Demonic adjusted the controls of his Preybird, absorbing himself in the work so much that he didn't notice the technician trying to get his attention.
    "Needs some new wires here..." He muttered to himself, taking some out of his kit and cutting it to a specific length and detaching the old wires.
    Suddenly he felt something hit his shoulder. The technician had thrown her datapad at him.
    "Sorry, did you want something?" He asked, not even turning to face her.
    "Damn right I want something! what are you doing in that preybird?"
    He started to put in the new wiring. "Fixing the controls." He muttered. He heard the sound of climbing as the technician clambered up the ladder to the cockpit.
    "There is nothing wrong with those controls! I checked them just this morning!" the woman said. He finally, for the first time, turned to face her. She was a pretty girl, around his age, with long, dark hair. She wore the outfit of a technician trainee.
"The wiring here is bad, the control probably would have ended up failing." He said, taking out the old wires and showing her. She looked rather embarrassed. He started to put in new wires.
    "Well... Okay... But who are you anyways?" She asked.
    "Senior Kal, a flight leader in Kaph Squadron." He said, putting away some extra wire.
    The girl sighed. "Great, first I sleep in and miss the technician meeting, then I yell at a Pilot for fixing a problem that would have probably gotten him killed."
    "What a great day..." He said, grinning.
    She scowled for a moment, then laughed. "Oh well, I suppose I've had worse. I'm Lori, I'm training here as a hangar technician." She offered her hand and he shook it.
    "Well, anyways, I have to go check on some of the bombers. See you around!" She climbed down the ladder and walked away.

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|FL/SCRW_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

Russell walked onto the flight deck the smell of new ships filled the air, technicians were running everywhere trying to make the ships combat ready.  Russell started the long walk to his newly purchased Aggressor Srarfighter along the way he spotted a young female technician leaving Demonic Preybird. "Hey Demonic if you spent less time flirting with the technicians you would probably be a better pilot" said Russell chuckling as he passed.

"Finally something different to fly" thought Russell as he started to examine his new bird. "Its got new paint, all black just like you fly boys like," said the chief technician as he walked up to Russell.  The all black paint job made the Aggressor look ferocious and right under the cockpit the Kaph squadron logo and Kaph 7 gleamed in red. "She's ready to start pre flight when ever you're ready son don't break this on, ok" He turned and started to yell at another technician as he walked away.

The hatch door was opened it seemed to call to him; Russell walked in and started to marvel at his new craft.  The engine was massive and it had to be to move such a ship at the speed it did. Walking passed it Russell entered the cockpit and sat down; starting pre check he noticed Willcong was in the ship next to him. A tingle started to come over Russell as he laid his hands over the controls; this mission was going to be a good one.


 
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LCRW JSRussell/Kaph-7/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE

Demonic sat in the pilot's seat of his fighter, waiting for their arrival.
      "Time until destination reached - ten minutes." A voice rang out over his fighter's communications. Then came Will's voice.
      "Alright, since we're nearly there, it's about time for a little review of our objectives."
      "We are attempting to recapture the Phalanx. You will use your missiles to bomb the ship until it's shields fail. Then, proceed to disable it using ion cannons. We'll then bring in a strike team to take control of the ship, while we maintain space superiority."
      Nine minutes and thirty seconds later...
      "We've arrived! Kaph squadron, your clear to proceed."
      Demonic activated his fighters sublight, clearing a short distance off the hanger floor and turning towards the now opening blast doors. Looking to the sides of his fighter, he saw the others were doing the same. When they were oepn, and the safety shield was deactivated, he proceeded to raise the speed of the, grinning as the boom of his engines sounded out. The fighter picked up speed clearing the hanger...

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"Alright, sound off fighters!" Willtconq said into the com.
    "This is Kaph two, standing by." Reported Than sion.
    "Kaph Three standing by..." and these reports continued down the line.
    "Alright! All fighters, form up on your flights!" Will said, picking up speed.
    Demonic did the same. "Okay guys, you heard him, lets make this fight good."
    The phalanx was up ahead, along with a interdictor. A squadron of Ties moved to assault. Will's wasn't among them.
    "They must not think that we pose a very great threat. Too bad for them."
    "Alright Kal, start bombing that cruiser. We'll handle these." Said Will"
    He turned his fighter to the right, passing the Ties. Clearly they weren't about to let them get away with this, for a flight of them changed course and opened fire at their backside.
    "Alright, full speed, evasive action. I guess the upside to this is that the phalanx wont open fire on us until they have a clear shot, they wont want to hit their own. It should make our approach easier." He said. Suddenly, as they neared the phalanx, the cruiser opened fire.
    "What!?" he said, truly surprised that they would do something so stupid. "Idiots." He laughed, as they shredded one of their own fighters with the fire.
    "Hit them as you pass, then return to engage again!"
    The cruiser lit up with fire as their missiles crashed into it's hull. Suddenly Demonic's short range sensors lit up.
    "Dammit, this one's right on my tail!"
    He pulled his fighter up and around, so that he faced the attacking Tie directly. It took only a few shots to blow it to pieces. He looked to see Cheatle doing the same. Russell on the other hand, was swerving around, making it hard to hit. He dived at the cruiser's hull, pulling up just at the last moment, causing the pursuing fighter to crash and burn up.
      "Well, thats one way to do it." Demonic said, grinning. More fighters were rushing out of the hanger, while Will and his flight had defeated the fighters and were now moving to engage the cruiser also.
      "This looks like it'll be fun." the flight leader muttered to himself, moving in for another assault...

Short post, but we're in combat now.
 
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|FL/SCRW_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

The battle was starting to get good Willtconq was using his tractor beams to smash the rebel tie fighters together and Second Flight was in and out of formation ripping apart the enemy.  The enemy started out with the upper hand but was quickly loosing it the rebel pilots didn't know how to push the ties to there limits and potentials and were loosing numbers quick.  "We have the upper hand there retreating start taking out the shield," bellowed Willtconq on the radio. The order was short lived the retreating ties were replaced by X-wings and A-wings rocketing full throttle out from hyperspace. "Hey boys we have company" stated Russell "take out the rebels we'll get the shield later" ordered Willtconq.

New orders but the same objective achieve air superiority then attack and bring home or stolen vesicles.  Such simple orders are often times very difficult and strenuous to execute but the members of Kaph were always ready for a challenge and never questioned orders.  Russell's voice roared onto the COM "For the Empire" the squadron responded with cheers and brought their fighters around to demolish the new threat. 

Russell loved this part of the mission the sweet running down his face the adrenaline flowing and serving the Empire; he loved his job with every breath he took.  His hands slowly started to grip the controls as his pointer finger feel onto the trigger, its home for the next few hours.  A quick and gentle squeeze that seemed so minute and insignificant caused a hellfire of red laser fire that ripped into the side of an X-wing.  The slight grim on Russell's face made it seem like he enjoyed killing.  The engines of the new ship seemed unwilling to fly full tilt but its unwieldiness was ignored by Russell as long as the lasers still fired he would make dew. 

 
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LCRW JSRussell/Kaph-7/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE

Seeing that he is one of the greatest threats, a whole flight of X-wings turned about and came after Will. Hmm, more preys, I see. Keeping calm and focused, Will juked his fighter as a wave of red laser flew past him on all sides. A few got close and left scorch marks where paint used to be. He looked about to see if anyone could give him a hand with these peckers, none were available, Than Sion had already been reported to be out of action; Sael was Garris's wing man; everyone else was busy over at the Phalanx. He was on his own.

He pulled up on the stick, and to the left at the same time to do a left barrel roll. Not knowing that he would not complete it, the X-wings completed the barrel roll and rightened their fighters in perfect formation. These guys should go work in a circus or something. Will thought to himself. While the X-wings were completeing their barrel roll, Will only did a half roll, once he was upside down, he pushed down on his stick untill he did a full outside-loop, and came right behind the four X-wings. "R4, See if you can do something with the G compensators, they almost killed me."

The little droid immediately replied through the screen, "Then don't do it again."

Will rolled his eyes, he hated droids with attitudes, especially now, during battle.

He flipped the switches and activated the tractor beams. Right when he was about to get locks on the fighters however, his fighter shook. "What the..." He didn't finish the sentence as he shifted in his seat to look out the view ports, lasers were firing up at him from directly below. He was already on top of the Interdictor, without realizing as he put so much thought on his survival from the X-wings.

Normally with the opposition of four enemy fighters and a capital ship, any fighter would try to veer away from the ship as quickly as possible. Not Will. Not while his tractor beams still worked.

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"Red five, I've got a tractor beam on me!" Red seven said into his com. He looked around, there's no other capital ship near enough to put one on him except their own Interdictor. "You think that sucker down there wants us back on it?"

"No, whatever it is it's not coming from the Whirlpool. That cruiser of those Imps probably has some enhanced tractor beams. That looser on our back probably called it in to give him a hand." Their flight leader replied calmly. Suddenly, his fighter jerked too. "Damit!" He said loudly as both fighters lost speed and slow began decending on the Interdictor.

"we're moving aside to avoid the ship!" Red seven said. "Looks like they do want us back on it. They probably have a malfunction with their com." His tone was so convincing and full of sureness that no one in the flight even bothered to check with the Whirlpool.

"Alright begin docking procedures." Red five orderd as his fighterd slowly turned to face directly into the hanger. "repulsorlifts activated."

"Red flight two, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Flight control officer from the hanger ordered.

"Flight control, this is Red five. We had two tractor beams on us, and it directed us here. So we assumed that you wanted us back in."

"Non sense! There was no such order. Return to battle. Flight control out."

"Negative. Negative. The beam... Hey!!!" The sentence was never finished as the two fighters suddenly increased speed and shot into the hanger, exploding as they impacted into the back bulkhead of the hanger.

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Will quickly turned his attention to the other two remaining X-wings and brought them to their ends as well. Huge explosions went through the hanger as more docked fighters and fuel reserve exploded. "Oops. Looks like we'll have to use the other hanger now."

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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!
SC/MCPO Willtconq/Kaph 1/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B][SV]
Wm/Wm Willtconq/WM:1/Webmasters/VET/VE

Russell unloaded his full load of torpedoes at the shields the red steak of the propellant lit up space for they're the few extravagant moments of existence.  The radiant blast of reds, yellows and oranges reminded Russell of waking through gardens of his home world in his youth were bright radiant flowers painted a perfect order.  Now that his payloads of missiles were gone it was up for the rest of Kaph to take down the weakened shields.  As Russell pulled back on the throttle to scan for fighters a flash off green accompanied by a jarring jolt rattled the ship.  The rattle banged Russell's head against the cockpit controls a slow black out was overcoming him no matter how much he resisted it.  A fog seemed to engulf Russell as he woke up in a garden far away from the battle he was just fighting.

The fog was thick but was starting to become less as the minutes went on the soft wet ground let way to vast and beautiful landscape with gardens and rolling country side as far as the eye could see.  Russell started to walk down a coble stone path that seemed to move him itself like it was taking him some ware, like it was alive.  The path fallowed a hedge row about as tall as Russell it was green and in some spots covered in roses but the hole time traveling the path something seemed wrong like he should be somewhere else doing something else. Just at that moment he looked down and saw a small piece of paper it was rolled and had a ribbon around it as Russell bent down and picked it up the small piece of parchment smoothly unraveled itself in his hand.  The paper something so small in the vast and wonderful world of Russell's mind seamed to have no meaning until Russell read the words on it "People are counting on you, Remember" Just at that moment "Russell" then again but loader "Russell are you all right" Dominic's voice over the communicator jarred Russell to attention "I'm still hear just a little shuck up" Russell found himself flying the fighter on impulse alone he was very much still rattled from the jolt.  "Ok Russell you dumped you payload get back to the ship and prepare the transport" Willltconq's voice seemed more concerned with Russell's health then with getting the transporters out "and see a medic that's an order" "Yes sir" Russell replied as he started to make his way back towards the capital ship.

"Nothings never easy" thought Russell as he was trying to return to the ship two ties swung up on his tail laser fire was screaming by Russell could hear the sizzling of the paint.  So he tried an old trick, full reverse throttle joystick straightforward and just like that the two buggers were now in front.  Laser fire shortly ripped apart the shield less tie fighters but as Russell was finally making his final approach on the ship enemy blasters ripped open the back end of the praybird. Russell spiraled into a crowded flight deck technicians and mechanics were jumping out of the way of the many ton fighter.  "Fire teams to hanger one" the ship com officer ordered Russell pried opens the hated and crewed out battered and browsed. Medics were running to his location gear in hand Russell calmly walked over and took a seat on a cargo container to be examined and treated. The main medic had a thing or two to say about my crash landing and the states of my battered body as I sat there trying to gather myself.

"What the heck were you doing"?
"Crash landing, so get me patched up so I can get back out there"
"You have A concussion, cuts, broses and lord knows what else but ill patch you up as best I can I know how stubborn you fly boys are"
"Thanks chief"

Russell was now beginning to feel the straight of battle the stress was overwhelming but training keep him going and knowing that the rest of the squad was out there made him even more ready to get back into the fight.  Soon Russell would lead a group of commandos aboard an enemy occupied ship, heaven knows what's going to happen next. 

 
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LCRW JSRussell/Kaph-7/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE

Than Sion's head was still throbbing as he made a barrel roll, avoiding turbo laser fire from the NR cruiser. What happened was, to put lightly, an embarrassment to his intelligence. He had been talking to one of the technicians, about the heavy laser cannon's cooling system, when his comlink sounded with the order to prepare for take off. The technician wasn't done talking, so Sion walked backwards to continue to listen. When the comlink chirped again for him to get a move on, he ran backwards. He turned going at a full run when he saw the hull of the Preybird and then just blackness. He woke up about twenty minutes later propped up against a crate with a headache and a medic bending over him. Apparently he had hit the Preybird hard with his head causing him to knock out. After a few quick tests, the medic decided that the injury didn't do any permanent damage to the brain and that he was actually fit to fly. So he put his helmet on, got into the Preybird, went through the preflight check list in hs head, and blasted out of the hanger on flight control's mark.

A lone A-Wing came after Than Sion's Preybird. Sion did a few basic swerving maneuvers, trying to get him off his tail. The A-Wing not only stayed behind him but some how gained ground. He pulled the Preybird into a sharp dive; the A-Wing stayed on him and opened fire. He began to fly around like poultry with its head cut off in another attempt to loose the lone enemy fighter, but it stayed tight on his six. This one is good, thought Sion. But he is all alone.

"Kaph 5 sir," said Sion into his helmet microphone, "I have an A-Wing hot on my tail, can you offer me assistance?"

He felt his Preybird shake, the A-Wing got off a few shots that the shield luckily absorbed. This guy is starting to make me nervous, thought Sion.

"Affirmative Kaph 2," said Demonic.

With that, Demonic swooped in and pounded the preoccupied enemy with laser fire. The A-Wing only took a few shots before it was scrap floating in space.

"Thanks Kaph 5," Said Sion.

"Fighters, begin assault on the Phalanx with your ion cannons," came Willtconq's voice over the radio waves, "remember not to use any other weapons on the Phalanx, we want it back in one piece."



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FM/PO2/Than Sion/Kaph 2/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE(=A=)
I don't care about the political part of the government, I care about the part that tells me where the enemy is and lets me loose on them.

"Okay." Said Will. "We need to ionize the phalanx up a bit to make it easier for them to board. Kal, since your flight members are piloting the ship, you'll join up Flight 1."

"Roger that Will." demonic said, readying his Ion cannons.

"Okay guys, form up on me and avoid those turrets. Break off the assault if they start getting too accurate." Will said, increasing speed and turning to rush the phalanx, the others following him. Demonic brought his fighter to 100MGLT, taking aim at a turret based  on  the top. All at once fire broke out between the two sides, laser and ion cannons filling the area with fire. "Alright you guys, on my order, break off the assault.

"MY shields are failing!" said Than. Demonic looked at his indicator, noticing the same. The pilots were doing a good job at evasion, but even so they were taking too much fire to last much longer.

"Just hold on, and keep firing..." Will said, a bit of worriedness in his own voice. "Alright, break off assault! Reform on me when your out of range of those turrets. We'll let our shields regenerate, then take another go at it."

"Got it." Demonic said, pulling up and spiraling to avoid the fire. "This fighter is so slow..." He muttered. He was used to at least 130MGLT, and to top it off, the handling on the fighter, although he had adjusted it, wasn't that great either. He watched his shields slowly regenerate. "R2, any damage?" He asked his astromech droid casually. After a half a second, the droids responce flashed over the display "Hey, I know that we took a good bit of fire, but orders are orders R2."

"Alright, you guys ready to take another go at it?" Will asked as they formed up on him.

"Yeah, but my astromech says that I've sustained some damage to the hull, nothing serious."

"Alright then, lets go." Will said, speeding up and taking another run. They sped towards the cruiser, opening fire once more. Demonic took a hit to his shields, his fighter suddenly spinning out of control.

"R2, what the hell is going on!" He said urgently, trying to stabalize his fighter. After a few moments. "What do you mean we sustained more damage to the hull, our shields are still functional!" He finally got his fighter under control. Looking through his cockpit window, he saw a small fire on the side of his ship. "What the hell..." suddenly his astromech sent a wave of information at him. "It overheated? Damn this fighter. Put that out, and get it fixed!"

"You okay there?" Will asked over the communications.

"Yeah, just some fighter troubles. How'd the run go?"

"The Phalanx's defences are mostly ionized, its probably about time we call out Russell and Cheatle."


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|FL/PO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

Than Sion watched Willtconq's Preybird make the jump into hyperspace. Sion knew he wouldn't make it far for the Interdictory Cruiser's gravity well projectors wouldn't allow him to jump very far. Demonic's voice came over the radio.

"This is Kaph 5; I am in need of assist. I am having some problems with the NR TIE's."

"Kaph 2 to Kaph 5, I have received your message and am coming to assist."

Demonic had four NR TIE's harassing him as Than Sion came in for the attack. Sion took them by surprise, taking one out with a single shot. The remaining TIE's now knew that he was there and went into evasive. Demonic took out a second easily in the confusion. One of the speedy TIE's got behind him, firing at Sion's six. All part of the plan, thought Than Sion. The New Republic pilot obviously wasn't used to the TIE's targeting computer for it almost seemed like he was making pot shot.


The pilot was focusing so much on trying to get a shot off on the Preybird that he didn't notice another coming from behind.

"Blue four, you have one on your tail," said the leader of the NR TIE flight.

"What... ahhhhh?"

Too late, his fellow TIE's pilot went up in a ball of flames. It was only him now. Damn Imp's, they killed my whole flight, thought the Flight leader. He knew that it was a bad idea to stick A-Wing pilots into eyeballs, but no one listened to him. Let's see if they can take this.


"Where's the last TIE," said Sion over the radio waves.

"I can't see him either," replied Demonic, "maybe he went back to the Phalanx."

Than Sion's Preybird all of a sudden began to violently shake. The TIE's scream almost made him deaf from how close it flew over his Preybird. An alarm went off in the cockpit. The TIE had completely collapsed his shields.

"This is Kaph 2, I am flying naked. Shields are completely down."

He lost track of the TIE again. He desperately looked for the TIE, but didn't see it until it was too late. The TIE fire hit the Preybird's hull hard. The Astromech had not even made a peep since it was loaded into the Preybird. But after the recent damage, it broke the silence.

Critical damage, need to land for repair, scrolled across the droid display accompanied by a screech.

The damage display agreed with the droid. The droid automatically put in the most promising coordinates. Something made Sion trust the droid and he jumped into hyperspace. The last thing he saw was Demonic take out the deadly TIE.


They didn't go far because of the Interdictory Cruisers. They entered the Riflor System. Than Sion Landed next to Willtconq.

"Nice of you to drop in," said Willtconq, "what brings you here?"

"Well sir, I got schooled by a TIE."

 
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FM/PO2/Than Sion/Kaph 2/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE(=A=)
I don't care about the political part of the government, I care about the part that tells me where the enemy is and lets me loose on them.

Russell was still beaten up from the battle, sitting in the transport he started to does off while Cheatle was reading a manual

***FLASHBACK***

"Wake up Russell" a female voice, says as Russell slowly opens his eyes. It was his mother Russell sat up and looked around he was aboard his parents ship. The room was his room form childhood it was small gray and had posters of the Imperial Navy all over the walls.  Russell walked out of his room to were his mother was the smell of food was lofting into the air.

"Sit down Russell" mother said, Russell walked and sat down at the table just as he did so his father walked in and sat down next to him. His father was a silent man and when he spoke everyone listened today in his hand was a data pad with who knows what on it. Mother sat down a plate of food Russell ate it with out a word he liked the flashback but he knew it wasn't real.

Cheatle started to shake Russell's arm "wake up Russell time to go Willtconq has given us or orders and he said something about the new member"

"Ah yes" Russell replied as he stretched his arms out.  Even though the flashback wasn't real he enjoyed shwing his parents after stretching He reached down to the panel to access the ships communicator "Attention Kaph Flight 3 assemble on the flight deck"


The new recruits excited for combat ran into the flight deck Russell was now standing outside his transport waiting to give instructions "ok men were going out you're job will be to protect the transport don't get to far away we have to get these troopers over to the Phalanx safely."

The new recruits ran off to their Interceptors as Russell slowly walked back onto the transport "Remember or fist mission"

"Yea we were on some god forsaken planet," Cheatle stated not looking up from his manual

"I was so green I remember shaking most that battle," Russell stated

"Yea then you got shot down," Cheatle stated with a small chuckle

"HA, HA" Russell sarcastically says

Russell now walked onto the flight deck to address his new flight command "ok flight 3 its time to get to work" Russell then turned around then walked right back into the transport. There was work to do so he would address his command later.

***Quick post Isnt vary good just wanted to get the new guy's into combat***


FL/LCRW JSRussell/Kaph 9/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE

The engines fired up for a second and then sputtered out. Than Sion jumped out of the cockpit and Kicked the Preybird's paneling.

"Come on, WORK!" Sion said in a fit of rage.

"Easy killer," said Willtconq, "yelling at it won't get it fixed faster. Look at me, I have been here longer than you and mine is still not working."

"Sorry sir," said Sion.

Sion's Astromech had long been outside of the ship and now was going from place to place, trying to fix it. They had gotten the shields back to working order and the flight control systems functioning, but just couldn't get the ion drive to fire up again. But then, as though the droid had an "ah ha" moment, it sped quickly to one of the panels. It made some adjustments which caused something to spark and made a sound that Sion had long ago figured out meant "try now." Than Sion jumped back into the cockpit and tried for the three hundredth time to fire up the engines. They sputtered again, but this time instead of burning out, they flared out and hummed normally.

"YOU did it," Than Sion shouted in happiness.

He quickly loaded the droid back into the ship and packed up his tools. He jumped into the cockpit and began the pre flight checks.

"Hope you get your fighter working soon sir," said the younger pilot.

"You're not the only one," said Willtconq grimly.

Sion closed the canopy and blasted into space. Once he got far enough away from the planet, he jumped into hyper space.

"So what is your name little droid?" said Sion.

Words scrolled over the droid display: I am GWB-43.

"That's funny, that isn't a R2 service number," a puzzled Sion said to the droid.

The droid replied: It isn't, my full name is GWB-43 the Searcher.

"What, you're an astromech!"

This is only my current body; I once held very different form's.

"What, forms ...," but before he could go on he came out of hyperspace and back into the battle. "Ok, we will continue this conversation later."

There were barely any enemy fighters flying around, just the Phalanx and interdictory cruiser trying to take pot shots at the ally fighters with their turbo laser batteries. Than Sion opened the main Kaph channel.

"Kaph 2 back in action."


 
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FM/PO2/Than Sion/Kaph 2/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE(=A=)
I don't care about the political part of the government, I care about the part that tells me where the enemy is and lets me loose on them.

Demonic's voice came over the communications system, "Nice to have you back Kaph 2, the Phalanx is little threat to us now but the Whirlpool is another story.  At least one of its gravity well projectors is still functioning, so are most of its defenses.  But I have an idea; we could use the same method we used on the Phalanx and..."

"...take it as our own," Than Sion finished for him. 

"Exactly!" said Demonic.  "Everyone flying a Preybird, we should form up and disable the Whirlpool.  It would add another ship to our fleet if we could capture it."

Than Sion came into formation with the other Preybirds.  It was far too easy to dodge the slow turbo laser fire.  In their first run they significantly reduced the Whirlpool's shields with ease.  But the second run wouldn't be as smooth, a couple flights of enemy TIEs scrambled out of the paralyzed Phalanx.  They swooped in and began to harass the Preybirds. 

"Flight 3, we need fighter cover!" Demonic yelled over the radio waves. 

Than Sion had learned the hard way that TIEs could do a lot of damage to Preybirds.  They were no match though for the better and faster TIE interceptors of Flight 3.  But on the other hand, the pilots flying the amazing machines were all new.  Their technological downfall should at least make it so the newbies can keep them off our tales, thought Sion. 

Flight 3 did just that, allowing the Preybirds to collapse the Whirlpool's shields.  In the process the Interceptors almost took out half of the enemy TIEs.  It reminded Sion of one of the Simulators back in flight school. 

It was his first time one of the "disable the capital ship" simulations. All of the students were very new to flying.  Actually, none of them had even touched one of the practice TIEs yet.  They had only been on a few "dog fight" sims.  All of them seemed nervous going against a capital ship for the "first" time; even if it was only a simulation.  He remembered how about a quarter of the students didn't make the first run.  In the second, one of the students got too close to the ship, crashing the pixel fighter into it.  By the end of the sim, only a few "survived."  Than Sion was among them.  They were the smart ones that took out some of the fighter cover before they went in for runs.  He remembered being the one to fire the final Ion round into the engine, disabling the ship.

Much had changed since then; he was no longer flying a pixel ship, but one made metal.  One that if it blew up, it would be more than GAME OVER. 

"Come on Kaph, the shields are down, now we just have to hit the engines enough times to disable it," said Demonic. 

By now the new pilots had taken out the majority of the TIEs, leaving only a few to mop up.

Than Sion dodged right, just missing a bolt of deadly turbo laser fire.  He swerved farther to the right to get a better shot at the engines.  He let out as many ion shots as he could, so did everyone else.  They had made a couple more runs and then...

"The engines are down.  Repeat, the engines are down!" came over the radio waves from Demonic. 



 

 
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FM/PO2/Than Sion/Kaph 2/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE(=A=)
I don't care about the political part of the government, I care about the part that tells me where the enemy is and lets me loose on them.

"I am not seeing much action up here," said Than Sion.

"I don't think any of us are Kaph 2," said Demonic over the comlink.

The enemy fighter support had drastically thinned out since the beginning of the mission. The assault ship, that was now breaching the gap between the Phalanx and Steel Talon, had meet little resistance since the enemy ambush. Sion knew that would probably change when the ship came in range of the Phalanx's turbo laser batteries that were still functional. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the two NR controlled ships sitting ducks in space.

"I guess this would be a good time to go on with our conversation GWB-43," Sion said. "Where were we, oh yes, your different forms."

The text scrolled across the droid display screen: I began in the form of a hyperspace probe. My makers had granted me the ability to download my memory quickly into other droids. It would be necessary for my mission.

"What mission," asked Sion?

The text scrolled some more: I can't reveal the details to you, yet. It is too soon. But I can reveal that I am looking for an artifact of great importance.

Some greedy collector must have sent GWB out to find some "artifact" to "complete" his collection, thought the pilot. He must have been really greedy if he was willing to steal other people's property to get it.

"So how did you get to this miserable form?"

New text appeared: After searching through space for a long period of time, I came out of hyperspace at the wrong place, at the wrong time. I came upon a competitor's ship. He opened fire on me, so I fired back.

"You were a space probe, how did you fire back, did you eject blank memory cards at him?"

The droid replied: My makers had also armed me.

Some extremely greedy collector, thought Sion.

The droid continued, I destroyed the ship, but it had damaged me. I wasn't able to jump into hyper space. In my benefit, I had come out of hyperspace by an inhabited world. I snuck through its atmosphere and came upon a farm. I installed my quick memory download device in a hidden spot on a worker droid that was far from any intelligent life forms. I changed its restraining bolt so it only told the droid when it was activated. I then deleted all of its memory except the parts that had to do with its functions and proceeded to download my memory into its memory bank. I programed the probe body to fly away and head for a cave I saw when I came down...

"This is Kaph 9, there has been a second ambush, and we need fighter support!"

"We will continue this conversation later," said Sion.




 
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FM/PO2/Than Sion/Kaph 2/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE(=A=)
I don't care about the political part of the government, I care about the part that tells me where the enemy is and lets me loose on them.

Demonic swore as the X-wing pilot bombarded his preybird with another hail of fire. His R2 unit screamed out wildly as the fighter began to shook. "Yeah, I know we cant take much more of this!" he said, desperately trying to stabilize the fighter and avoid the attacker's fire. "Get those shields back online!"

Suddenly a well placed shot burst a section of his prey into flames. Swearing, he contacted Will over the com. "I can't take much more of this!" he said.

"Kaph 5, your fighter is too damaged! Eject!" Demonic pressed the eject button, getting ready to be shot out into space. It didn't happen

"Dammit Kaph 5, you have to eject!" Willtconq said.

"I cant, the damn thing isn't working!" He suddenly had an idea. "I'm going to attempt to land in one of their Auxiliary hanger bays!" he said, swinging his fighter around so that it faced the whirlpool. Speeding up as much as he dared with the damage his ship had sustained, he approached the hanger.

"Common, hold together..." He prayed desperately as the fighter entered the hanger... and crashed down into the hanger floor. Coughing and waving away smoke, he opened his preybird's hatch and climbed out, his astromech unattaching and flying down with it's jets.

"Hey, you, your under arrest!" Said a NR pilot, who had his blaster pointed at the imperial pilot.

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Demonic started to raise is hands, when suddenly a boom echoed out behind him. Turning around, he saw his preybird's seat finally eject, flying up into the air. Suddenly the artifical gravity of the whirlpool brought it back to the ground, crashing down on the unfortunate NR pilot's head. Demonic stood there for a moment, surprised. Suddenly his R2 unit beeped.

"Yeah, I know, what are the chances of that, huh?" He said, grinning. "See if you can find a port to plug into, to get some information about this ship." The astromech sat there for a moment, scanning out the room, when suddenly it beeped a rolled forward to a wall to their left. Plugging in, it sat their for a moment, it's output whirling around, then suddenly it detached from the wall and rolled back over to him.

"Thanks." He said as the astromech downloaded a map of the ship onto his datapad. He looked at it for a short time, then looked over at the right wall. "There is a low access to the vents here that leads to a computer control station. I guess we should check that out." the R2 unit beeped in acceptance of the plan and they ran over to the vent. Taking out his blaster, he shrugged and fired at the cover, blowing it away. His astromech powered up it's jets, flying up and inside. Kal grabbed on to the ledge, hauling himself up and following.

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After what seemed like ages, but was in reality only a half an hour or so, they reached the end. Peering through the grills of the cover, he saw only one technician was in the room at the time, standing directly below the vent cover. Grinning, Kal pushed out the heavy cover, the heavy object coming down and slamming the tech on the head.

"Looks like it's a good day for concussions..." He mutted to himself, jumping out of the vent, his droid following. Running over to the door, he locked it, then disabling the panel to prevent someone from opening it. Smiling, he sat down at the computer and turning it on.

"You go plug in as well R2" he said, easily slicing into the control database. After a few moments of searching, he commented, "Wow, they have everything on here. I would be impressed, but it's a big security problem when you have two little problems like us roaming around your network." He opened up a few files.

"Alright R2, get to work reprogramming those auto turrets in our favor, and make sure you shut down controls to the main one." He said. "I'm going to lock doors - Hanger, bridge, bathrooms, everything. Then we can get to work shutting down the communications."


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Commander Miko Reu swore violently as the defence coordinator told him that their auto turrets had suddenly started firing upon their own fighters. For some reason, the doors had been locked and chaos was sprouting up all over the ship. Garbage droids were dumping their cargo all through the halls. Countless reports of crew soiling themselves because they couldn't get into the bathroom. All of the ship's food supplies were going bad because power had been cut to the kitchen. There was a pileup of X-wings as a squadron crashed into the blast doors, which suddenly closed as they were taking off. He was almost relieved when the communications to the other areas of the ship had been cut out.

"Tech officer, can't you find the source of the problems?" He said, walking over to were the man was sitting.

"We are trying to track it, but whoever is doing this is doing well to keep their position secret."

Miko swore again. This was going to be a bad day.

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|FL/PO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

Demonic grinned as his fingers flew across the keys, he and his R2 unit dominating the systems of the whirlpool. It was like his time in the Corellian resistance against the new republic - Shifting the tides of battle without picking up a weapon.

Suddenly his astromech droid started whistling wildly, causing to look up from his work at the camera monitors on the top of the station. A squad of republic soldiers in heavy combat suits were making their way down the hallway towards his position. "Crap, crap, crap..." he said to himself, looking for some means to defend his position. After a few moments, he found the access to a set of autoturrets mounted on the ceiling, on the other side of the door. He quickly activated them, then overrode the center one, bringing it's aim up on his display.

"Keep an eye on things." He said, gripping the controls firmly and setting the turret to it's maximum level of power. He had expected that the technicians on board the ship would trace him, and that they would get the doors open and go after him, but not so soon. "Alright, lets see how good these turrets work." He said, waiting for them to arrive.

And then they did. "Watch those turrets!" One of them said, who Demonic assumed was the squad leader, firing his blaster at the automated guns. Demonic fired back at him, burning a smoldering hole in the man's torso. In an effort to avoid a similar fate, the other men pressed themselves against the wall or crouched, making themselves smaller of a target.

"I wonder how the Russell and Cheatle are doing? Or the others?" He thought to himself, blasting down soldiers as he did. He looked to the monitors again to see that two more squads were making their way down to his position.

"Damn it. R2, scout a path through the vents to one of the auxiliary hangers, and change those access codes on the X-wings so only we can get into them." Suddenly a well placed blaster bolt hit the camera on his turret, so he got up and walked over. "You'd better hurry." he said.

After a few moments, Red letters flashed across the screen - his droid was trying to tell him something. "An Imperial officer is being held on board the Whirlpool?" More text flashed across the screen. "The detention area is on the path to the closest auxiliary hanger?" Demonic took a moment to think about it.

"Well, we should try and rescue the officer then, we might as well. Who knows? He or she might be a pretty good pilot." Suddenly a muffled boom echoed through the room as the last of the auto-turrets was destroyed.

"Open this door you bastard!" A voice sounded out from the other side of the door. R2-N7 disconnected from the computer and made it's way over to a vent entrance near the floor. Demonic ran over and pulled out the grill, allowing the astromech droid to go ahead and lead the way. Just as Demonic crawled in and pulled the grill back over behind him, he could hear the soldier outside the room calling for a engineer to blow open the door.

"Alright, we better go quick." Demonic said a low voice to the droid, and then they set out once more through the vents.
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After another half hour of traveling, they reached the entrance to the detention area. "Keep quiet." He said to his droid, carefully pushing out the grill and drawing his blaster pistol. Looking around, he saw that the detention area was a hall, with shield walled cells running down either side. It wasn't very big, which probably meant that they usually dropped off their prisoners shortly after they received them. On the far end of the hallway stood a guard, wearing light padded armor, wielding a blaster. Quietly as he could, Demonic, snuck down the hallway towards the man, taking off his helmet so that he could see better. Looking to the sides, he saw there were no other prisoners in any of the cells. Once he reached the man, he raised his blaster very slowly, and pulled the trigger.

Just at that moment, the man decided to bend down and tie his shoes. The blaster bolt hit the ceiling uselessly, and the guard immediately spun around and grabbed Demonic's arm, taking the blaster from him. "What the hell do you think your doing you little asshole?" The man said, throwing him against the wall. He stepped forward to finish him off, but he tripped upon his shoelace and slammed his head hard into the metal wall.

"Ow..." Demonic commented, stepping around the new stream of blood that emerged from the man's head to pick up his blaster. He also grabbed the datakey from the man's belt. When that was done, he motioned to his droid to come out of the shadows, and started to look for the prisoner.

This is a piece of a larger post I have written. I'm sick and dont have the pacience to copy it all out yet, so I'll post more later
 
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|FL/PO2_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader