They found the elusive X-wing that dared to go it alone.  It didn't stand much chance against the 3 of them.  It manuevered frantically as the three tried to destroy it.  I kinda knew what they were doing before they did it it seemed. It took them a while but they said nothing as they destroyed it.

Almost losing that battle with the few arrogant X-wings, Xynen got serious about what he was doing.  Best to overestimate your enemy but never underestimate your enemy. Xynen had recalled this statement from previous engagements with rival gangs on his home world.

They returned to the battle, which didn't take long.  So much for formation, Xynen thought as he saw 3 X-wings closing in behind and blasting away at them.  Jack gave an imperial code of a certain flight engagement to Aldur and Xynen.  The Nazguls simultaneously split up when the X-wings were in range- flight member 8 went to the right, flight member 6 to the left and flight leader 5 shooting up, forming a spectacular clover pattern.  Xynen shifted around to fire at the one following Jack, Aldur spun around blasting the one on Xynen as Jack dived and hammered away at the one tailing Aldur.

They whooped and cheered as the X-wings blasted apart.  They had taken minimal damage on their fighters and were still getting over what they just accomplished.  "Good work you guys," Nazgul Flight 5 spoke to his subordinates.

 
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FM/SCR/Xynen/Nazgul 8/2-4/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive/VEN/VE
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Sticking close to Scout's tail, she had to hang on tight to her controls as the interceptor's swooped around in pursuit of the equally fast and agile A-wings.  Her job was to cover Scout, and that's what she did, swooping back in a tight upward barrel roll to get behind the pursuing A-wings and vape them.

One of the X-wings swooped by, and she turned to engage when Scout came over the comm, telling her to get back in formation.  The turn, however brief, was enough to make her get lost in the turmoil of battle.  She flew quickly, dodging other A-wings and even vaping one or two.  Hard to tell with so many lasers and turbolasers flying around.

Finally she found Scout, still pursuing the A-wings harassing Aegis.  Slipping in behind and beside him, swinging under a sheered off S-foil.  She was careful to watch her rear scopes, and almost didn't see the spinning A-wing damaged from Jen's earlier attack, quickly hitting her rudder to steer clear.

Once back in formation with Kaph 9, she checked her scopes, and saw an A-wing had slipped onto Scout's tail, and pulled back, looping around a piece of debris to make a quick pass at the A-wing's flank.  The shots were deflected by the shields, but it worked to get the pilot's attention.  She saw the twin Novaldex J-77 Event Horizon engines glow, then zoom the fighter off to come back aroaund, this time shooting at her.

She junked to the left, then snap-rolled to the right, just barely avoiding the twin rows of deadly darts that, while shielded, would quickly have ment her demise.  The A-wing followed her, settling in on her tail, and fired.  She went into a steep climb, then snap-rolled left to try and come around to get off a shot, but the ship was too fast, and instead looped around after her again, firing once she was infront of him.

She grabbed the throttle and dialed it back to zero, then punched it to full, throwing off the A-wing's aim.  Then she barrel rolled and shot under one of the slower moving Aegis gunboats.  The A-wing, deciding to make a run against the gunboat, didn't pay attention as she came around from behind the gunboat to open fire, and turn his fast little ship into slag.

Forcing herself to take deep breaths to calm herself down, she settled back onto Kaph 9's tail, hoping no one saw the way her ship trembled because her hands were shaking on the controls.
 
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FM/SCR Linda_Irris/Kaph 10 (3-2)/Phoenix Wing/SSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Hearing the orders on the comm, she quickly followed Scout around to take on the Y-wings.  Unlike their fast A-wings, Y-wings were slower, but had more shields and firepower.  The thin darts of crimson light and the blue streaks of ionic energy raced towards the nimble starfighters and gunboats, who in turn fired with their brillient green lasers.

Following Scout through a complicated spin, they came out on the Y-wings' flank.  Scout went high, and Linda went low, firing the whole way.  She watched as her weapon energy levels quickly dropped as she poured more and more energy against the seemingly invincible shields, before finally they fell, and struck a path of black carbon scoring and other explosions from the R5 droid nestled in it's socket to the starboard engine nacell.

The Y-wing tried to turn, but Linda stayed on it's tail, and did a dangerous tactic of pumping the reactor.  Sometimes it would overload the engine and cause all systems to automatically reset, but fortunately it didn't and gave her just enough energy to sheer the starboard nacell off, sending the Y-wing into a spin that carried it off to collide with an A-wing.

Having paid so much attention to the Y-wing she'd been firing at, she didn't notice the A-wing that had settled on her tail, and had to throw her throttle forward just as the first crimson lasers splashed against her rear shield.  She looked at her scope desperately, dodging around destroyed starfighters and ones still alive, frantically trying to find some assistance.

Suddenly the Missile Lock warning went off, and then she saw a flash as the concussion missile launched from the underbelly of the A-wing.  She dodged frantically around, hoping to throw the missile off, while the A-wing also still came at her, firing at her but careful to not shoot at the missile.  She saw the range meter scroll down, and in a desperate move she snap-rolled to starboard, just barely missing a direct impact.

Unfortunately, the missile was armed for proximity detonation, and so her rear shields took a sizable portion of the energy expelled.  Her rear shield alarm went off, and she still had the A-wing to contend with!  Looping around a piece of debris, she dialed the throttle back and shortened the loop to try and get behind the A-wing.  But it slipped by, and she still had him on her tail.  Then a set of green lasers pounded the A-wing and drew him off.  "Thanks whoever just saved my ass out there"  and headed back to find Scout, letting her shields recharge on the way.
 
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FM/SCR Linda_Irris/Kaph 10 (3-2)/Phoenix Wing/SSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Nazgul Squadron Flight Two had just received their new orders. They were to aid in taking down the Y-wing starfighters/bombers attempting to destroy the capital ships by bombarding them. As the three Nazgul Flight Two pilots, Jack Nebulax, Aldur Wyndaru, and Xynen, attempted to break up the Y-wing formation, an Y-wing was able to lock on to Jack's fighter.

"Sithspit!" Jack cursed into his comlink as the Y-wing's ion cannons shot bursts of ion charges straight at the Vast Empire TIE interceptor Jack was flying. "These Rebel pilots don't know when to give up!"

"I've got you covered, Jack," Aldur Wyndaru said into his comlink, blasting away at the much-slower but more heavily-armed enemy starfighter. Aldur was able to successfully destroy the fighter's onboard astromech unit with a few quick blasts. Despite not being much damage, the Y-wing peeled off on its attack on Jack's interceptor and headed out to help the other Y-wings.

"Thanks, Aldur, for the help," Jack said into the comm, as he accessed his mechanical arm's hologram image of his new wife, Alexia Far'shadow-Nebulax.

Just then, another Y-wing popped into Jack's radar screen. It was headed for a Vast Empire cruiser. "Nazgul Flight Two," Jack said, "get ready to lock onto that Y-wing. He's headed for a cruiser."

"Locked on and prepared to engage," Xynen said, since he was the one closest to the enemy Y-wing starfighter/bomber.

"Shoot him down!" Jack said with joy as the trio of TIE interceptors fired shot after shot at the Y-wing, quickly disabling its shields as the starfighter tried to make a run for safety. "Oh no you don't!" Jack yelled as his fighter made a turn and locked on once more to the fighter. He let out a round of shots as the Y-wing became a cloud of metal, dust, and gases. "Gotcha!"

"Good job, Jack," Aldur said. "Now let's get those others." And with that, Nazgul Flight Two started its way back to the heart of the battle between VE fighters and Rebel starfighter.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer and Reporter Jack Nebulax (*Formerly and No-Longer a ComNet Spammer*), Imperial Navy and VE Today Staff, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:S]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

"Aegis pilots, unload your missiles strait into that frigate, we need to take it down," said Chip, "The Y-wings and the A-wings are about finished, so we almost have a clean run here with our escort.

Jaden took the controls and waited for the targeting redicule to lock.  Missiles were spat out from the gunboat heading strait for the frigate with nothing to stop them.  Within minutes, the assault crusiers from the rebel convoy would be gone, and they were left wide open for the next phase of the attack.

Once the missiles made their connection with the frigate, the shields were crushed.  The hull of the frigate fell twice as fast as the shilelds with all of the missiles penetrating its alloy exterior.  The ship stood still for one moment, in silence.  But then the silence was broke, by a giant shockwave.

Most of the fighters in the area were damaged, but the gunboats remained to stay in tact.  One of the flight groups of sting squadron had taken heavy damage, and they were to report strait back to the Coruscant for repairs and reboarding in other ships.

All to do now was to wait for the new orders, or something else to happen in the devestated battefield that he Vast Empire Navy had just taken.
 
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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)

"Just a little closer.....more...more.....alright, open fire at that transport!" commanded the captain of the boarding crew on the transport Rippo.  The transport was on the most important mission of their time, to disable and caputure one of the rebel transports and get the information they would need for the next phase of the attack.

"Alright, when the shields are down, give em a few shots of the ions, and we should be ready to go in." said the commander.

"Troopers," said the commander looking at all of them, "Get in there, get he information, and get out"

"Sir, yes sir!" grunted all of the troopers.  Most of them were rookies in the army, and they were all most likey scared and nervous, but they were there to give their all for the empire.

"Alright, we got the ship disabled.  30 seconds!" yelled the commander, slipping on his helmet and loading his E-11 blaster rifle up.  The rest of the recruits stood up and got close to the boarding hatch.  Withing a few seconds they heard the hiss of the ship attaching, and there was a large lunge of the two ships fusing together in the cargo hold.

"Wait!," screamed the pilot, "They-" and the pilot was cut off.  Everything happened so fast that so many people were confused, including some of the pilots still cleaning up the rest of the fighters.  All of the missiles took a direct hit into the newly aquired transport, destroying both the transports.

The battle had now taken a major shift.  Though it was now in the empires favor, it wasn't what they had hoped for.

Most of the fighters had now been destroyed, and within a few minutes, the rest would be gone, or would have escaped.  But another twist was now added into the whole mixed up mess.

The rest of the cargo and transports were starting to explode, or if you would, implode.  They were all randomly exploding from the inside.

"This is captain Falensarano, it looks like the rest of the transports are self-destructing, hoping to throw us off and not give us the location of their base.  We are going to retrieve the information from the debris, and hopefully get going from there.  Until then, everyone else back to the Corsucant."
 
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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)

After Captain Falensarano had gotten done with the short briefing of what to do next, Senior Chief Petty Officer Jack Nebulax and the rest of Flight Two, made up of Aldur Wyndaru and Xynen, headed out to patrol the wreckage of destroyed A-wings, X-wings, and Y-wings, along with the self-destructed mass of New Republic cruisers. They had been told that resistant from nearby systems could be possible, and so Jack had his eyes on his radar, searching the entire area to make sure that there wasn't any fighters within rage yet.

Suddenly, as Jack was looking toward the wreckage of an A-wing, what Jack had thought to be a bunch of debris had turned out to be a Y-wing, still intact and mainly operational. It's engines came to life as the craft moved toward Flight Two at as fast as those engines could take it.

Luckily, Flight Two was alerted before the blaster bolts from the enemy fighter could start flying toward them. Trevor Evenson, the newest member of the Second Vast Imperial Fighter Group, Nazgul Squadron, alerted them by saying, "Flight Two, watch out! New Republic Y-wing headed out from the debris on your starboard side!"

Quickly, the three TIE Interceptors of Nazgul Flight Two shot toward their target. Within minutes, and many blaster bolts later, the very same Y-wing that had aimmed for them was now a large piece of debris, missing an engine, its astromech unit blown to bits, and it's cockpit area smashed. Floating not that far away was the brave, yet idiotic, pilot who had dared to challenged the Vast Empire once more.

"Thanks for the warning, Trevor," Jack said into his comlink to the member of Nazgul Squadron Flight One. "Remind me to buy you a drink once we're through with this mission."

Xynen's voice chimmed in. "I'd hope you'd say that, Jack, before I did." The three members of Flight Two and Trevor laughed for a short while before returning to their patrol duties.
 
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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together. Without it, the universe would be a boring place.

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Senior Chief Petty Officer and Reporter Jack Nebulax (*Formerly and No-Longer a ComNet Spammer*), Imperial Navy and VE Today Staff, Vast Empire.
XO/FL/SCPO Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 5 (2-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:S]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
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Admiral Jack Nebulax, third-in-command of the Auroran Defense Fleet (ADF) and leader of Nemesis Wing (Wing I)

Trevor floated his TIE around what used to be the engine of a Y-wing. What destruction. Almost makes me feel sorry for these guys. Hell, I might have flown with them before, Back before I left the rebels.. He thought to himself, reminding himself of Reaper and the rest of the late Hussar squadren.

He turned to the right to keep up with his patrol group, and saw the entire hull of a X-wing fighter. He looked closely at a design near the cockpit, and remembered it from somwhere.

He remembered himself in the cockpit of his Y-wing, fighting pirates with the Hussars again.

'Reaper, stay close to me and Szar, we`re going to cover Taquerias two, three, and five. They`re going to make the run on the pirate freigter, and we`re going to give support fire.' He said into his comm quickly.

'Acknowledged Ace.' Reaper replied, and pulled his Y-wing closer to the two others.

They dropped in behind the three X-wings and stuck as close as they could.  They sped along the surface of the freigter, and were fired at by the small cannons and pirate starfighters coming from the front and back. Infront of Trevor one of the X-wings exploded, and the hull came right at him. Before diving under, He saw a design on the hull, and then he dove underneither it, seconds before it would have hit him dead on.

Thats where he had seen it before. These were some of the great men and women of the Taquerias squadren, a squad he had flown with for around a year.

He was shaken out of his memory by the loud sound of his comm.

"Sting 3, get back in formation now. If you see somthing, let us know. Dont go and try to take things alone. Your still new here." Somone barked at him through the comm.

"Yes sir." He acknoledged, making a sharp left and getting back into formation.
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FM/SCRW/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 1-3/Wing 1/ISD-II Devistator/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

***Earlier***

Art broke off from the scattered remains of the X-Wing squadron and raced towards the new threat posed by the Y-Wings.  He looked around but didn't see Shazam anywhere.  He was now alone.  As was Shazam, something that worried him as repeated attempts to contact Nazgul 1 had failed.  He had caught a visual of the fighter at one point and saw it manouvering, a positive sign that he was indeed still alive.

Art picked his way through the turbolaser fire of the capital ships and the scattered missiles flying to and fro towards their intended targets.  Even though the rebel force had been beaten back to an extent, there was plenty of danger still lurking out there.  Art increased the throttle and dove down towards one of the flights of Y-Wings.  He managed to cripple the shields of the lead one before the flight broke off in pairs to engage.  Art pulled up and looped around, managing to fire a burst at one of them as he blew past.  The speed an agility of the Interceptor made it easy to get hits in on the fly but made him a sitting duck for the Y-Wings if they got in behind him before he could manouver.

Using another combination of manouvers that Art had practiced hundreds of times in the simulators, he managed to swing around two of the Y-Wings and found himself with an open shot at the underbelly of the one he initially hit.  Two quick quad bursts later and all that remained was a fireball of debris.  Seeing himself in a difficult position, Art dove down towards one of the corvettes, careful to avoid its fire as he did.  The lead Y-wing behind him, however, lacked the speed to repeat the manouver and was struck head on by the corvette's top turbolaser.  The debris slammed into the corvette's shields and the corvette shifted slightly, Art didn' want to think what it felt like inside there at the moment.

Raddon was also by himself trying to engage the Y-Wings though with limited success as he spent more time evading then attempting to fire.  While they were greatly outnumbered, keeping the Y-Wings' focus on them rather than the corvettes meant that the rebel fighters were leaving themselves open to fire from the capital ships.  Slowly the number began to decrease.  Nine fighters left.  An explosion later from a burst of Art's guns dropped the number to eight.  Within five minutes the number had fallen to five as the gunners on the corvettes concentrated their fire in intense salvos that made it possibly for the slow, sluggish Y-Wings to evade.

"Nazgul 3, close in on my position and move to engage the lead of the cargo ships.  Target any rebel fighters between us and those freighters."  Art ordered.  He swung his interceptor hard to the right and charged in on the lead freighter at full speed.  Just as he was in range, Art was rocked to one side of his cockpit as his interceptor was flung through space as if punched by a giant fist.  His shields had collapsed completely and warning sirens were going off about damage to one of the interceptor's engines.  "What the hell was that?!?"  Art exclaimed over the main frequency.  He looked out at the convoy and saw the ships explode one by one.  "Nazgul 3 pull out, I repeat pull out!  The rebel ships are self-destructing!"  Art ordered.  He couldn't see what happened to Raddon's interceptor, however.  His view was filled by the firey explosions of the convoy.  A moment later, Captain Falensarano informed the taskforce of what appeared to be happening.  Dammit!  Art thought to himself, seeing that a possible total victory might have just been prevented.  I didn't realize the rebels had the guts anymore to die like that for a cause. He thought to himself.

Recognizing that the battle was nearly over and he and the rest of the squadron were in bad need of repairs, Art turned slowly towards the Coruscant and his interceptor slowly limped towards the flagship.  "Nazgul squadron form up and prepare to dock.  Kaph squadron has the uglies under control.  All nazguls report in."  Art instructed.  He looked around and saw that Shazam had almost reached the Coruscant already.  "Nazgul 1 is standing by but has no radio contact."  Art informed the squadron.  "All other nazguls report in."

"Nazgul 9 standing by."  Jen replied.

"Nazgul 11 standing by." Darius called.

"Nazgul 5 standing by."  Jack responded.  Art kept count in his head as the squadron slowly replied to his call.  Aside from Omulis who was already dead, Raddon hadn't replied.

"Nazgul 2 to Nazgul 3, Raddon report in."  Art instructured.  The frequency was dead as everyone waited for Raddon to report in.  "Nazgul 2 to Nazgul squadron, does anyone see Nazgul 3?  His transmitter isn't showing up on my scope but it could be out or my scope could be damaged."  Art said.  Again nothing.  The squadron members slowly replied that they did not have a visual or a reading on Raddon's fighter.

"Where did you last see him?"  Jen inquired.

"He was heading in fast to engage the freighters..."  Art replied, his voice trailing off at the end as he realized what happened to Raddon.  "He must not have gotten out in time."  He stated.  The squadron reacted with silence, it was the second death sustained by the squadron on this mission, certainly not what was anticipated when the mission began.

***Fifteen Minutes Later***

By the time all of Nazgul had docked in the hanger, the rest of the fighters were making their way back as well.  After destroying the uglies, Kaph squadron met up with Sting squadron to destroy the emergency buoys dropped when the cargo ships self-destructed.  It had taken them far too long to get them all, however.  Odds are the rebels are alerted by now.  Art thought to himself as he listened to the chatter on the main frequency.  Finally, he shut down the systems and climbed out of the fighter.  When he dropped down to the floor, he immediately noticed that the fighter was smoking on its righter side, the structural damage was quite extensive.

After directing a mechanic to what needed immediately fixing, Art made his way over and met up with Shazam.  Shazam was limping slightly, his knee had slammed into the control panel when his fighter was hit.

"I just got off the comm with the Captain."  Shazam said as they walked towards the temporary holding area for the pilots.  "They are dispatching teams to collect the debris for analysis. Their hope is that they will be able to ascertain where the convoy came from based upon their computer records.  Now we just need to cross our fingers and hope there is a harddrive for a hyperspace computer somewhere in that debris field that is intact."  He continued as the two officers walked into the temporary lounge.  Both were very thirsty and had perspired profusely fromthe intensity of the battle.  Grabbing three bottles of water each, they sat down in the corner to go over what had happened and quietly salute the two men they had lost.

The rest of the squadron filled in slowly followed soon by Kaph, Aegis, and Sting.

"Alright, the Captain has instructed us all to relax but be on stand by while the crews search the debris.  The mechanics are working on your fighters, most of the major repairs will be done over the next little while."  Sk8guy instructed.  "One final announcement.  Trevor Evensen, due to your excellent performance out there, you are now assigned to flight one of Nazgul."  He continued.  "In addition, Bob Builder has also distinguished himself in Sting and is being transferred to Kaph Squadron.  You gentlemen are in good hands, good luck pilots."  Sk8guy finished.  Trevor and Bob stood up and saluted.  A quick goodbye handshake sealed the end of his time in Sting squadron.

Art and Shaz made their way over to welcome the pilot.  It was time to relax for a while, another battle was soon approaching.
 
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XO/ESN Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/Nazgul 2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

After being introduced to his superiours, Trevor shook hands with Sk8guy and watched him leave.Once Sk8guy had left the room, Trevor walked accross the room and sat down at a table in the corner, well away from almost everyone else. He looked around the room, and saw pilots playing cards, talking, eating, or just sitting there.

Wow, it feels..wierd to be in a room with so many imperial pilots, seeing as at one point in time i was a Rebel pilot. O well, it doesnt matter anymore, that was years ago. I`m an Imperial now. He thought to himself, looking around the room again.

He took his duffle bag out and pulled out his flight helmet, The big black one that was standard issue for Imperial TIE pilots. He set it on the table and dug around in his duffle bag some more, until he pulled out a small set of paints and a brush. He un-capped a jar of white paint, put some on his brush, and proceded to paint a small 'H' on the back of his helmet. Then he took the jar of blue paint, dipped his brush in it, and painted a small 'N' underneither the 'H' on the back of his helmet.

He put away his paints and left his helmet out to dry. Looking around the room once more, He put his head down on his duffle bag and closed his eyes, knowing in a short amount of time he would be awoken by somone of his new squadren.
 
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FM/SCRW/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 1-3/Wing 1/ISD-II Devistator/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Art and Shazam walked over to the mechanics that were checking over the Nazgul fighters.

"What's the status Chief?"  Shazam asked the mechanic coordinating the effort.

"Well out of the ten interceptors you need, five are decent shape, three are moderately damaged but repairable in the time frame, and two are write-offs."  The mechanic reported.

"Which two?"  Art asked.

"Yours."  The mechanic pointed to Shazam, "and Aldur's."  He replied.  "We might be able to get one fixed but certainly not both."

"I didn't think Aldur took much damage..."  Shazam said thinking back to the mission.

"On the surface it looked fine but it appears that he got hit by something that caused temperatures much higher than normal to pass through his electrical systems.  It may have created momentary blips in the performance of the Interceptor's systems but we cannot certify it to fly until we re-wire most of it."  The mechanic explained.

"Alright thank you."  Shazam said before turning to leave the hanger with Art.

"Do we scrub Aldur?"  Art asked.

"Unfortunately we have no choice."  Shazam said rather dejectedly.  Aldur had talent and he was improving with every mission, the experience was clearly helping him.  When Shazam and Art relayed the news to him, he attempted to hide his disappointment but it was clear that he, like any other pilot, didn't want to miss out on the action.

***Twenty minutes Later***

Art was jolted out of his nap by a loud buzzer in the area that had been created for the pilots to relax.

"Briefing time!"  Shazam called to his squadron.

"Are we in hyperspace yet?"  Art asked groggily as he stretched and slowly climbed off of the two chairs that he had made into a makeshift, and uncomfortable bed.

"We left fifteen minutes ago.  We will be at the rendezvous point shortly.  I think the Captain wants us ready to go before we leave the rendezvous point for our target."  Shazam said.

The squadrons made their way into the briefing room and in two minutes were assembled infront of Captain Falensarano for the briefing.

"Thank you for coming so quickly ladies and gentlemen," the captain began, "I hope you managed to relax and get some fluids into you, because this next part will take a while."  He said, before turning on the holoprojector to begin the briefing.  "Out of the salvaged material from the wreckage, we managed to discern the coordinates that the rebel convoy departed from.  We are not sure that this system actually holds the facility but two characteristics of it lead us to suspect that it is our target.  The third planet in the tight cluster of the Ghieswa system, known as Ghieswa III, is reasonably remote and unknown.  In addition, Ghieswa III is hospitable to life though not much is known about the lifeforms on the planet.  We do know that the planet is mostly mountainous, making it easy to hide a facility and to defend it from fighter attack or direct bombardment.  Therefore, unless the rebels are playing mental games with us, which I doubt, this should be the real thing."  The Captain said confidently.  "We will arrive near Ghieswa III in two hours.  However, due to the possible threat of the new rebel anti-capital ship batteries being operational, the taskforce will be approaching with caution and will stay out of range.  You will deploy and descend into the atmosphere and immediately break out into your squadrons to begin searching for the facility.  We will be sending three shuttles with you that are being equipped with strong scanners and they will assist you.  Once you find the facility, radio the location to the taskforce but do not engage.  Pull back to a rendezvous point we will set and wait for the others.  If the rebels send out fighters to engage you, lead them towards the rendezvous and radio that in to the others.  We should be able to surprise their lead fighters and knock them out.  Once we are assembled, the assault gunboats will make the assault on the facility.  You will likely have to manouver around the mountains so it will require absolute precision in order to get into position to fire.  Nazgul squadron will be responsible for escorting the assault gunboats while Kaph squadron will be responsible for any gun batteries and fighters they find.  Aegis squadron: be sure to conserve your missiles and only fire when you can hit your target.  You will likely need to make several attacks on the facility in order to knock it out.  Once the battle begins, the shuttles will sneak in towardsthe facility and attempt to scan for the power generators.  If we find those, Kaph and Nazgul squadron will be ordered to destroy them in order to cripple the defences and make your attack easier."  The captain said before switching off the holoprojector.  "Our intel is non-existent on this one and orders will be spontaneous as the situation evolves.  Unfortunately this is the best we can do.  I must emphasize, however, that you performed brilliantly in the last battle and show you can react when the situation is not as was expected.  I have every confidence you are capable of completing this mission.  Any questions?"  The captain asked.  Quickly looking around the room.  "Alright good, if you have any later your squadron leaders will answer.  Dismissed!"  He ordered.
 
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XO/ESN Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/Nazgul 2/Phoenix Wing/M-SSD Atrus/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][LSM][LoC]


"The way of war is a way of deception. When able, feign inability; when deploying troops, appear not to be. When near, appear far; when far, appear near. Lure with bait; strike with chaos. If the enemy is full, be prepared. If strong, avoid him. If he is angry, disconcert him. If he is weak, stir him to pride. If he is relaxed, harry him; if his men are harmonious, split them. Attack where he is unprepared; appear where you are unexpected. This is victory in warfare; it cannot be divulged in advance. Victory belongs to the side that scores most in the temple calculations before battle. Most spells victory; least spells defeat; none, surer defeat. I see it in this way, and the outcome is apparent." -- Sun Tzu

After the breifing Trevor walked straight to The squadrens` Assigned area. When he arrived, there was hardly anyone there. There were two pilots playing a game of Sabbacc, and one pilot who appeared to be sleeping calmly on one of the tables.

He weaved his way between tables and chairs until he had walked accross the room and was in his corner, and pulled his flightsuit out of his bag.

This looks nothing like my old suit, but i guess the conditions in a TIE are different from that in a X-wing. He thought to himself. When he realized that the thought sounded like he wanted to be back with the rebels, He immediatly pushed it out of his mind, and shoved the flight suit back in his duffle bag. He gathered all his things off the table, his paints and helmet, and put them in the dufflebag too.

Zipping his bag as he stood up, He swung it over his shoulder and walked towards the hang bay.

"We`re going to win today, and We`re going to destroy many NR pilots." He said to himself, Smiling as he remember his times with Reaper after they had left the rebellion.

When he arrived at the bay, he made his way towards one of the walls, and sat down, resting his back against it. Normally he would go and tell the techs how to fix this or that on his fighter, but because he had returned from scouting in perfect condition, nothing needed fixing.

He tried to relax himself for the upcoming battle, and waited for the rest of the pilots to arrive.
 
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FM/SCRW/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 1-3/Wing 1/ISD-II Devistator/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Will rubbed his eyes, god he was tired. hmm, we have two hours before we reach our destination and lauch, maybe I can get some rest in that time period. He stood up from the cushioned chairs of the breifing room and left for his quaters.

He was just about to step into the room when Scout called: "Will!" Jogging a little to reach him so that he doesn't have to yell over the distance, "We've got a problem with your fighter."

This must be my unlucky day. Will thought to himself. I was just planning to get some rest, and something else pops up. "What's wrong with it?"

"Man, you took more damage than you thought. Your port solar panels are non-functional. Appearantly, a bolt scrached your wing pylon, and the solar panels can no longer transfer any power to increase your firing rate anymore."

"Can't you get a tech to replace it?"

"Yes, but that's going to take longer than the amount of time we have."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to deal with it when I fly later, won't I?"

"We could, however, give you Koth's fighter."

"What 'bout him? What will he fly?" Will asked demandingly at the offer of being offered a fellow squadron member's fighter.

"Sir, Eeth Koth has been moved to another unit right after he came back from that last battle. He is no longer with us, which means we're another pilot short."

"Why wasn't I notified? And sure I'll take his fighter, but how is its condition?"

"It's in better condition than your's, Sir, and the technicians said that they'll be able to get it to near new conditions before we launch for our next mission. And the reason that you weren't notified earlier of Koth's removal is probably because Commander Denethor hasn't gotten around to tell you about it yet. I just found out when I was talking to other pilots in the hanger after the debreif."

"Very well. I'll be there about half an hour before launch to check it over. Now, would you please let me get some rest before I fall dead asleep here?" Will said impatiently, more of a command than question.

"Yes, Sir! I'll leave you to it then." Scout saluted before turning around and walking away.

Will walked into his room, set his datapad to alarm him in an hour, and fell asleep on his bed before he could get out of his flight suit.
 
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-(William the Conquerer)-
King of PPC
We are still here because we conquered our enemies, and we shall do it again!
XO/FL/SPO Willtconq/Kaph 5/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B][SV]
Wm/Wm Willtconq/WM:1/Webmasters/VET/VE

"Aegis Squadron" Yoshi thought to himself as he left the office of the Imperial Navy's training officer, Captain Sk8guy. The new pilot had also just been given the same briefing as the rest of the pilots.

The senior crewman's footsteps echoed down the somewhat deserted hallways as he made his way towards Ageis' quarters, where he would hopefully find the rest of his Squadronmates.

Many thoughts were running through Yoshi's mind. This will not be the first time he had ever been in space combat, but it was never anything as large scaled and well planned out as this. He would have many allies to rely on and help. He would have even more enemies to watch out for. Compared to the small skirmishes he had during his smuggling days, such a large scale battle seemed nearly like suicicde.

The echoing footsteps stopped as Yoshi stopped in front of the door he was looking for. He punched in a couple of numbers on the key pad and the door slid open, revealing a handful of pilots lounging around. One of the heads that swung around raised from his seat and walked up to the new pilot.

"Hello Yoshi," the man began, "I am Chip, your squadron commander. I was just notified of your being assigned to this squad. I'm glad about it, we could use some more newish blood. Welcome Aboard"

"Thank you." Yoshi answered, shaking the outstretched hand.

"Here, I'll get you introduced to the rest of the crew..."

 
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Yoshi

FM/SCRW Yoshi/Aegis 3/Phoenix/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

For Those About to Rock, I Salute You

Darius sat in the corner of the hanger.  He was now rested and had a eaten a great amount of food.  Now, he was looking at a datapad, shopping for a brand new YT-2400 Corellian freighter.  He couldn't afford one now, but he would in time.

Back in his mercenary days, when he was against the Empire, his father had one.  When his father died on Tatooine, he was unable to take it with him when he left the planet, the Imperial garrison on the planet confiscated it and sold it for scrap.

When Darius did get his, he'd completely overhaul it to the state-of-the-art specs of the day.  He was a good mechanic.  He could fix anything and then some. 

When he was younger, he'd use to dismantle his old Z-95 headhunter piece by piece and rebuild it better than it was before every time.  He's done that with the TIE his owns now.  Not many of its kind can match the modifications Darius has done to it.  Especially the targetting system.

Jen interupted his daydream, "hey Dar, we've gotta couple new recruits.  Shazam and Art want the whole squadron the meet them."

"Alright," replied Darius.  He slowly stood up from his seat and stretch out a couple tight muscles before following Jen.  New victims thought Darius, trying to imagine the looks on the noobs faces when he walked in the room carrying enough weapons to take over a NR Star Destroyer.
 
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All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men to do nothing. --Edmund Burke

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