"Flight one, this is flight two leader," called out Jen, "We've got two Razor fighters coming in fast towards your vector.  Shall we assist, or move on to the newly aquired targets of the R-41 starchasers?"

"Thats negative on the assist 5," said Shazam, "Move in on those starchasers, they seem to be going straight for the transports, rather than our bombers."

"Affirmative one, flight two, engage the starchasers," said Jen, "Nazgul 5 out"

Jaden eased the fighter in under Shazam's right wing.  These tie agressors were a fine fighter to fly, but it was a big change from the immense speed of the tie interceptor.  Jaden felt deprived to be flying such a slow fighter.

I miss those interceptors already

"Shazam, flight three seems to be in the middle of everything.  Looks like Coren, Mika, and Gunnay have taken some hits," said Jaden, "Trevor and Jesati are trying their best to help out, but they are outnumbered 5:9 by those razor fighters.  Anything we can do to help out?"

"Alright, here's the deal.  We'll engage these oncoming fighters, the four marked razors along with the two newly aquired marks of those other Razors.  Art, you and Tyrrax jog around and let off a few missiles at those fighters.  Jaden and I will come down on them, hopefully taking down as much of the hull as possible.  That concussion missle fire from you two should easily take out the shields.  Dummy fire you missiles with no lock, but aim near the fighters so that the shield is mostly taken down.  If one of the fighters explodes from missile impact, they will surely take off and regroup again.  We want to get all of them in ones switft kick." said Shazam.

"If we manage to survive that, then we might have time to engage the fighters that have caught flight three up."

"Affirmative, Shazam, engaging fighters on your mark," said Jaden, tracking the fighters in a group on his targetting monitor.  The control stick eased itself into Jadens had as he adjusted the yoke, hit the rudder pedal, and slammed on the throttle.

"And got damnit, someone get those transports through the atmosphere so they can get on the land," said Shazam.

Oh man, this is chaos
 
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Jaden Khaar


Vast Empire
FM/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Nazgul 1-2 (Nazgul 2)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)

Trevor noted the sound of urgency in the Captains voice, and wished he could psuh his fighter faster. He reached down to scratch his leg and bumped the control yoke, pushing his fighter towards Gunnay`s. He jumped back upright and pulled the control back straight, correcting his flight path.

"Sorry 10, had a little techincal error there." He lied.

"Yeah right, you did that on purpose." Gunnay replied with a laugh.

"Not really...." Trevor replied as he looked ahead. Flight three was to the back and left of flight one, and they were approaching the enemy fighters rapidly. "Flight three, prepair to engage in 30 seconds. Don`t use any missiles, not yet anyways. We don`t want to accidently catch someone in any of the other flights within the blast radius.

After getting the required amount of 'Copy that'`s from his flight, he checked his scanners. There was an enter flight of Razors and a flight of R-41s. He had selected himself a Razor and was already locking on with a missile.

"Ready to engage in 15 seconds." Gunnay said firmly over the comm, just as Trevor let a missile streak out from under his fighter towards the first flight of Razors. It hit the lead fighter and totaly destroyed his shields, and weakened his wingmen`s to about 50% Trevor unleashed a volley of linked fire into the lead fighter and tore it to bits, flying between the two wingmen and pulling back on the yoke, flipping himself around in the middle of his loop. He leveled off and heard Gunnay let out a whoop as he got a kill. Mika had finished off the other fighter and had done a small barrel roll out of glee, before leveling off and selecting a new target that was headed towards the transports.

He got a lock and fired off the missile, but swore as it shot under his target and detonated near the friendly fighters.

"What the hell was that? We`re friendlys!" The CO of Alpha Squadren asked angerly.

"It was supposed to hit that Razor!" Mika retorted, disrespectful as ever.

"Well next time, check you God Damned lock!" The XO replied this time, sounding as if he was about to shoot at Mika out of anger.

"Yes Sir!" Mika replied, suddenly afraid of what they might do to him.

Trevor had chosen a new target, but managed to get a R-41 on him in the middle of the chaos. He took his sights off the Razor he had been after and began trying to hit the R-41 with his aft cannon. After missing a good number of times, he got four or five direct hits onto the shielding in a row. The R-41 decided to speed up and attempt to get a lock. Trevor could hear sirens going off around him as the lock was confirmed and resorted to a desperation move. He pulled back on the throttle, cutting his speed to zero.

The R-41 pilot realized what was happening and abandoned his lock to pull up and out of the way of Trevor`s fighter. As he shot over, Trevor realized how he could take advantage of this situation and pushed his throttle forward again, now being behind the R-41.

He pumped the shield of the enemy with his cannons, finnaly breaking through and hitting hull. Small puffs of smoke which were quickly snuffed out by the vacuum of space poured out of the fighter with each hit, and finally the fighter shook violently, erupting into a plum of fire and metal shards before that too was snuffed out.

Trevor stomped on his right rudder pedel and swung the fighter right, trying to avoid the shrapnel. One of the pieces came hurteling towards him and shot through his shield, being totaly unnaftected by it. It stuck into the solar panel on his fighter, and gave his fighter a good shake.

"Woah!" Trevor said alloud, wondering what hit him.

"I could use a little help 9!" Jestati called over the comm. Trevor checked his monitor and realized that in a matter of seconds Jesati would be shooting above him with two Razors on his ass. As soon as Jesati passed by, Trevor pushed his throttle to 100% and began to work on a lock on one of the fighters. As soon as he got it, he let the missile fly, pleased with himself as the fighter broke off of Jesati`s tail, and then was decimated by the missile, which made no contact with its shields.

"Did you get him with your aft cannon?" Trevor asked, wondeirng why the Razor had no shields.

"Uh, no...I forgot I even had that!" Jesati replied in a dumbfounded way, starting to fire at the Razor behind him. The Razor got some scorch marks on it as the bolts hit the hull directly. No shielding on it either. Trevor pumped the aft end of the fighter and watched it explode before veering away from Jesati.

"Nazgul 1, this is 9." Trevor said, wishing to tell the commander about the shieldless Razors.

"Go ahead 9." Shazam said patiently, as if the battle was effortless for him.

"Me and Jesati just had a run in with a pair of shieldless Razors. You have anything like that?" Trevor asked, wondering if maybe those two had been custom fighters that had gotten rid of the shields to fit more payload.

"Yeah, I have. I`ve also noticed they are a bit faster then regular Razors. I think it was only the first flight`s of both the Razor`s and R-41`s that had shields. The rest must`ve had them taken out for better speed." Shazam informed him quickly, grunting once for a reason Trevor couldn`t see, but assumed that he had just performed a difficult manuever.

"That or a bigger payload of missiles that are their little gifts for our transports..." Trevor said, trailing off.

"Yeah. Could be that as well I suppose." The commander replied in a tone of voice that sounded as if he couldn`t think as to why he never thought of that.

Withthat Trevor began searching for a new target, checking his scanners for any enemy that was not currently being chased by a Nazgul or Kaph.
 
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FL/CPO/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 9(3-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Will proceeded to turn off the heater, and prepared to brace himself for entering atmosphere. The heat from friction, no doubt, will heat the place up pretty well. But the switch would not turn. Will checked to see if it was jammed. Then he remembered that he was still back in his room. There is no temperature control inside the machine. the temperature inside the machine will always be the same as his room temperature. Heh, almost forgot myself. But this is also a good thing, never have to worry about being freezed to death even if i get shot up and somehow survived.

"Alright Kaphs, brace yourselves for atmosphere entering. It's gonna get quite hot around here." Will spoke into his comm, hoping the rest of his squadron took the hint of turning off the heater that keeps them warm in the cold space, but is not needed for atmosphere flight.

Will eased off on the throttle as the speed increased steadily, the ships were being pulled down into the atmosphere by gravity. Streaks of burning atmosphere brushed past, more appeared the deeper in the ships got, and the faster they went. Will checked to make sure the flaps and air brakes are activated to full, then checked his speed. Even with these, I'm still going a bit too fast. For entering anyway. He checked the radar, everyone was going this fast. It must be a fun ride for those army guys who are sitting in transports going way faster than the maximum speeds.

"We're going in too fast!" Shazam commented. "Reduce speeds to 80mglt. Minimize your throttles, and activate drive fins, air breaks, and flaps if you have not already done so. Then adjust your repulsor lifts to stay with the group."

Will activated his repulsor lifts as ordered. His speed decreased from 110mglt to ninety then eighty. His squadron stayed with him the whole time. "How are we doing back there?"

"All clear, Kaph Leader." Demonic replied.

"All system show green, Kaph 1." Skylla answered for her flight.

"Crap..." Shazam's voice cracked in Will's speakers.

Will immediately looked to the radars from self reflexes to such words. As he predicted, two squadrons appeared not too far from them on his long range scanners. Zooming in, the two dots turned into twenty-four smaller dots along the edges.

"Radio silence is no longer necessary people- we've already got bogies coming from the north and east- my scanners indicate X-wing class fighters, they'll be coming up from the bottom and into the center of our formation. Once the transports are down, they'll be making a run for it- we'll escort them part-way then Firestorm will take over, our job is to create and maintain air superiority- don't forget it.  Chase your kills, no need to let the stragglers go and have them come back to bite us: chase your kills....  Alright- be ready to engage..."

"You heard 'im. Kaphs prepare to engage." Will said. "We'll take the ones coming from the east, and let Aegis and Nazgul worry about the other one from north. But be alert. They might have hidden hangers somewhere, and enemy fighters can pop out anywhere."

"Roger that." A number of similar replies came.

"Sir, they seem to be heading straight for the transports." Than Sion reported. "Permission to engage the lead fighters?"

"Granted. Flights one and two, prepare to engage. Flight three, remain in your positions incase any surprise attacks. You and the Nazguls are the last defense if any of those x-wings are to get through us." Will ordered. "Accelerating to attack speed."

Green forests and small grassy openings flashed past. Not a suitable place to crash land. Will didn't know where that came from, but somehow, he felt the ground calling to him. The he remembered back to the missions he had participated since he joined VEN. Not once, had he stayed in the air the whole time. Everytime, something happened or was planned, and he had to land and take a bit of excursion through territories by foot. In his last mission, he was shot by an enemy craft, and had to hop to a near by planet for repairs. As much as he wanted to avoid getting on the ground, he could feel a pull on him, toward the land. I'm not gonna leave this craft until the mission is over.

He set his thoughts straight, and concentrated on the task ahead. The X-wings were drawing ever closer. Will switched to missiles and attempted to get a lock on an enemy. When it did lock, the missile alarm went off at the same time as the missile lock beep. He launched his missile, and pulled up immediately leveling out in the opposite direction of the battle. The missile adjusted its course and kept on his tail. Will snap rolled to port, rolled, inverted, then a vertical dive, straightened out right above the tree tops, before pulling up again. The missile was stuck on his tail like glue. Damn, it's not programed to explode within a certain proximity. Which can only mean one thing, larger fuel cell, smaller warhead, and possibly a better tracking system than other proton torpedoes. Will checked his radar, he was closer to the transports than the rest of flights one and two.

"Kaph Leader to Starboard Nazguls or Kaph flight three. These guys seem to be using advanced torpedoes. I've got one stuck on my tail. Requesting assistance."

"This is Nazgul five. I see you. bring it up a bit and I'll try giving it a shot."

Will pulled up at full speed, not daring to reduce speed. Speeding past the the fighters stationed around the transports. Nazgul five dropped in behind him as he flew past. He tried to flight straight to give her a better shot. She fired twice, one missed completely, and the other slammed into the back of his fighter, dropping his aft shields by a quarter.

"Hey! No need taking me out!" Will spoke defensively.

"Sorry, you're going too fast. I can't keep up with you in this Aggressor. Come around for another run. You should be thankful that I lowered the intensity on the shots, Else it could have brought your shield all the way down to fifty."

Will took a series of starboard turns and ended up behind the group of transports again. This time however, he dropped the throttle to ninety percent. Fearing she might hit him again instead of the missile, which is doing a quite good job keeping up, he transferred some energy from the blasters to his aft shields, bringing it back up to 100%. When he turned, he noticed the missile was longer than the normal ones. They must have extended fuel cells.

Nazgul five pulled in behind him once again. This time however, she took careful aim, and fired only once, and it hit home. The outer shell of the missile melted away as the extreme heat enveloped it, and the fuel cells exploded, though not a very big explosion. Then, not surprisingly to Will, a second explosion rocked the space between the two fighters. But the explosion was also not as effective as normal torpedoes. So I was right. They reduced the size of the warheads to make room for fuel cells. But after chasing me this long, the fuel inside the missile was mostly gone. Hence the small explosions. Double explosion. The first one reduces the shields if made a direct hit, and forces the warhead through the shield, onto the hull of the target, then explodes within the shield, blowing out a big chuck of the hull, enough to put the ship out of combat permanently if the ship itself doesn't blow up. Nice technology. And it all makes sense.

"Thanks Jen." Will said as Nazgul five pulled back into formation around the transports. At least I think her name is Jen.

"No sweat, happy to be of help. Nazgul five out."
 
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-(William the Conquerer)-
King of PPC
We are still here because we conquered our enemies, and we shall do it once more! and more, and more, and more!
SC/CWO Willtconq/Kaph 1/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B][SV]
Wm/Wm Willtconq/WM:1/Webmasters/VET/VE

Jaden rolled the fighter over on the starboard side, splitting from the formation and engaging the oncoming fighters.  It had been a while since X-wings had attacked them.  Usually an assortment of pirate fighters would be the attackers, but the planet seemed to have better defenses than anticipated.

"Nazgul two to one, permission to engage oncoming fighters, flight three has already engaged.  I suggest Our flight help out while Kaph flight three staggers behind with the rest of Nazgul to take on the missiles," said Jaden

"Permission granted two, I'll send out the orders.  Stick to standard incoming vector on your assault, and don't get caught in the crossfire," said Shazam

"I'll be fine, but these aggressors are too slow," said Jaden, "You should be happy that you're flying a Defender"

"Well, I am the Wing Commander, after all," said Shazam

"But it makes you stick out like a sore thumb to the enemy, sir" said Jaden

"Cut the chatter and engage those fighters.  I'll follow you in.  Art and Tyrrax seem to be falling behind."

Jaden pulled the fighter out of the roll and brought up his first target.  With only 8 missiles left, he would have to make sure he chose his targets wisely.  The X-wings were coming in very fast.

"Shazam, fire one missile each at target one two and three, and I'll send off another missile simulatiously as you let yours off," said Jaden, coming up beside Shazam.

"Alright, I have lock.  Missile one, two, and three are go," said Shazam.

Jaden got lock and let his missiles go.  They streaked towards the targets a lot faster that the torpedoes did.  As he watched his own and Shazam's missiles, he took note that Art and Tyrrax and now engaged the fighters ahead of them.  They had happened to pick up speed and pass the both of them.

"This is Nazgul two, Flight three, Nazgul Squadron, you are cleared to engage fighters at close range" said Jaden

"Affirmative," said Trevor, "Engaging now"

The missiles connected with the X-wings, taking their sheilds to the ground, and splitting up their formation.  Art and Tyrrax immediately took note of this and clamped onto the tails of the X-wings, taking them down one by one.  Tyrrax with two kills, Art with a mere one.

"Nice kills," said Jaden

The rest of the fighters had now split up, and the distance between the fighters and the transports was diminishing.

"Nazgul flight two and Kaph Flight three, make sure you shoot down as many of those enemy missiles as possible, and engage any fighters if you have to.  Nazgul Flight one and three, keep on the fighters that are currently on our approach vector.  Kaph, keep it up"
 
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Jaden Khaar


Vast Empire
FM/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Nazgul 1-2 (Nazgul 2)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)

(I'm in an aggressor, Jaden )

Meye awoke suddenly, frozen as the sound of cannons roared in the distance but peirced through the transparisteel windows.  A thousand things began running through her mind as she slowly drew a blank.  Then she remembered that she'd had a fight with Father, no, Jacre' Roelk...  And then she must have fallen asleep...  She didn't bother to glance at the holo for the time because yet another blast echoed across the mid-day skies.  Or was it mid-day? 

The beautiful brown strands of decorative hair styling were now frivelously displaced and rather harsh in comparison to the look she'd displayed only hours ago.  And she felt like crap...  Am I catching something?  She coughed once to feel the familier tinge of a sore throat and rolled her neck uneasilly to note the stiffness-

It hadn't been a half second after she'd opened the drapes that she dropped the beligerent, half-closed eyes trance.  Streaking across the sky in front of her was one of the most impressive displays of power she'd ever seen- Imperials...

Then there was more green beams strafing across the ground and she suddenly realized the, TIEs?, yes, the TIEs were not alone.  Rather, they were accompanied by some strangely familier X-wings...  Her eyes momentarilly dropped from the sunlit balcony, first row seat of the only battle she'd ever seen so that she could contemplate where'd she'd seen that.  Although Varadai City was atlest five miles form the location, it wasn't difficult to tell the fighters and their allined groups.  The sharp cliffs and mountainous region to the left was no longer even subtle, but instead sharp, deliberate backgrounds for the light to play with, creating a sort of picturesc warfare.

She realized that she was daddling again and began to think a little more on what was going on when the door behind her suddenly burst open. 

"Ms. Meye!"  Altec four, or Alt as she would reduce, was her bodyguard.  Head bodyguard really- everyone else listened to him for some reason, and all though he was a clone and looked just like everyone else, she thought him somewhat handsome from time to time.  Even beyond that grim and uncertain, almost despaired look, she could see the shining smile just beyond his currently sour disposition.  He wore his hair a little different though- perhaps that's what it was.  Most of the clones had their hair pulled back into a traditional Harjanne Tail.  Harjanne being a not entirelly cute animal, but still cudly found in the forest of Rameis Seven and the capitol world.  The animals ran to about four feet and about fifty pounds, thier tails bushy- the clones mimicked this by brushing backwards and forming a kind of lone dreadlock.  Alt's was short and a little spiky- brown stalks and strands of slightly highlighted portions picking up in the soft glow from behind.  And he said he wouldn't look good with extra hair-work...

There was another blast that seemed to shake the building; were they getting closer?  "What's going on, Alt?"  She crossed her hands reflexibly, taking the posture of most domineering senators, primarilly the ones she was being forced to learn from.

"You are to be taken to the safe house..."  Alt didn't look at her when he said it but he appeared to be breathing hard...  So, she wouldn't argue- yet..

"Are you alright?"  and then the middle-aged man across from her seemed to regain all of his energy right as she said it.

"You haven't moved yet- let's go..."

"Where's the rest of the team?"  She slowly stepped forward after taking another glance at the window from behind.  Don't burn the place down... 

"They'll be taking up positions around the building to...  Let's go now, Meye- we can't be screwing around..." 

The girl had appeared to be heading toward the door when she veered to the left and began sorting through her bag, containing all the personal items a senator in training needed. 

"Picking up more of our lingo, Alty?"  Our?  The bodyguard winced visibly only because she'd said it.  She was still trying hard to get over her step-fathers superiority complex with clones... 

"We need to go- now, Meye!"  It was obvious he didn't want to force her for some reason, but she didn't want to push her friend.  Yes- this is one of my only freinds...

She began to head out the door when she finally remembered why the X-wings looked so familier, even from a distance.  My mentor's battle group had blue rings painted around the nose and wings...  Belis and Hapnel squadrons!  That means he's up there!  She would just have to hope mentor would be able to handle the Imperial Forces.

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There was only a slight breeze so the air-bumps were few and far between, but atmosphere had it's more interesting aspects.  Thus far, Shazam had only wasted several missiles without having the opportunity to dog fight.  To most pilots, atmospheric was considered to be 'goo' because it made you sloshy and otherwise unable to do what you could in space.  Also, in atmosphere, the advantage went to heavy engined craft like X-wings because they had to the bulk and mass to control their weight in the air.  For instance, when an X-wing rotates just slightly after slowlying down so that one of the wings tips down, it literally slides sideways.  This forces the pursuer, especially if it's a TIE fighter, to either run or overshoot.  Since a TIE is so aerodynamic, wherever it points- it goes.  There's no sidestepping manuevers unless you're close to the ground and using repulsorlifts... 

Not to mention that the Imperial group had already been suprised once- elongated fuel cells?  Had they underestimated the RS?  Perhaps their forces were greater than they were letting on...  The Battle Dragon jumped in with it's own compliment force- who's to say the RS is the only group around... 

"This is transport leader, touching down- and we're set!  Watch our backs now!"  The leader sounded excited enough but the task of protecting the group had just become about a hundred times harder.  Now that the shuttles were going into a ladder formation, four in a stairstep, they were much better split up and far more susceptible to the RS.  Not to mention two more squadrons of enemy fighters had launched, this confirmed by the Coruscant as it fought the Roelk up in space.  Winning hopefully...

"Alright men- buckle down!  Nazgul Squadron- we're flying low until those new groups come around.  Aegis- take Flight three of Kaph Squadron to escort you over to the set course.  We need to find the road and make sure it's secure...  Kaph!"  Shazam was quiet as an acknoldgement or two came through then said-" You're doing good- do whatever you'd been doing.  But make sure you keep those fighters shy..."  Blue rings...  Interesting design...  The X-wings he'd noticed had three single rings around the nose of the snubfighter and another two on the tips of each s-foil.  A private division possibly?  Either way, they had some excellent fighter pilots.  The Navy's perfect survival rate was beginning to drop- already a pilot from Kaph had died and there would be many to accompany him. 

Shazam's own Agressor was practically at full health, the sheilds still coming back to life a bit, but in farelly good condition.  He inverted with a quick snap roll and brought himself down past the fourth line of shuttles, vectoring up just slightly to get some idea of gravity and...

"We are engaging ground forces, do you copy Nazgul escort?  Ground forces have occupied the area and are opening fire on our transports, requesting assistance!"  The same excited leader who spoke of the enemy from above was now shouting about those he feared from below. 

"We've got hand-held anti-air units, Nazguls!  Watch out!"  Shazam rolled right about a hundred feet off the ground as a missle lock indicator came to life.  Where were they?  Can't be more than fourty people- no more than a bunker could have gotten here in that time...  Either way- they were hidden within the tall grass somewhere or in the forest creating the crater edge around the clearing.

"Sweep the feilds but try not to light the place up, people- we gotta clean this up before the new enemy forces decide to show up!"  Jaden was keeping real close as more ground fire exploded on his hindquarters- this time only blaster fire.  But good shots...  "Alright- watch yourself, two.  I'm pulling around..."

The pilot got the picture because he backed off immedietly and began to pull into a loop-the-loop, soaring straight above as Shazam forced the throttle to ten perfect and dug his heel into the left rudder pedal, pulling up as he got a good look at the landing site again.  Pulling g's this close to the ground wasn't necessarilly his style, but it would take them off guard.  The break-turn did just that;  just beyond the first landing craft was a group of about five, squatting in the high-grass throwing grenades toward the shuttles.  They didn't even know what hit them.

"Nice!" Tyrrax exclaimed as Shazam's unholy salvo extinguished the RS soliders.  From above it looked somethign like he was painting a 'C' in the grass before lighting up the last end with cannon fire. 

"Comin down on the fellows behind your dead buddies, One."  Jaden was on group of three only seconds after Shazam disappeared. 

(Okay- Aegis: there's going to be a bunker or two right away and probably some ground forces and blockades across the roads.  Get to it!  Kaph- don't kill off all of the X-wings, in fact, you'll probably have some problems with them.  Use the transports: they have quite the arsenal.  Also, make it seem like there's one pretty good fighter out there: he's the mentor.  Questions? Comments?  Concerns?)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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

Commander of Nazgul Squadron, Phoenix Wing and Training

"Dodger I got a missile tailing me can you help me out?" 

Than Sion heard Cyleaf say over the radio just before the same person's fighter went into a spin, ion streak behind him.  Than Sion had noticed the new pilot throughout the mission.  He had pretty much worked with Dodger, who was a fellow new pilot, for the majority of the mission.  Speak of the devil, thought Sion as Dodger's voice cut into his thoughts.

"Hang on, I'm almost there.  Drop down towards the treetops, when you pull up I'll blast it out of the sky."

Cyleaf pulled down toward the trees, as told, Dodger followed him from above.  An X-Wing swung away from the fight and pulled up on Dodger's six just as Cyleaf pulled up.  Than Sion pulled in to pursue the X-Wing and began to yell into his mike:

"Dodger, you have one on your..."

Dodger took out the rocket just as the pursuing X-Wing shot another.  Dodger probably only heard the first beep of the missile lock alarm when he noticed the torp was right on him.

"Ah crap," was all he said before the rocket slammed into him.

The Hawkbat went up in flames and fell to the ground.  The irony shocked Sion.  Dodger had saved Cyleaf from a torp, only to be immediately be killed by another.  Then Sion noticed that he was now on the six of the X-Wing.  He smirked as he armed one of his own missiles.  He gently pushed his thumb down on the left handle's button.  The torpedo shot away from Sion's Hawkbat and shot and into the X-Wing, immediately shutting down its shield and destroying the engine block in one blow.  The X-Wing crashed down, not too far from the wreckage of the Hawkbat.  Than Sion made a sound of amusement when he noticed that he added another link to the small chain of ironies.  He just hoped it was the end of that chain.  Cyleaf distressed voice came over the comlink:

"Dodger hey Dodger, come in, you there?" There was a slight pause. "Nice trick Dodger, not funny"

It hurt greatly for Sion to have to say, "Sorry kid, he didn't make it, he got the torpedo, but never saw the guy behind him, don't worry I made that fighter pay."

He was surprised at his use of the word kid.  This was only his third mission and he was already using terms like "kid" to new pilots.  He heard Cyleaf's voice again:

"Thank you Sir"

This comment caught at him.  He always referred to only Willtconq.  He didn't even think that he called his flight leader Demonic by that title.  But he didn't say anything about it.  He understood what Cyleaf was going through.  He had felt it over three years ago on his home planet of Kazaar, he still felt it.  He probably would never forget the day that the enemy had taken his parents away from him.

He could still remember the two thuds and the footsteps of the soldiers just walking away, no care for who's lives they my have destroyed.

He held back the tears; this was not the place or time for falling apart.  He didn't feel like meeting his parents in person, not yet.

He pulled away from the area of the crash site and went for the nearest cluster of X-Wing. 

 
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FM/PO1 Than Sion/Kaph 6/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)
Paintball is the only sport that you get to shoot somebody in.

Trevor was making rounds around the landing area, with Flight three following in a spread out formation.

"Alright Flight 3, Flight 1 seems to be mopping up the gorund forces pretty well. We just need to- Woah! Shit!" Trevor exclaimed as he ripped out of formation and began evasive menuevers. He had gotten a lock on him, but couldn`t find out from who or were visualy. It wasn`t a missile yet, so someone had eithe rmanaged to get a lock on him from the ground, or he had a pilot on him. checking his radar, he concluded it was the latter idea.

He pumped some energy from his forward cannons into his rear cannon, almost to the point of overload, and let loose on the tailing X-wing. The X-wing was sliding back and forth across Trevor`s tail, still keeping his lock while avoiding the majority of the shots. The occasional one would glance off his shields, and finally Trevor managed to score 5 in a row, which pun ched through the shields, and the 6th shot nailed the Astromech on the X-wing. The pilot, suddenly realizing he would have to get his lock manually, swore and pulledoff Trevor`s tail.

Trevor took this opening to swing his fighter around in a tight turn and begin to make his own lock. The pilot didn`t seem to notice, swearing under his breath about broken astromechs. He didn`t notice Trevor on his tail, and he didn`t notice Gunnay bearing down on him until the last minute, when Gunnay opened up with some higher powered linked blasts and tore through the fighter.

"Wassat one of those one`s with blue rings?" Trevor asked, wondering if maybe that specialty squadren had gotten a transfer of a lesser pilot or something.

"Nope, that one was normal. I don`t think you want to come up against one of the blue rings." Gunnay replied, pulling into formation behind Trevor.

"Yeah, I would. I`m a pretty good pilot, well, I think so anyways. I could take one..." Trevor said, trailing off.

"Or die trying..." Gunnay replied with a quick laugh.

"Exactly." Trevor replied, returning to his quick sweeps of the area.

OOC: Sorry its short, I got rushed.
 
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FL/CPO/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 9(3-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

"Hey, wingman, I've got an idea. Keep on my tail, but distance yourself a little. Be ready to shoot." Demonic said, turning his Hawkbat slightly and increasing speed. As he left the general cluster, two X-Wing fighters broke off to engage. His targeting lock warnings blared, and he cut his speed. Angling the fighter so that it faced upwards, he maximized power on it's Ion engines, sending him racing upwards, the two X-wings flying by underneath. By the time they had realized they had been tricked, Than Sion already had launched a pair of Concussion missiles at their tails. The two republic broke apart and fell to the ground in a smoldering blaze.

"Nice shot!" Demonic complemented his Wingman. They rejoined the fray, searching for another target. Immediately upon reaching the skirmish, Demonic took a series of shots, scattered around the wings of his fighter. "Stop playing with fire if you don't wanna get burned, greenie." Demonic muttered, zig-zagging to throw of the attacking pilot's lock. He took a few more shots.

"Dammit, Kaph-6, get this guy off my tail. He's a horrible shot, but he's still doing injustice to my shields here."

His wingman's response was a bit rushed. "Sorry, cant. I got problems of my own." Demonic looked to his scanner to see that Sion was also being pursued.

"Got it, I'll try and get rid of him myself." Demonic said. He initiated a barrel roll, dodging a few shots and causing his enemy to overshoot him. Righting his fighter, he locked on to the back of the X-Wing and let off a spray of fire from his own weapons. The X-Wing caught fire and, plummeted to the ground were it was blown to pieces by the impact.

He looked back to his sensors to see that Than had either lost or executed his target. He turned and rejoined his wingman.

 
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|FL/PO1_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)
100% on my Exam, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

The tree's spun in Jaden's view as the seat did a number of flips. With the press of a button, the parachute was activated, and he quickly descended towards one of the transports that had just arrived.

"Mayday, Mayday, This is Senior Chief Petty Officer Jaden Khaar, requesting assitance from transport team at these co-ordinants," said Jaden, reading off the co-ordinants in a coded pattern.

"This is transport Breaking, we have just landed and are setting up a perimiter.  We have site of you Nazgul two, and are awaiting your landing.  We will send a speeder to assist you back tot he site," said a man on the other end of the radio

"Thanks," said Jaden

Jaden felt a bit of dizziness as he started to come down faster, but it was all regular.  The blood had rushed from his head, and now it was coming back.  Jaden brought the seat down in a small clearing in the tree's, detached from the parachute, and got out of the pilots seat.

With first instinct, Jaden pulled out the blaster that was holstered in his side.  It was a small repeating pistol, but it would get the job done if he ran into any trouble.  Jaden turned on the homing beacon on the side of his flight suit, and waited for the assistance of the transport group.

After a few minutes had passed, Jaden heard something not too far off, and then recognized the voices.  They were calling out Nazgul two, so Jaden started heading towards their voices.  But, it wasn't who he had expected...

The men who were wearing the black coats immediately pulled their blaster's out on site of Jaden.  Great, just when things were going good...

Jaden pulled out his blaster and pointed it at the three men.  He recognized the RS emblem that was stitched into their clothing.  They were definently a search team alright, because they had a black speeder with them, and they were all armed with intent.

"Stop where you are!" yelled one of the men.  Knowing from past experiences, Jaden didn't want to confront them.  He was outnumbered, out of energy, and he didn't stand a chance.  But one thing went through his mind as he placed his blaster on the ground and raised his hands above his head.  How the hell did they know where I was, and who I am?

One of the men restrained him violently, and placed the bracers on his hands behind his back.  He was then lifted up, and the beating began.  First, his helmet was ripped off, the oxygen masks ripped from his flight suit.  The matted hair fell out of the helmet over his face, just as a fist smashed into his temple.  It was followed by another blow to his jaw.  Blood splattered out of his mouth as he fell to the ground.  The men picked him up, placed him in the speeder, and put the blaster to his head.

The parachute and the seat vanished before him as the speeder picked up speed.  There was bound to be no chance for survival now, so Jaden started thinking of something, some way to get out of this.
 
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Jaden Khaar


Vast Empire
FM/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Nazgul 1-2 (Nazgul 2)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)