This is where Aegis Squadron will be posting character development things....
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire
Aegis Squadron

Rising out of the Ashes of the past, fighting for the Glory of the Empire of Future- Phoenix Wing Motto...

SXO/FL/P02 Jaden/Aegis 5/Phoenix Wing/mSSD AtrusVEN/VE (=A=) [VC:B]

Very good.....
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire
Aegis Squadron

Rising out of the Ashes of the past, fighting for the Glory of the Empire of Future- Phoenix Wing Motto...

SXO/FL/CPO Jaden/Aegis 5/Phoenix Wing/mSSD AtrusVEN/VE (=A=) [VC:B]

GDH/GDH Jaden/GDH-1/Gaming Division/VE/VET

Jaden laid out on the table, still soaked in bacta.  Everything was still a daze as the medical droids came around him, examining his body and making sure everything was alright.  His legs seemed to be alright as he lifted them into a bent position.  He remembered back to the time when he took the nasty spill off of the water tower on Varonat.  He wondered what had happened to the rest of Nazgul Squadron after he left.  But now he had new authorities and responsibilities, being the Executive Officer of Aegis Squadron.

After the medical examination was finished, Jaden got cleaned up and went to pick up his things from the personal impound.  His flight suit, officer's suit, and a vast array of other things he had with him on the Nazgul mission where given to him.  Jaden called a droid over to take the things that he didn't need to his room.

After getting into his regular clothes, Jaden picked up his datapad and checked the information.  He had 5 new messages.  One from Shazam, One from Jen, One from his new squadron commander, one from Japheth, and one from Jack.  Jaden looked through them making sure that there were no emergencies or anything.

Shazam just wanted to know how he was doing, and Jen was just checking in on him.  Chip had a report of things that Jaden was to do, and Jack was concerned about how he was doing also.  Japheth sent a message on a congratulations for a promotion, and a new position as Executive officer of Aegis Squadron.
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire
Aegis Squadron

Rising out of the Ashes of the past, fighting for the Glory of the Empire of Future- Phoenix Wing Motto...

SXO/FL/CPO Jaden/Aegis 5/Phoenix Wing/mSSD AtrusVEN/VE (=A=) [VC:B]

GDH/GDH Jaden/GDH-1/Gaming Division/VE/VET

Jaden sat at his desk pushing papers around.  He was swamped with paperwork.  All of the new recruits coming in, reports of attacks on the Correlian Trade Routes, just near Dubrillion.  Jaden would have to go through every report that the squadron members had sent in.  He was in charge at the moment, of Aegis Squadron.

Chip had been out for a while, but he would resume his position as commander of Aegis Squadron when he returned.  Organization was a big thing for Jaden as he tried to sort out the squadron, and put people where they needed to go.  With him running the entire squadron for the past few weeks, things were getting hectic, and he needed someone to take over the third flight.  The leader was yet to be decided.

After finishing looking through a few more posts, Jaden kicked his legs down from the desk, clean up his clothing a little, and headed down for the cafeteria.  He was starving and hadn't eaten since he night before.  Breakfast would be a great way to start the day of paperwork off.

As he arrived in the cafeteria, the chef gave him a wide eyed look.  It was Lense, Shazam's personal Chef.  Shazam had told Jaden of how good Lense had been able to cook, and Jaden was in the mood for a good breakfast.

"Hey Lense," said Jaden, "Shazam told me to come down here and see if you could whip me something up"

"I sure can," said Lense, in a very cool voice, "Whatta ya want?" he asked

"Well, I need the best thing you got right now.  I got a day full of paperwork ahead of me, with all of these new recruits coming in and what not.  I won't have time to eat lunch, so maybe we should make it a pretty large meal," said Jaden

"Alright.  Give me a half hour, come back, and your brunch will be ready," said Lense.  Jaden dropped a handfull of credits in his tip box as he exited and left back for his office.

Remembering that Fonze hadn't been moved to the office, Jaden went back to storage and found him.  Fonze had never had his memory wiped, and Jaden didn't plan on having anyone do it.  Thats why he kept the droid hidden away.

After bringing Fonze back to the room, Jaden activated him.  Within a few moments, he sprung to life.

"Why, hello Jaden.  Long time no see," said Fonze

"Ah, I know Fonze.  They are trying to wipe your memory from that last few missions we had, but I'm not going to let them.  Do you think you could help me out here with filing all of this paperwork for the new recruits" asked Jaden

"Why, yes I could Sir.  Just give me a few seconds to reprogram my funtions, and I will start immediately," said Fonze

After going back and getting his food, Jaden at the meal in delight.  It was one of the best meals that he had, had, in a long time.  Lense was pleased to fix him the meal, and was also please with the large about of credits he was payed as a tip, besides the cost of the meal.

After arriving back at the room, Fonze had all of the paperwork stacked into piles in organization.  Everything was nice and tidy in the office, and the day of work had began.

"Fonze, go get me something to drink, and an energy stim.  I am going to need all of the energy I can get to survive this day...."
 
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Jaden Khaar
Vast Empire
=Aegis-Squadron=
Rising out of the Ashes of the past, fighting for the Glory of the Empire of Future- Phoenix Wing Motto...

SXO/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Aegis-5/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV)

  Hunter and Gemini had been walking down the hallways of the Atrus for a few minutes without talking. His first impression of her had been very odd. As soon as he had looked at her, he had known something was different about her, because she hadn't shown any from of responce to his eye. This had made happy at first, but when he started to think about it, the lack of responce made him wonder. As he tried to start conversations, he found that she rarely spoke more than one to five words. Should I try again, or is it that she just doesn't like me? Hunter pondered this for a couple of seconds before he decided to try anyways. "So, how long have you been on the Atrus?"

  "Not long," she responded.

  "Have you met anyone besides me yet, who's in Atrus?" Hunter asked.

  "No."

  Hunter looked down at the small figure next to him. She really doesn't like to talk. Hunter then noticed how small she really was. She only stood as tall as his bicep. She has got to be only five feet tall, and I'm six two. I'm a giant next to her. The walked down the halls for another couple of minutes in silence, passing various crewmembers of the Atrus that Hunter didn't recognize. This is a large ship. Hunter decided to try to open another conversation. "Have you ever been a ship quite this big before?"

  She stopped in the middle of the hallway, turned to him, and said, "You don't need to try so hard to get me to talk. I rarely do. I don't like to very often. Shall we continue?" She then continued to walk as if nothing had happened.

  Hunter's jaw dropped open and followed her with his eyes. What just happened? Closing his mouth, Hunter hurried to catch up with her, since she didn't even know where she was going. They walked the rest of the way to Chip's office in silence. Once they arrived, Hunter asked if Gemini needed anything else.

  "I'm fine. Thank you for leading me here. If you want, you can wait around and show me the rest of the Atrus later." She then pressed the signal button and waited to see if Chip was inside. Hunter heard Chip's voice then watched as the door opened a moment later. Gemini disappeared from his view as the door closed behind her.

  Well that was an interesing walk. Atleast I got her to speak a few longer sentances at the end. Walking over to a bench, Hunter sat down and waited for Gemini to finish her introduction with Chipmunk.
 
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FM/LCRW Hunter/Aegis 10/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

12 year old Templar watched, captivated, as the Agile Ties and the lumbering Victory Class star destroyers flew past one of the many view screens of the Death Star. He always had a thing for danger and speed, two things that always tended to attract. As he watched the ships his mind wandered back to one of the many speeder bike races he had participated in, on his home planet Mycogen. He thought about the feelings he experienced as he blew through the trees and bushes and rocks. He thought about the thrill and excitement he felt as he zoomed past the finish line, taking first place...again. As he played back the events in his mind, the ground he was racing over turned into the inky blackness of space. His racing suit transformed into an Imperial flight suit, and the very speeder bike he was on turned into a Tie Fighter. He pictured himself flying through space in his Tie Fighter, flying at hundreds of miles an hour. The other racer he was trailing turned into one of those cursed rebel X-Wings. As he locked on to his prey and was about to fire, he was startled out of his dream by a rough hand on his shoulder.

Templar whirled around to see his father, in his Imperial flight suit, standing behind him. " Day dreaming again, eh son?" The father says with a grin. "Yes father, I'm sorry" said Templar. "there is nothing to be ashamed of Templar, everyone dreams. Who knows, someday you might find yourself in one of those Tie Fighters, hell, you may even become an squad leader or an Admiral" said the father. Templar smiled as he thought about that, him, an Admiral? He was once again shaken out of his thoughts, but this time by the sound of a shrill alarm. "Dad, whats happening? Are we under attack?" "It seems so, the rebels are coming, it looks like it's time for me to go to work." said the father has he strapped on some gloves." " Now son, I want you to listen to me, this can very well be the last time we'll ever see each other again. If something happens to me out there, and i dont return..." the father pulls out a data pad and some credits." i want you to go to the location on this data disk, that is were y brother lives, he will take care of you." And with this, the father hugs Templar, puts on his helmet, and leaves.


Templar watches as the battle unfolds between the rebels and the imperials, he watches as the rebel;s begin there assault on the field of star destroyers, and the destruction of the Super star destroyer, The Executor. he is even able to glimpse his fathers ship every once in a while, as he destroys more of the rebel scum.
Eventually, the shield over the death star is broken, and the rebels send some of there ships in through the cooling duct. he watches with small hope as his father and a few other fighters fly in after them.

It seems like an eternity as he waits for the conclusion of the battle, as he waits for his father to come riding out of the duct victoriously. The moment never comes. An alarm pierces through the yelling and chaos inside the Death Star followed by an unnaturally calm voice, stating that the Destruction of the death Star is eminent, and that all hands should abandon ship.
Templar stairs with disbelief in his eyes, as he watches the flames belch through different spots in the Death Star. He watches with horror, and, if not for him being seen by one of his father's old military friends, the chances of him escaping the death Star alive would have been severly dimmed. But as chance would have it, his Father's friend did see him. And he picked templar up by hiscoller, hefted him up over his shoulder, and ran toward the nearest escape shuttle.

The family friend passes by several full escape shuttles, until he finds the last one, which has enough room and a strong enough life support system for only one more passenger.
He grabs templar, tosses him into the shuttle, and jettisons the pod several minutes before the Death Star explodes.

Templar watches from the safety of the Escape pod, with tears in his eyes, as he looks desperately for any sign of hi father leaving the Duct. he does not see him. And with a final shudder, and a yell from templar, the Death Star explodes.



Templar wakes up to the sound of muttering men and women, and the jabbering of drill Sargent's. He has been in the lambda Class shuttle, The Prophesiers, for several days now. After the event of the Death Stars destruction, Templar managed to successfully locate his uncle, who raised him until he was 19 years old. As soon as he was old enough to apply for the Imperial Navy he did, and was accepted.He was trained at an Imperial Navy for several months, taking various tests and drills, until he graduated and was finally accepted into Aegis Squadron. He is, at this moment, on his way to-the installation of which Aegis Squadron is currently located. Templar yawns and reaches for his shirt only to realize that it is gone. he fumbles around for awhile half asleep untill he notices the snickering behind him, and he looks up. hanging on the sealing, is his uniform shirt, spray painted with the words DORK on it. It is also torn in various places. He turns around and notices the two perpetrators with spray cans in hand behind him. One is fat and medium sized, while the other is very tall and very lanky. Both with huge grins on there faces. templar notices the insignia on there uniforms, showing that they are drill sergeants. The two sergeants chuckle snicker a few more times, which causes Templar's face to go a deep, deep red. " Welcome to the imperial Navy pilot, I hope we didn't destroy your day?" the tall one remarks, causing to Templar's face t grow an even deeper red, then his eyes blaze and his face returns back to normal.
" Of course not boys, my day isn't ruined at all, I can alays get a new shirt." And with that templar quickly runs full speed at the tall one, knocking him down against the bulk head, before the other Sergeant can react templar lg sweeps him, sending him sprawling on the floor. Templar then lightly puts his foot on his neck, and adds a little pressure, chocking him. "You will give me YOUR shirt, in retribution for what you did to mine. Templar says with a smile.
"Go to he--" is ll the Sergeant can say before templar presses his foot down into certain spots, causing the Sergeant to faint, Templar then takes off his shirt and puts in on him instead. He then walks out of the cabin, and into the main room of the ship. he gets some breakfast and gets a table next to a window. He stops eating and stares out the window were he sees the waiting planet that he is heading to in the distance. His mind wanders back to the old days of speeder bike racing, an the last few hours before and after he saw his father for the last time. Tears star to form on his eyes, but his self pity turns into an inner rage. " I promise, I promise i will get revenge on the Rebel scum if it's the last thing I do, he says. he then picks up his fork and finishes hs meal...








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" Whose the best pilot in the fleet?... Thats right, yours truly."- Terran Wraith

kind of like your peersonal story of your first few days here.
 
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" Whose the best pilot in the fleet?... Thats right, yours truly."- Terran Wraith

Raigen, this is where you can introduce your character in story form. You can write up the occasional post that sort of tells the story of how your character arrived in Aegis squadron, and gives everyone an idea of what your guy will be like.
 
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SC/WO1 Chipmunk Man/Aegis 1/Phoenix/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)[LoC][MC:1]x3[LSM][VC:B]

"I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking, 'Did he fire six shots, or only five?' Well to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and will blow your head clean off, you need to ask youself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya? Punk!"
-"Dirty" Harry Callahan

The slight burn of the atmosphere super heating the very edges of the wings, creating a slight glow in the connecting pylons, of the TIE Interceptor that spins wildly down into the mid atmospheric range of Berchat. From the outside it appeared that the pilot was unconscious, plummeting to a horrible death without even being able to scream a last shout of terror. Strangely enough, even though the erratic behavior of the craft signified something as being one way, and the TIE seemed to be speeding up. It seemed to glow a little brighter, hotter as it spiraled towards the ground, which was now in sight.

What seemed to have been just mere inches from the great unforgiving, a change in trajectory happened with the Interceptor. With a strong jerk, and immense force, the pilot pulled the TIE into a straight jaunt headed horizontal with the treacherousness below. A slight cloudiness was kicked around by the gasp of the engines.

"Great maneuver, Blue Three." Another TIE that flew higher in the atmosphere, there more or less to watch than anything else, came into view.

"Felt like my arms were going to break, Blue Leader." The main focus Interceptor pulled back into the upper atmosphere. "And the pain I have in my head. I can understand now...."

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Zurth had startled awake, nearly falling from his bunk. After the mission had ended, he had seemed to sleep later than he was supposed to, though, was it truly sleep? More so, he had fallen in and out of states of delusion, memories of recent past and long ago. Why was that memory there, though? It was when Scrace was still within the academy. Though, that wasn't but a short while ago, not even a full year had passed since he graduated. Still, it stuck there in his mind.

Maybe it had all been re-stirred in his brain because of the mission. Because of the tactics he had to do within the battle. It had all raised his confidence to a level that Zurth had never before felt deep inside. Not when he was leading the slaves. Not when he became an heir to a massive province of Ryloth. Nothing had ever done this for him...but killing rebels had made him feel like he could accomplish anything. Anything.

Now only if he could just sleep.

The grogginess that had been caused by the constant insomnia was tearing away LCRW Crin'Doloi's sanity. Even while he was up moving around, such as he had begun to do, he was prime to fade away into another fantasy. Thankfully that hadn't happened as he began to walk down the corridor outside of the Naval barracks.

His uniform had wrinkled as he had fiddled with it, trying to loosen it a little around the chest. That hadn't stopped him before. Still, as he passed by others, and had felt their eyes gaze upon his deepening sockets. Why couldn't he sleep?

During the entire mission, he had never felt exhaustion. Before it he had no troubles, no nervous terrors in the night. But now? After it all was done?

Something had begun to ache inside of Zurth, and it wasn't hunger pangs. He had felt it even when his TIE was just landing. All ready his body wanted more. Even after such a short time, his mind and soul required more destruction. Death.

It had intrigued him. It had entwined him. It devoured every conscious thought.

Nothing had done this since the death of his "Father". Nothing had taken complete control such as killing had...and he wanted more. He would do anything for more of it. And even as he sat now, sipping on his drink, he wanted to smell the blood seeping from someone's body. To have watched someone slowly pass would fulfill his wildest fantasies.

Was he just crazy?

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Zurth had slowly slipped into the nearly un-populated barrack, a blade tucked at his side. Hidden from anyone that looked from the front or rear. It was a Ryyk Kerarthorr blade. Mostly just used by elite Wookies, but in this case, efficiency hadn't required too much skill in wielding the weapon.

Slowly, he had stepped behind the fellow VEN member, dressed in full uniform, with just one more marking on it than Zurth had. Just one rank above.

His hand had quickly wrapped its fingers around the neck of the victim, gripping tightly. Zurth could feel the vocal cords crushing beneath his fingertips. That is when the death dealing blow was thrown.

Scrace's weapon had been brought high above his head, and brought down in one quick swing. It pierced through the uniform, through the chest, and as blood began to run up the blades edge, a smile had crossed the LCRW's lips.

The face had become visible. The one that was made a victim was Feris Landala.

A laugh had begun to spout from inside of Scrace, as the body began to turn to dust and float slowly to the floor.

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Crin'Doloi's drink had been spilled as his hand swung outward to catch the table in front of himself. His heart had begun to race as he tried to gain his composure. Quickly he stood, and ran towards his bunk. He had to stay out of sight as much as possible. He had to get this under control. Just like in training. Many had stared as began to hyper-ventilate while entering the barracks.

Quickly, Zurth had found his bunk.
 
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FM/LCRW Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi/Aegis 2/Pheonix Win/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Raigen ducked behind a wall as another concussion grenade exploded. The blasts were unending, once again, he was taking on the CSA single handedly. The impound station above Lokeed II, in the corporate sector, was filled with heavily armed, poorly trained guards. Raigen could take on the whole lot if he was smart. The blasts stopped for an instant and Raigen flung the repeating carbine from his back to his hands as he side stepped and strafed the opposing guards with blaster fire. The hall was clear, for now. He ran down the durasteel corridor and backed against the wall beside the command room. He swiped a stolen keycard through the locking mechanism and the blastdoors hissed open. Five quick, well placed shots sent two control techs to the floor and Raigen quickly began sorting through the systems.

The halls from the guard barracks and stations to the hanger were quickly sealed off as Raigen gave himself some extra assurance. Then he set in the command to unlock the hanger. He had five minutes to get to his ship before the hanger was pressurized. Raigen had to deal with two more guards as he made his way to the hanger, but a well placed thermal detonator took care of that. The hanger was at least a hundred yards away and he would have obstacles to deal with. He was cutting it close. He was nearly fifty yards from the hanger when a small squad of guards cut him off and set up a repeating turret. Raigen ducked into a nearby hall and fired off a shot at the turret. The shot landed dead in the turret gunner's chest but another guard quickly took the spot.

The pin had been pulled and the attack sucessful, Raigen walked through the green gas of the poison grenade with his blck gas mask. The guard squad was on the ground shaking and clutching their ncks as Raigen passed and fired a shot into each of their heads to put them out of their misery. The gas subsided as Raigen entered the hanger. He plled off the mask and gazed at his ship, the Gray Hawk. The YT modified freighter was a fast as a snub and as armored as a frigate. Raigen aproched the foreward loading bay and entered in the code to open it. Fingerprint/DNA sensors detected his identity and a voice check confirmed it. The loading ramp lowered as Raigen entered his beloved ship, untouched afterover a year.

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Raigen was met with mixed feelings as he returned to the Atrus. Some excited for his return, others mad at his leaving, but overall...HE was glad he was back. The Gray Hawk had been a part of him for years, now that the hole had been filled, he could dedicate his life to the Navy.

"Wow, this piece of trash took on the CSA?" He heard Templar say as he left the hanger and headed for the Aegis barracks. Just then, his wristcom came on. A green Twi`lek with only one tentacle came on the screen. "Raigen, it is Master Chief Bandaar."

"Holy Crap Darron, you scared me!" Raigen said as he ducked into a secluded area.

"The Order has decided, Lorelei must be liberated. We want you to lead the Pirate Task Force."

"Are you serious? I just got back and you want me to ditch the Empire to invade a planet?"

"You are the direct decendent of the first Lorellian Emperor, and the heir to the Red Dragon Order. It is your duty..."

"Yes ma`lord I understand. But this cannot interfere with the Empire in anyway. And this is the last time."

"You are as fiery as when I first accepted you as my apprentice. Very well. We will take care of the training and planning. We will summon you when you are needed." With that the face disapeared. Raigen remembered an old proverb A smuggler is always a smuggler, a pirate is always a pirate, and a soldier is always a soldier. Whatever he seeks to do with his life...his past will always resurface.
 
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FM/SCRW Raigen/Aegis 1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)(VC:B)

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