?" the Rebel squadron leader replied to his fellow fighter pilot.

"I have a few enemy targets inbound on point-three-oh-nine," he stated. "Should we intercept?"

"Are you kidding me, rookie?" Gray Leader replied. "Of course! Intercept them before-"

Then the comm went dead. Gray Leader had been shot down...

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... By Nazgul Flight Two.

"Watch out, Flight Two," Jack warned, watching the remaining A-Wings forming up for attack.

"Copy that," the other members of Flight 2 responded in unison.

The A-Wings were preforming a standard attack pattern. One would shoot first at randomly, the distractor, and another one would aim more carefully and fire, the killer.

Luckily, it seemed that Jack and the other Nazgul Flight 2 members already anticipated their move. The enemy distractor fired. Of course he missed, since it was part of the attack pattern.

Then, another A-Wing prepared to fire. The A-Wing happened to be Gray Leader. Jack and company realized that he would be the killer. Jack swooped in behind him and shot him to pieces.

Three seconds later, only the Vast Empire fighters remained. The Rebel fighters were reduced to atoms.
 
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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, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/PO2 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B]
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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

(Dude, lol, three wings is like an entire fleet of fighters, lol...)

Make that eight other A-wings...  Yes, that's right, coming right out into the open, no longer even concerned about the fact they might be spotted by those on planet who were completely oblivious to the VE's occupation. 

"Alright, Jack, take your flight and go with those on the right, and Art, go with the rookies to the left.  Dirk, and I will take the center..."  Shazam had managed to find a comforable part of his seat to keep his edge and allow him to continue cracking his fingers without the assistance of his other hand, or rolling his wrist around to the point where it made annoying socket noises. 

Ahead of them, the A-wings had just jumped in and were spreading into a long line, causing the imperials to spread themselves as well.  Nazgul just barelly outnumbered them, but these things were quick and they could turn anything into the exact opposite at any givin moment. 

The A-wings tilted sideways, giving themselves the leeway and letting off a couple of blast at enemies in the vicinity, giving them the toughest angle to shoot back and hardest tilt to even see.  These things were so aerodynamically awesome, that if they flew a certain way, it was actually hard to see them, except for thier bright white tails of course.  The bright fins gave them appearence of a shark, circling for a meal. 

Dirk was extremely quiet for himself, Shazam had actually grown use to his usual jabber that was half sulstan and rusty basic.  That was alright though, hopefully he's paying close attention. 

After a few seconds of closing some more distance, the two A-wings directly in front of them and closing quickly, darted in opposing pathways, deciding to test their skill and the manuverability of thier craft. 

"Pull up Dirk, don't allow them to get behind us..." Shazam said, a bit of a grunginess to his voice when he said it as climbed sharply, doing his best to get a good position on the craft that would be leading up behind them.

In the background, Jack had just gone bellyside on his enemies and climbed upside down, allowing for the perfect angle of intercept once he reached them.  His men seemed very happy to help him, for they disintigrated the craft and nearly a second in no time at all. 

Art, on the other hand, seemed to be having some slight difficulties, because his job was to lead.  Lead, was the problem, he was trying to pull some nifty manuvers but his men could not follow.  You can't tell them how to do everything, he knew Art was thinking, but he'd just have to figure out a way for them to come together without any serious injury. 

"Common Dirk, they're getting the angle on you..." said Shazam, his voice a bit more urgent this time, his eye on the little interceptor that was moving father and farther away from them.  "Dirk, DAMMIT!"  The A-wings were on him...

Directly above him and bearing down on him as he climbed upwards was about the best angle of fire they could possibly have gotten.  Now, from the turn Shazam was currently in, his weapon envelope was limited, so naturally, it was kind of upsetting to see his perfect manuver upset by this little mishap.  Nazgul 1 suddenly barrelled sideways, allowing him to turn towards the enemy craft.  Dirk had now given up on his turn, and still in some kind of trance, moved about unharmed, dodging fire here and there.  He was good, but somethin was up...

The two A-wings were in Shazam's path now, and he'd spun right-side up, the controls very calm at his finger tips.  That little manuver was going to cost him one of these days...

"Alright, get ready to break right on my command," Shazam said to Dirk, who was moving about in such random and un-predictable patterns... 

Ok, hold on now...
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

"Dj form up on my wing and stay close."  Arturus ordered as he followed Shazam down towards the planet.  As his fighter hit the atmosphere, he felt it shake violently and begin to pull down and to the right.  The stabilator must also have been damaged.  Art thought to himself as he struggled to keep his entry vector steady.  The atmosphere on the planet was reasonably dense and it wouldn't do him well to overheat on the way in.  Once fully into the main area of the atmosphere, Art felt his fighter slow down and the negative effects the damage to his fighter had on aerodynamics were quickly apparent.

"Everyone descend quickly into the fjord and skim the surface, once in range, lock onto the main generator."  Shazam ordered.  The squadron descended quickly down towards the water, some having to pull up sharply to avoid clipping the waves.

"Scan the mountain sides, they may have turrets hidden in the rocks as defence against a back attack."  Arturus advised.  He reset his flight control calibration so that it would sit in a position moving up and left when he let it go.  As they raced between the mountains, however, he found himself constantly adjusting to compensate and eventually giving up to do it manually.  In front of him, the squadron had begun to pull away slightly.  "Shazam, my engines can't generate enough power to keep up and the damage is causing considerable drag."  Art said over the comm.  Before he could here the reply, the threat alert light on the control panel lit up and a laser lock warning sounded in the cockpit.  Arturus dove down closer to the surface and began to evade.  To his front right, a pair of turrets began firing on his position.  Two others on the left openned fire on the scattered nazguls in front of him.

"Loosen formation and keep low."  Shazam ordered.  "Increase speed, we must get to our target before they scramble defences."  He continued.  Art continued to evade wildly to avoid the intense firepower coming from the turrets as he quickly neared them.  His fighter seemed to groan with each sharp maneuver and the temperature gauges on his cockpit indicated the the bottom right wing panel was overheating considerably from the drag.

"Shazam I can't keep up with you, good luck, I'll meet you at the rendezvous point from the target."  Arturus said over the comm.

"We'll slow up for you Art."  Shazam replied.

"Negative, if you don't hit that target now we'll be in worse trouble, I'll manage."  Art replied.  As he did, another warning bell rang out in his cockpit and his fighter veered sharply and violently to the right.  He swung the controls to the left as hard as he could and tried to regain control of the fighter as the right engine sputtered out.  The fighter raced towards a mountain cliff, the speed disparity between the two sides making it nearly impossible to control the fighter.  Art reached over for the ejection switch but before his hand could reach it, the turret's fire struck the fighter on the bottom right panel batting the interceptor away from the cliff and into a violent barrel roll heading towards the water.  Arturus reached over as far as he could, using one hand to stabilize the other and after one failed attempt, managed to flick the ejection switch.  A split second later, he was flying up into the air as the booster rocket blew his ejection seat out of the doomed fighter.  The interceptor trailed debris and heavy black smoke as it plummeted into the water a couple seconds later.  The parachute on the ejection seat deployed and Art slowly descended down to the ground.  The wind blew him towards the mountain side as he tried to land the seat in the narrow strip between the rocky mountain side and the river.

About fifty meters from the ground, a large gust blew him against the cliff causing him to touch down on the rocky hill side about fifteen meters above the ground.  The collision sent the ejection seat bouncing and rolling down the rest of the mountain before crashing onto the rocks beside the river.  Art groaned and his vision went black.
 
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FM/ESN_Arturus/Nazgul 1-2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1][SV][BRC][LSM][LoC]

(Ho Rah!)

Arts fighter debris was plastered into the side of the mountain.  If he was in their, there was no chance of survival.  Jaden scanned the area of the debris, and spotted a small black dot.  It was Arturus.

"This is Jaden on the tail end here with Dj and Darius.  I just spotted Arts crash site, and he landed a few kilo's away.  I have pinpointed the spot on the navi-pad," said Jaden.

"Good Job, now for up and get up here.  There is a large storm coming in from the east.  If you don't make it to us, you probably aren't going to be able to find us.  The temperatures are getting pretty cold, so keep yourself heated up"

"Affirmative," replied Jaden.

The Hornet Interceptor gained speed as Jaden eased the throttle forward.  Hopefully, Art would be ok.  It looked as if he ejected right in time as the satabalizers imploded.  Dj and Darius followed tightly behind.

"Guys, there is a storm coming in from the east.  Revert some of your energy over to your heaters, but don't take too much away from your engines.  We have to catch up with Shazam before the storm hits full."

"Affirmative," replied Darius.

"Aknowledged," replied DJ.

A few minutes later, Jaden spotted the rest of Nazgul.  Shazam was flying with Art and Jack, and Dirk was tailing behind.  Withing seconds, the squadron had formed back up.

"Ok, the generator should be just outside the exit of the fjord.  The storm is really starting to threaten the area, so watch where you are flying.  Get to close to some of those clouds, and you are history.  They will take all your systems out as if you were hit by an EMP blast," said Shazam.  "Flight 3, cover the rear for us"

"Affirmative," replied Jaden.  Just as they came towards the exit of the fjord, thunder rumbled the surface of the planet.  Jaden started counted the intervals between the thunder and the shots of lightning.  The first time, it was 5.  A little close for comfort.  Then 3.  Oh boy.

"Everyone, snap out of the fjord to the left!" yelled Jaden.  The fighters quickly manuevered out of the fjord just as the lightning stormed down into the crevace in the mountains.  DJ barely got out in time.

"Keep that throttle steady DJ, we almost lost you there," said Jaden.

"Good to still be with you guys," he replied.

Jaden scanned the surace, and looked back to his targeting computer.  The winds were really starting to pick up.  Jaden fought to keep his fighter stabalized as he was rocked by the hurricane like winds.

"Keep 'er steady...." said Shazam.

Jaden spotted the generator a few klicks away to the front.

"There it is.  Go get it....." said Shazam.
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire
Nazgul Squadron

"No good deed goes unpunished" -Murphy

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

Darius stared out his viewport as if he were staring into the future.  He was fighting the powerful storm.  His shields were beginning to bug out and he couldn't get his mind off Art.  His father had taught him never to leave anyone behind.  He hadn't yet and he didn't plan to.  He didn't know what condition Art was in but his was going to find out.

"This is Darius, I'm going after Art.  I'm not leaving him behind."

"NEGATIVE, Darius!" replied Shazam.  "I repeat, do not go after Art.  He'll be fine.  I've already called in a rescue team."

"They can't rescue him in this weather.  We don't know what condition he is in or if he's even alive.  They'll never make it.  My aft shields are out anyway.  One hit and I'm a goner.  Besides, I'm the only one qualified for this.  You read my bio that they gave you when I arrived.  I use to be a mercenary.  This is what I was trained for.  I'm going.  If you wanna bust my rank, go ahead.  It's not like I could possibly get any lower anyway.  Darius out.'

Before Shazam could give his input on the situation, Darius turned his com off.  He couldn't believe he was disobeying orders.  It wasn't unusual though.  He's surprised he made it this far into to Navy without receiving a dishonor discharge for his defiant personality.  Eventually he's gonna have to learn to take orders from other people than his deceased father and dead friend Jex.

Darius had broken formation and nobody had followed.  He began to slow as he dived into the fjord.  After entering, he realized that he was being a little reckless.  He released a burst of fire into the canyon wall and a turret exploded.  He dropped altitude, trying to stay below the turret's sensor arrays.

The storm began to worsen. Visibility was dropping rapidly so Darius turned on the infrared vision on the view screen in the cockpit.  He decrease the distance between him and Art.  He knew what he had to do. 

Upon making visual contact with the crash site, a lightning bolt struck the solar panel on the TIE.  The instruments immediately overloaded.  "Oh shit," Darius said to himself.  He instantly reached for his gear and brought with him and began to reach for the eject button.  He speed began to decrease and he ejected, hoping to be close to Art.

The TIE careened into the canyon wall and exploded on impact.  Darius hit the hit the ground and cut the parachute from his shoulders.  He cut the cord, hoping that is would come into use.  He salvaged everything he could, including the parachute and began his search for Art.

In five minutes, he had found Art unconscious.  He immediately began survival first aid.  He started with checking for a pulse and found a steady, strong pulse.  Upon looking for any wounds that would be life threatening, he discovered that Arts leg appeared as if is had three joints.  That couldn't be healthy.  He put in an IV that would kill pain and resesitate, then ran off to find a suitable splint that nature could provide.

Darius found some iron pole reeds, (native to Dubrillion and known for their extreme stiffness) near a creek.  He managed to hack a few down with his hatchet and ran back to Art.  Using the cord from the parachute, he used the reeds to stabilize the broken leg and keep it stabilized. 

Off in the distance, Darius looked through his customized scope off his Marksman E-11 blaster rifle.  Toggling through the setting, he managed to find the outline for to beings and a large AA turret.  Art stirred in the distance and Darius ran back.

"Who's there?" he wearily questioned.

"It's me, Darius; I'm trying to rescue you."

Art leaned up and looked at his leg but felt no pain.  He cringed at the sight and looked at Darius, "now this is gonna hurt in the morning."

"I did the best I could with the lack of supplies."

"So?" Art began to question.  "What's the plan of attack?"

"Well," Darius began to explain.  "I thought about asking those nice people if I could use their com and turret.  However, I ruled it out and thought I'd just shoot.  How does that sound?  Asking isn't really my thing."

"Are you sure you're up to it man, you're just a rookie.  What do you know about fighting?"

"Well, obviously, somebody didn't read my bio that they released.  I'm a mercenary that killed Imperials.  I've killed commandos with my father at our last little engagement.  I think and can handle a few guards and with a big ass turret."

"What ever, it's your life.  One question though, how in all the hells known to this galaxy did you come to be a pilot in the Imperial navy."

"Long story, when we get out of this, I may just tell it to you."  Darius handed Art one of his DL-44 blasters and a few power cells.  Making sure Art would be out of harms way, he his him behind some foliage covered him in the muddy parachute to keep him warm.  Setting his rifle to kill, he rested the stock against his shoulder and advanced on the turrets positions.  Art stopped him, "hey Darius."  He turned and looked at Art.  "I guess I can't call you rookie anymore."  Darius just smiled, gave a small solute, and proceeded.

(If you guys don't mind, I'd like to finish the whole rescue thing.  You can handle the flight mission.  If that's all right.)

 
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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/Nazgul 3-2/mSSD Atrus Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)

(OOC: Great work Darius, it'll be great to have you back for good once you aren't as busy)

Arturus shivered as the powerful wind whipped across the water spraying the waves everywhere.  He alternated putting arms under the parachute to keep them warm while keeping the other one near his gun.  In the distance, he could hear the whirl of the engines of fighters and what seemed to be shots being fired.  There were also a series of explosions.  Either they hit their target or we're in deep trouble.  He thought to himself as he pressed his body against the cliff and ground as much as possible in order to try and shelter himself from the bitter wind.  If only Darius had placed my pack closer.  He thought.  Darius had hidden both flight packs in some bushes twenty feet away.

Arturus laid back and tried to keep warm as much as possible.  The leg was beginning to hurt as the initial medication was beginning to wear off and the cold wind beat against his body.  As he lay there, the sound of the wind beat almost deafeningly in his ears.  As he tried to block out the sound, he heard a series of haunting words in his head.  "After the winds of hell beat deafeningly over the roar of the sea will he finally realize his real spirit of darkness."  The words repeated over and over in his head as the wind blew, painfully cold, over his body.  Arturus' head began to wander, the words, loud and clear as day repeated over and over hauntingly in his head.  He shook his head, trying to shake the words right out, but instead he cried out in pain as his shaking rocked his entire body.  In his mind, the image of the tattered flag over the city played over and over again as the words rang through his head.  He tried to clear his mind, think of anything else but it continued to play over and over in his head.

Suddenly, he was jolted out of the dream as water splashed over his head.  A large gust had blown the water all the way to the cliff.  A second later another way struck his lower body as the water was being forced towards the cliff as it roarded through the narrow ravine.  I need to get out of here.  He thought as he reached around with his hands to find a large rock to grab and pull himself up.  I hope Darius gets back soon.
 
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FM/ESN_Arturus/Nazgul 1-2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD_Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1][SV][BRC][LSM][LoC]

Darius shook the water from his face.  He was in range of the two people he had spotted in his scope.  It was a Rodian and a Whiphid.  The Rodian would be no problem, the Whiphid, on the other hand, had to be about twice his size and strength.  Must be a female, Darius thought to himself.

He looked once more through his scope and found three more people guarding the gun controls.  With this many people, there had to be a transport nearby.

Darius moved closer in range.  He knew he just couldn't go in guns blazing without getting himself killed.  Art's life was on the line and so was his own.  He had to try his luck throw his hand-crafted High-fly throwing knives his father had given him upon his completion of hand-to-hand combat training.

He unfastened his suit to retrieve it from its hidden compartment.  With one in each hand, he bent his right arm to a 90 degree angle, put his left foot foward and threw, trying to compensate for the wind.  It met the Rodian in the throat and it began to faulter.  The whiphid turned, looked, took it in, and roared.  "Oh shit, I've pissed her off," Darius muttered.  She roared something to the other three and they drew there weapons and disapeered.  From what little he knew of the whiphid language, he perfectly understood that they were going to try to flank him.

Darius put his other knife back in it pouch, and drew his blaster.  His main priority was to get the beast.  He quickly aimed and fired once, twice, and yet a third time.  The whiphid charged his position.  "Oh no," Darius said out loud this time.  He slung his rifle over his sholder and drew his second DL-44 and his hatchet. 

The furious, bleeding creature lept over the bushes and almost landed on Darius.  He managed to roll out of the way in time to miss the knee of his assailant.  The whiphid charged and Darius knew her weakness: clumsiness. 

In a low crouching stance, he leapt out of the way of the whiphids second charge and drove the hatchet blade into her calf.  She went to one knee and Darius aimed and put three shots into the back of her head.  She struggled and gave up the fight, sucumbing to a bloody death.

Darius withdrew the hatchet from the limp corpse and felt the hair off the back of his head be singed off.  He rolled backwards and sprung up released a quick burst to cover his retreat.  They fired, but were obviously not qualified for self- defense.  They were terrible shots, yet, not to underestimated.  Darius found cover near the turret and planned his next actions.

They kept firing and he had it.  Time to use an old trick his father taught him.  The stood and sprinted for the next nearest cover.  They fired at him through instinct, as he predicted.  Dropping to the ground, he began to scream bloody murder.  To make it sound realistic, he even cried out to his dead father.  The three rebels dropped their guard and investigated.

Upon their arrival, they saw Darius convulsing and screaming.  One of them, a Twi'lek, acted as the judge, "Imperial scum, I condemn you to--."  Darius jerked and dropped the Twi'lek with a shot to the abdomin.  He sweep kicked a small, stout human, and using the resistance of the kick, sprung himself at the other being which was a Gotal. 

They were totally taken by surprise.  Darius retrieved his vibroblade from his boot and drove it into the face of the Gotal.  The stout human quickly rose to his feet and kicked Darius' blaster away only to be dropped by a round-house kick the his glass chin.  Darius watched him spit out a tooth before he lost his conscious.  Walking over to the dead Rodian, he retrieved his prized knife and wiped the blood on the Rodian's leather jerkin.  He walked to the Twi'lek and spit on his face.  He muttered to the limp body, "take that di'kut."

Walking over the turret, he noticed that the com was shot out of the control panel.  Darius ruled out firing the turret as a use of a flare.  Visibility was too low, and the heat signature wouldn't last long in the weather conditions.

Now that the actions was over, he decided to survey the area.  The canyon was started to flood.  "Dammit, Art!"  He couldn't believe that what he had just done might have been in vain.  He had to think fast.  He left his grappling gun back on his bunk. 

Searching for an alternative escape route, he noticed that there was a flat boulder in the middle of the small river forming.  Realizing that it was more than a boulder, Darius sprinted and swam to it.  The boulder happened to be an combat airspeeder.  He opened the cockpit and thanked the stars that it was a two man. 

He quickly got his off the ground and flew back to Art.  Darius found him crawling to higher ground dragging both packs Darius had hidden.  With feelings of great relief, Darius landed and carefully picked Art up and hoisting him over his shoulder.  Minding the condition of the severely broken leg.  Darius drug both packs and carried Art to the speeder with the adrenaline of the moment.  He didn't have much time because the sound proved his fear. 

A flash flood roared down upon the turret and Darius heard it.  He hopped in the pilot seat and roared off, almost crashing in the side of the canyon.  The speeder beat the roaring rush of water out of the canyon and accelerated even faster. 

The speeder couldn't get him back the Star Destroyer, but it would make it to the nearest military base.  Art began giving himself even more painkillers.  "What took you so long?" he sarcastically questioned.  Darius just shook his head and hoped that when he arrived at the base, he could sip on an nice cup of steaming java juice and pray that the mission was a success his fellow pilots.

(For those of you who haven't read Hard Contact, the word di'kut, is a Mandalorian curse.  It's an excellent read and I highly suggest you pick it up at the nearest book store.
 
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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/Nazgul 3-2/mSSD Atrus Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=)