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Shazam
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  The Might
June 27, 2006 10:53:20 PM    View the profile of Shazam 
Drew Crin was not one to be intimidated- and so far this story was creepin him out. 

"Thas right- the same basterds that betrayed us at Cepany and Rydell - heard they were nasty on Remeis Seven as well." Drew couldn't remember the last time he'd thought of clones or the prospect of them becoming a mass force to take over the galaxy.  Of course, in the case of the emperor- things had been going on for years before the dream of the Empire was realized.  This was differnent though: the Reugrand Supremecy was out of control.

"Hop hop- off to the breifing room." Another pilot said as Drew rose from his seat, stuffed it under the table and made his way down the hall for what was to be the re-telling of things he did not want to hear.

Upon entering the briefing room and meeting eye to eye with the pilots he'd flown with for half a year, Crin felt a chill go down his back as he realized some of them hadn't heard the story yet.  Commander Oram of Fighter Group 22A, better known as the Curious Onlookers or 'Scope Group,' stepped onto the podium.  While it had nothing to do with thier function, they'd lovingly adopted it after a spectacular incident involving a blind catch.  No time to dwell on it, Crin listened as Oram spoke-

"Our mission today is to take on the Victory Class Star Destroy Might.  This is the personal vessel of the leader Rothow- commander of Reugrand Sovereignty forces.  After he assasinated the other members of the high council on Remeis Seven, he flew off to an unknown area for regrouping.  However, Lt. Commander Shazam of Phoenix Wing aquired a hard disc of the mainframe computer while in the center base.  The information on that disk has alowed us to see all that the RS has control over as well as its intent now that it under the control of none other than Rothow.  It is defenite that after the regrouping, the Might would have to resupply- it would be the only ship around to refuel and repair craft as well as feed mass amounts of troops and pilots while it waited for assistance.  The place nearest to the Might, or atleast its most recent recorded position, is the planet of Atmil- the space stations around the planet are known as Atmil Two, Three, Four and Five respectivelly.  The planet itself is well established and has a single, massive ship yard where the VSD would be able to repair and resupply.  We believe that the ship will land in atmosphere because of it's lack of time- they will be attempting to rebuild thier entire Navy as quickly as possible.  In order to cut down on time, the VSD will land so that ships do not have to be sent up to it in pairs.  This is why we must attack quickly."  Orams bald head could be seen with a shine yet, but then the light clicked off and only his brown mustache could be seen waving around.

"Launching from the Assault Frigate Prime-Time, we will descend through the atmosphere, establish air-superiority and extenquish the RS forces with a swift blow the flagship.  It is my understanding that we will be up against Rothow himself- and for those who have heard of him and his compatriots- he is blood thirsty and sometimes irrational- thus unpredictable.  Since the Hanger will be closed off at the bottom because of the nature of VSD docking, we will not have to worry about the fighters already onboard the Might.  Instead, we will handle planetary defense networks- we will see turrets on the outside of the city where the shipyard is located as well as right next to the shipyard.  A-9s will probably be seen as well as TIE Interceptors.  Our group is allowed to fly any craft we so please as long as it is capable of long-term flight.  The ships we will have on hand are Aggressors, Interceptors, Schimitar-Assault bombers and Gunboats."  Oram clicked through the slides until he fell on an actual picture of the Might.

"Men, women- we are here to take down a sadistic warlord with our training and our equipment to use against us.  Do not be fooled- they are the enemy.  For those who are unfamilier with the history of this particular man- he refused direct orders in combat and commited murder on the senior staff of his ship to gain control of it.  At that point he rendevouzed with the High Council members of the Reugrand Sovereignty and pledged his allegience.  He has recruited great pilots from our side and tainted them- implanting them back into our system to spy and destroy us from within.  Examples of this would be the pilot Warren Dimmias who has avoided capture to this day- he may or may not make an appearence here.  It is important that we be mindful of our enemy and expect the unexpected- they are full of surprises..."  Oram tapped a pen against his desk and gave the crowd a look as if they could not possibly comprehend what they were up to.

"If Rothow is allowed to re-arm and re-group, it could mean a seige of the Vast Empire System.  It is paramount the ship be destroyed as well as Rothow, this way the RS will stand no chance of survival since no successor currently exist and probably never will.  You will be told no more- this is top secret material and must be handled in such a fasion.  Unfortunetly, since the exact location and numbers of the enemy are unknown, despite the stolen hard disc, we will be unable to provide you with further directions.  You must act at your own discretion and be able to adapt.  That is all I can give you for now- Suit up and meet in the hanger bay in approximately ten hours.  Dismissed."

(Alright guys- that's not my character post.  That's just our introduction.  Alright- take your time kind of- I'll move the story along, although anyone really can.  Let's have fun with this.)

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  RE: The Might
July 1, 2006 2:56:13 PM    View the profile of Demonic 
Sean Sat alone, cleaning out and repairing his blaster pistol. There wasn't much chance that he would use it on this mission, but he learned over time it was always wise to be ready for anything. He was usually alone, ever since the loss of his family on installation three. He only cared about revenge now,  silent, cold, the machine part of him becoming more and more visible every day.

This mission was not against the new republic. It was against some minor faction leader on the run. This disappointed him, but he knew there was wisdom in the Command's  decision.  Defeating these factions and taking them into the Vast Empire would bolster their offensive power, which would make the eventual defeat of the new republic much easier.

He took in the smells of the area. A normal person might not notice the scents of the ship's mechanics inside the wall, or the person on the other side of the lounge. But the computer systems that had been emplaced into his brain allowed him to pick up and analyze much more then others could. These improved senses left much to be desired however. As he detected more, he felt less. Scents seemed weaker to him, feeling more artifical. It was a sacrifice he willingly made though.

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Sean felt along his arm. He was still unused to the cold metal which had replaced his organic limbs. Everything seemed new to him. His fingers could still feel like they usually did, but differently. His vision, strength, reflexes, and metal power were all enhanced.

He did not require the cybornetic replacement his arms, or the enhancement of his senses that was normally done only for medical purposes. He did it by volunteer, so that he could become one of the installation mercenaries, serving around the galaxy to bring income to the space station communities.

He looked to the cards in his hand. It was incredible. Before he could never beat his older brother Alexander or his father in a game of Sabaac. They had already had their cybornetic implants, giving them a mental edge over him. But now that he had them to, he was actually winning. He could calculate odds in his head in less then a second with great accuracy, and could easier make decisions that lead him to victory.

"Hey Sean, are you going off on a mission soon?" Alexander asked, folding his hand.

"Yeah, I'm being sent down to Corellia. Ever since the anti-republic resistance down there has started to make some noise, the NR has been having a hard time containing all of the crime. I'm going to be protecting some rich guy who is too afraid someone's going to do him in before he can get off the planet."

"The republic is starting to be a pain in the ass." His father said, "They've been bothering us for a while now, apparently they dont like our neutrality."

"The republic are all bark and no bite." Alexander said, laughing. "I'm sure they wont do anything more then try and force some taxes at us while they bitch about how evil everyone else but themselves are."


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Alexander was wrong... Sean thought to himself. Installations one, three, and four  were all destroyed by the republic. His parents and brother were all aboard when their station's shields failed and it was shattered under the heavy fire of the republic capitol ships.

He got up, walking down the hall towards the hanger bays. They were all killed. That blood has still yet to have been repayed. He remembered the counterattack. Most of the installation's forces were on mission, and when they returned they brought with them a hatred and a desire for revenge which destroyed the now republic installation two and the most of the fleet that currently defended it. To his misfortune was captured.

"I'll never let them imprison me again." He muttered a vow to himself. He managed to escape, and even gave some more death to the republic. But when in the most important mission, the mission that would give them revenge, he had failed miserably. Now he only existed to fight the republic.

He stepped into the hanger, examining the fighters which rested before him. All were fine imperial technology, made to put an end to the murders of the republic. If only we had this stuff, He thought to hismelf, Who knows what would have happened?
 
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Cyleaf Aehait
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  RE: The Might
July 1, 2006 7:45:49 PM    View the profile of Cyleaf Aehait 
Kurse sat through the briefing listening to everything that was laid out in front of him. This squad was tasked to take out some ruthless leader that apparently had no honor killing his fellow comrades before escaping.

Upon hearing more his grey eyes narrowed, traitors amongst them? in the Vast Empire? If anything brought his anger boiling to the surface it was disloyalty, he absolutely loved the Empire with every sinew in his body, instilled into him by his family and training he has received.

Clicking through his datapad and checking the schematics on the ships supplied for the mission Kurse selected an Aggressor and keyed in the request. After the briefing was over they were required to meet up in ten hours which gave the Echani enough time to prepare his equipment and check on his fighter.

Standing out of his chair he made quite a contrast to the other humans in the group, his flat top of silver hair, athletic and muscular with pale skin. Under his uniform he carried his family heirloom, not a ring or necklace but a dual bladed vibrosword that came apart in the middle for dual wielding. This powerful weapon was in a specially made scabbard forming an x across his back.

Though probably breaking some military regulation he didn't care they were his most prized possession and went everywhere with him. Walking towards his quarters he took off his shirt and withdrew the weapons. Snapping them together in the middle he studied the beautiful blades smiling with pride.

Stepping across the room and fidgeting under his bed he pulled out his pack, rummaging inside he examined all of the equipment, blaster, and rations. medkit all were in order. Placing i all back inside and setting it on the bed Kurse picked up the staff broke it down into its two parts and re-sheathed it. Taking his flight suit off the hanger he grabbed all the gear and headed down to the hanger throwing a vest over his chest.

Stepping inside he saw another member of the team checking out the fighters, "Greetings Kurse" said Sean Kellar who was more robot than human, Kurse just nodded and checked his datapad again a message scrolled onto it saying he had been assigned to the aggressor number 4. Walking down along the ships he found his assigned one and punched the code into the hatch.  Upon getting the green light it hissed open allowing him into the cockpit.

Checking the computer he punched up the command for a systems check. Watching as words and numbers scrolled across the screen not knowing what it all meant or caring he waited for the green light. Sitting in the chair he reminisced about the times he and his brother had spared on Talos, almost instantly his hand went up onto the scar on his cheek. We will meet again Jaciel and when we fight I will make you see that your side is wrong. To an Echani fighting in close combat was the best way to get to know someone almost intimately, and with each other it was used to convey points and opinions.

During his time in the Royal Guard training to become an elite killing machine he had received a message from his brother about joining the Rebel's how his heart nearly broke that day. But Kurse had gotten over that, concentrating on his studies and training until the fateful day the Death Star was destroyed.

He had returned home spending time with his mother and learning the fate of his father who had been aboard the battle station. After some time he enlisted in the Vast Empire knowing full well that the records of him previously were destroyed when the academy was disbanded. To this day he has not told anyone of his training, or that he is an Echani, everyone assumes he is Human with silver hair.

The computer light blinked amber, showing minor problems on the Aggressor, sticking his head out of the cockpit he yelled for the nearest technician to come over and check it out. When one arrived he let them have it.

"How is this fighter supposed to be mission ready when it doesn't even pass the systems check?" the tech stumbled trying to find a reply. "Well I leave in ten hours so it better be ready for then." Kurse stalked out of the cockpit and headed to the mess hall for a bite to eat.


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  RE: The Might
July 5, 2006 5:56:06 PM    View the profile of Arturus 

 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
Trevor Evenson
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  RE: The Might
July 5, 2006 11:46:23 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Jessica had sat quietly at the back of the room the entire breifing. It may have looked like she hadn`t been paying attention, but she had learned from her past career to take in every bit of information you are given. As the breifing wrapped up she sat quietly as the others filed out of the room, and then herself slowly stood and left. It was time for her to get aquanted with her craft.

Moving down the halls slowly, to avoid getting lost, she found her way to whatshe thought was the hanger, but ended up in a service bay for speeder bikes. Darn, wrong room. Maybe one of these techs can give me a hand... She thought to herself as she approached the nearest one, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and she inhaled slightly.

He was definatly one of the best looking techs she had seen, tall with wavy blonde hair and cool blue eyes, and a bit of stubble on his chin and jawline. He gave her a grin as he wiped his hands on a towel and then tucked it back into the pocket on his coveralls.

"What can I do for ya, little lady?" He asked her in an accent that reminded her greatly of a farmer or similer country person. He leaned back against his tool chest and waited for a reply. He had a slight build, but that may have been more because he was thin than because he was musclar. Maybe its a little of both She thought to herself before replying.

"Yeah, I need to find the hanger...Uh, 22B" She told him, not able to break eye contact with him. He nodded before speaking.

"Yeah, I know where that is. I`m on break in 5 minutes, if you can wait I`ll walk you over there." He offered, picking up a wrench and turning back to the speeder he was fixing.

"Sounds fine with me..." She replied and took a seat in a slightly greasy chair nearby.

*** Five Minutes Later ***

"So how long have you been a pilot?" He asked her as they walked down one of the hallways. She had been informed his name was Kevin and that he was only a few months older then herself.

"Not to long, this will be my second mission ever. I signedup with my old boyfriend but..." She said, trailing off. Her old boyfriend had been KIA and although it had scared her at first, she knew she couldn`t just quit, because he would have wanted her to stay strong for him and keep at it.

"Broke up with you?" Kevin asked, sounding increbily sympathetic.

"No...He was Killed in Action.." She said slowly, her head hanging low as if ithad been her fault. It hadn`t though, as she had been a good 2 kilometers away when the missile hit him. She only knew how he got shot down because they had recovered the fighter`s destroyed skeleton, and it still had intact computer reading. After analyzing them they found out why he had gone down.

"Oh..I`m sorry to hear that. If he had broken up with you I would have called him crazy, but I guess he wasn`t." He said, sounding slightly ashamed of himself, as if he had said something to hurt her and had known it.

"Its alright, he was a little odd at times." She said with a slight laugh. It was true, her old boyfriend had been a little bit crazy, but that was part of why she had love dhim. Oh well, that is in the past. Maybe this Kevin will be a good choice? she asked herself as they walked down the halls in silence.

"Well, here you are." Kevin said as the doors to the hanger opened. "I should probably get back." He said, checking his time peice. "My break ends in about half an hour..."

"No, come give me a hand checking out the fighter." She said, grabbing his arm and pulling him through the doors. She had started to drag him to her fighter when he grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it off his arm.

"No, I really have to go. I have to go get some lunch and by the time I walk to the cafeteria and eat and get back to the repair bay, my break will be up." He explained pointing his thumb over his shoulder out the door. He was about to turn and leave when he turned back and continued. "Can I see you later? Maybe when you get back, or maybe before you leave?" He asked looking her in the eyes.

"I dont see why not." She replied, shaking his hand and then walking off. She wasn`t sure if he was watching her walk away, but she guessed he was. After about 15 seconds she heard the door hiss closed behind her, but she didn`t look back.

When she approached the fighters, she remmebered that she had a choice of a few different ones. An Intercept, an Agressor, a Gunboat, and a Scimitar. The scimitar looked slow and bulky, so she passed right by it. Gunboats wern`t exactly her thing, so she passed by them to. She was now left with a choice between interceptors and agressors. To her knowledge they were both about equal, except that an Agressor had a rear facing cannon. She walked over to one of the Agressors, and after checking with a nearby tech to make sure it hadn`t been claimed, climbed aboard and began to do a pre-pre-flight check.
 
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  RE: The Might
July 6, 2006 9:54:50 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
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  RE: The Might
July 8, 2006 3:43:49 PM    View the profile of Shiric 
"Lenrax please report to Room: 13 B. Lenrax please report to Room 13 B. Lenrax please report to Room 13 B...Lenrax-"
"Shut your yap!"
Lenrax smashed his fist in  the speaker console located in his wall at his bedside. The sound of something cracking were followed immediately by an searing pain. The console seemed undamaged however, build especially to withstand the frustration of the everyday pilot found in the Vast Empire. Lenrax rolled over his bed, and kicked his blankets away as he cradled his injured hand.

"Lenrax please report to Room 13 B...."
Lenrax sighed, and slammed his uninjured fist on the side against the console again, though lightly, deactivating it immediately. Sighing he sat upright, his feet touching the cold tiled floor. His injured hand now forgotten, he buried his face in his hands, and rubbed them together as he tried to get rid of the last sleep that still resided in his eyes.

"What the hell do they want?" he muttered to him self as he stood up, to do the traditional star jumps in front of his mirror. He has a slightly muscular frame, his finger trailed over the ashen scar he obtained recently. It was here within the navy. Crashed his craft. He was losing his pay for a year.
Shrugging the event away from his memories, he decided to skip the exercise and stepped into the refresher booth. A few minutes later, and he jacked up in his normal attire. A flight suit. He clenched, and unclenched his fists as he neared the Com Console again.
"Hi, when exactly do I have to be there?" he asked to the invisible source behind the piece electronic screen and codes.
"You have forty-five minutes to report to the briefing room for your first assignment. Please--"
"Yeah, yeah, be on time. " He ignored the rest of the instructions.
"So, you are finally putting me in a squadron huh?" he asked to himself wryly to the small mirror opposite him. He refrained from slamming his fist against the mirror. It was still throbbing from the previous experience.

How did the saying go?
Silence is golden. her voice floated back to him. In the back of his mind he heard his reply.
So? He of course was her little boy.
So? So shut up and get rich. she muttered in his mind.
Buy yourself a mind. she teased.

He shook her voice away, again along with the butterflies it accompanied. He was sick of  being caged by her gaze, commanded by her voice, and trapped by her slightest touch. And the worst was. He was sure if she even knew about the effect she had on him, because if she did, she was hiding it pretty damn well. Sighing again, he made his way to the mess halls from his cramped  little room. It was pretty common meeting specific groups of people during specific times. If he was lucky he met up with new people during the changes of shifts, since that is how the majority, if not the whole ship  operated.

"Aegis squadron is now departing. Aegis Squadron is now departing. Aegis Squadron is now departing. Aegis Squadr---"
With yet another sigh his deactivated the by now very irritating voice of his reminder.
"Whatever." he muttered but started making his way towards the hangar where the Aegis's TIE's resided.

On his way, the object of his affection made her way in his sight.
"Hi, Shires! Wait up. Honey!"  he called out to her, plastering on his routine cocky grin.
He noticed her clenching her fists as she spun around. A fire burned in her eyes.
Feisty little girl he though to him self with an inward grin.
"HOW many time have I told you, I. Am. Not. Your. Honey." she hissed, though he thought it was the most appealing tone she spoke with something. He winces sliightly as she garbbed him by his arm.
"Well...you are dear to me." he muttered and made a pout.
"Dont pout at me!" She threw her hands in the air.  imitation though she started hiding her laughter at him after a while.
"I got to go, we have a mission and I still need to meet my fellow flight mates."
"A mission? So soon? Shir?" His heartbeat increased even more.
Before either of them could say anything, Shiric's ComLink beeped.
"I have to go Lenny, and no I won't die. " she said trying to comfort him as she activated the Comlink. Before Len could protest Shiric turned away from him and walked away while she answered her ComLink.
"Ya?" head her voice mutter as she answered. He sighed again.
 
 
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Shazam
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  RE: The Might
July 10, 2006 10:57:26 AM    View the profile of Shazam 
Crim stomped the ground hard as he felt the whiskey go down.  "Really sharpens the senses, doesn't it?"  He gave his counterpart a look of glee before grabbing the second glass and downing it in a second.  Durian Ores was a much younger man and routinely doing sit-ups, but he was a good enough guy.  It seemed everyone else in the battle group had some awe-inspiring history or just really rough edges, so the sight of an athletically fit, and somewhat calm pilot in his midst was comforting.  Drew was currently in the process of teaching the young man about pre-mission jitters and how to get rid of them 'real quick-like' when Jessica Mari`Atros strode past but doubled back to survey the duo. 

"And what is this?"  Crin snapped the bottle down as if he'd been caught in the act of some henious crime and reported-

"Teaching, mam."  He chuckled softly as the young woman stepped in and gave him a soft punch on the shoulder.  "How you feelin?  I don't suppose you got the jitters?"  Drew gave Durian a dirty grin before she answered-

"I think I just need this mission to clear my head..." she signed and took a seat at the bar. 

"Clear your head?  This'll probably spin it off it's bearings, my dear."  The bar wasn't crowded despite being roughly two pilot cabins in lenght and containing only five bar stools and two tables; in fact- it was quiet besides the other lone inhabitant in the back.

"How so?" Ores querried.  He was a stout youth, but had a lot to learn, so it was good to see he was actually willing to hear Crin's answer.

"Ignorance is bliss, my boy- but I like to have my advantages.  Basically- we're going up against an enemy faction that has a lot of our ships, our equipment in general and our tactics.  We could very well begin firing on our own people without knowing it or make decisions with horrifying repurcussions because we didn't know any better.  That's the part that makes your head spin my freind.  Find someone you're going to listen to and stick with 'em."

Jessica nodded then said- "Have you guys checked out your ships in the hanger yet?  Mine seems to be workin really well- all the diagnostics were reading at full percent..."  This is your idea of table conversation huh?

"Don't be fooled by the shinor exterior, that thing could have glitches if its new- needs to be broken in." Crin added before going deathly quiet, his eyes staring out the wide open entrance.  Since the opening was a simple walk in the entrance was several normal doors wide and a little taller to accomadate beings of different height and species.  At the moment, Crin's eyes were on the cyborg Sean Kellar.  The bald, blue-eyed man didn't look at him, but kept on right past the entrance and down toward the lobbey where he would probably be going to check on his fighter as Jessica had.  Drew hadn't been personally affronted by this man, but he knew his history as well as a select few others and personally-

"That guys an ass..."  Crin whispered underneath his breath.  "Surprised all these magnetic beams havent' taken out his arms yet- freak."  Jessica seemed to pout at this-

"Judging him on what?" 

"Attitude- the guy can't take a simple joke and he might as well be asking for a group of mindless clones at his disposal- he rejects the people in this group right in front of us every day- you watch him."  Crin pulled out his credits chip and handed it to the droid bartendor who inserted it in a slot next to a price for the two drinks on a screen about the size of a hand.

"I'm sure there's more to it than that..." She said, Durian just kind of watching. 

"What do you think of Bok?"  The young man to his left said casually.  Crew about retorted with something about 'a lot of slime getting into the ranks' but decided -

"Don't get me started..."  Drew began his exit as Durian added-

"A good pilot though?"

"We'll see!" Crin didn't look back but gave them a backward wave before finding his way down the same hallway to get to his fighter.  He'd give it a look over then see what else he could do to spend his time on...  I know one or two people who might like to see me in a nine and a half hour period... He thought practically patting himself on the back.  We'll just see how this group functions with people going in and out all the time- if we're all speakin some freak language in a year its because we didn't catch that ISD when we had the chance.  Can't screw this one up.
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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  RE: The Might
July 11, 2006 8:13:40 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
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July 13, 2006 12:48:21 AM    View the profile of Shazam 
Crin was a man of action, rather doing that not doing.  If he had nine and a half hours to waste- he was going to do something.  Nothing irritated him more than when someone told him "Lets go do something..."  but didn't have a clue what they wanted to do.  Instead, he preferred to have a specific place where he couldn't run out of ideas or things to do- this was the Merimar Festival in Cele City.  Stationed out of the planet Merimar, Scope Group was an individual fighter group where pilots were randomlly compiled to perform operative duties, mostly top secret missions.  This didn't mean they were elite- just desolate.  There was no specific number of people they could have, but they would remain on Merimar as part of thier duty.  The planet itself was cold and harsh, little plant life and even fewer signs of civilization.  However, the city of Cele was one resort that most of the men and women within the base could find refuge in.  The city wasn't massive by any means, but it was like a big park with bubbles all around it.  The bubbles were actually frames of steal with octogonal convex lenses to expand light and trap heat while at the same time creating a majestic look over the cape of snow and ice.  The cold wasn't everywhere of course, especially inside Cele, but it penetrated most areas of the atmosphere and even dwelled in underground caverns that had been come to be known as the 'Ancient's Sewer System.'  Crin hadn't been down there himself, but he'd been told it reeked of old, sodden earth and the fossil fuels of years past.  He wasn't quite bought on any vacations to the undeworld of Merimar, he'd decided.

"What're you doin here?" Nemmy querried from behind him.  He turned abruptly surprised to see her in the middle of the afternoon light.  He was in the center of the square now, heading for the main festival center when she must have come out of a nearby shop.  The street he was on was the main one travelling through the center bubble; it continued out of the bubble and past the base to who knew where...

"I got some time to spend, figured I'd have go out and enjoy myself before taking off..."

"You're leaving?"  Her blonde hair trailed down the sides of her neck and fell neatly across her shoulders.  She was a peice of work really- not to the extent where she was too beautiful to talk to, but she had kind eyes and a gentle look to her that inspired some drive to be with her.  Crin often wondered if this was a ploy of some sort, a tool to gather resources, men she could use.  But then he wondered- what have I to offer her?  So he played along.  She was a woman that hadn't been on any of his midnight escapades either, including one night stands.  Instead, she was a woman he'd met along course of his years on the base.  She was a civilian designer and was working on one of the officers corridors when he'd stumbled into her.  He'd invited her out but only got a small lunch and a 'new friend.' 

"Yes mam, they're sending us into the wild unknown." Drew recited poetically and laughed like a jolly old gentleman as his father was.  She cocked an eyebrow and took his arm in hers-

"Care if I join you?"  She gave him a magical smile that made him stop laughing abruptly and just stare. 

"Not at all..."

***Atmil***

"Anything else I can do for you, Sir?"  He couldn't have been any older than nineteen, but he was confident.  Rothow personally shouldered the responsibility for such young men and women in his Navy, calling up massive drafts since the attack at Cepany went bad.  After he'd taken out Roelk and Vieag he'd asked for the forces of the RS to strap down and organize.  The result wasn't as coordinated or smooth as he'd hoped; perhaps a sign of his mistake.  It was going to happen sooner or later...  Better them than me.  Instead of a resounding call for more support in the military to fend off VE insurgents, he'd gotten undeniably hostile arguments over the sanity of such a course of action and the remaining faction known as the Reugrand Sovereinty.  The main question was whether or not it really existed anymore- the provisional council still existed but the High Council had been decimated, leaving one ruthless man in charge.  "A dictator!" they'd said as Rothow tried to get control of the situation.  What was going to happen now was something he hadn't intended for years...  Military rule will be bloody- but it must be done.

"That will be all..." he said.  The young man bowed and turned on his heel, practically running to flee the room.  Rothow's office was probably the only extravagent thing aboard the Might.  The ship itself was in good condition but they'd been forced to make some changes, primarilly in the capacities of the ship.  The communications array had been taken out entirelly so that a newer, stronger one that boasted superior range and capability could be used in times of heavy stress.  That innovation was more about transforming the Might into a base of operations, a mobile headquarters.  That wasn't all though- it'd become far better equipped as well, now equipped with some fourty ion cannons and sixty concussion missile tubes as well as roughly a hundred turbolasers.  Most of these were added by extended parts of the fuselage; certain things had to be subtracted, like the engine compartment, but Rothow felt it was worth it.  He didn't want to have to run from anything anyways.  This also allowed for more space in the hangers, which he really liked.  Most of the time the fighters were never launched though, and the Might hadn't seen action in close to a year so maybe this was all going to waste...  Oh no- its time will come.

Before Rothow was a datapad on necessary repairs as well as the refueling time and re-armament  charges.  He wasn't as interested in those as he was with the report on his desk from a pilot he hadn't seen in close to three months.  Actually, he was more than a pilot really, since he was the one that'd supplied them with Imperial movements as well as supply chains and trade-routes through the last five years.  Only recently had he been discovered and forced to escape at Cepany.  "Warren Dimmias..." Rothow whispered to himself and opened up the cover of the folder.  Inside were some orders clipped together as well as a long list of past objectives that'd been completed in his service to the RS.  He knew all of them though, beings that he was the one who'd given them out.  It'd been his idea in the first place to use Warren Dimmias to infiltrate Nazgul Squadron and disseminate the ways of the RS throughout the VEN.  Since he'd lost touch and been forced out of the RS because of his incapacities, he'd become stranded and was constantly asking for orders.  Dimmias was sick in the hed and Rothow wanted nothing to do with him- his greed and contempt for others was greater than his own by a long shot, and he was quite simply crazy.  Rothow decided not to read the rest of the report, knowing it was just another request to come back to active duty- he wouldn't have it.  He was a good pilot, but lost in his own imagination.

He shut the folder and sat in his chair, staring up at his ornate living quarters.  Silver tiles covered the dome on top of him and grand woods of unkown origin covered his decour, from railings to the desk he sat at.  While perhaps not the most efficient or respectable use of money, Rothow liked the idea of actually using the wealth and power he'd collected to some extent.  Sure, he was also digging into whatever stockpiles and resovoires the controlled systems had, but more than anything- he needed something for himself.  This made him think of Warren Dimmias for some reason...  The man, although nuts, was exceptionally clever and wanted power richer than any had ever had it.  He wanted to be the emperor...  This was deeper than Rothow's lust and thus more clinical- Dimmias had been inspiring in all his different attempts, beseiging those who did not know he was there to do so.  He was incredibly sneaky...  And that's the real reason we can't have him here... He thought and drummed his fingers on the file quietly.  Why he opened it back up, he wasn't sure- probably boredom.

For a moment, Rothow read quietly, then he almost had a coronary.  Taken half the fleet!  Impossible!

(Alright guys, that just kind of shows you that Rothow doesn't really expect anything from us as of yet.  He realizes there's the possibility, but he doesn't expect anything like this.  So then- read the breifing if you've forgotten the plan, and just post it.  Don't worry about me holding you back- get to it.  If we'd like to finish this story any time soon, we've gotta move.  Rock on.)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

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  RE: The Might
July 13, 2006 8:35:48 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
Points tallied
 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
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  RE: The Might
July 15, 2006 9:40:25 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
*** time for the start of the attack ***

Jessica was in her Aggressor, doing a quick pre-flight check. They were now about ready to drop down into the atmosphere, and they were not expected to encounter any resitance until they reached the city.

She tossed her clipboad under the seat and slid her helmet on, follow by gloves and belts. She tended to do things in an awkward order, whereas most pilots would go belts, helmet then gloves.

"Scope 2, pre-flight check is done, I`m ready to launch." She said over the comm to Crin, who was Scope Leader. She wasn`t sure what all too think of this squadron. It was constantly being recompiled with new pilots, and she was one of two pilots who had been in the squadron for more then 5 missions. The other of course being Crin.

"Roger that two, we`re about ready to fall out." He said, using his own words for 'leave the hanger'. Crin was flying an interceptor, as a fair amount of the squadron had picked, although there were two other Aggressors and a trio of scimitars.

Jessica`s fighter had been loaded with 10 bombs insted of regular torpedos, and she figured that this way she could get the speed of an Aggressor with the ability to bomb things like the scimitars.

"Alright, call in." Crin said, and started off the roll call with; "Scope 1, ready to fly."

"Scope 2, all green and rearing to go!" Jessica called in enthusiasticly. In reality the thought of a smallgroup of fighters going up against an VSD was pretty stupid, but hey, why not.

"Scope 3, lets ride." Lenrax called in.

"Scope 4, here we go." Lokudaya called in. Jessica prefured to call him Worst, since she couldn`t pronounce his first name.

"Scope 5 calling in." Dracos chimed in, sounding excited.

"Scope 6, ready." Ores replied. This was one of the new ones, whom she had met in the bar earlier.

"Scope 7, everything is green." Sean informed the group. She had heard he was a cyborg, and was told that he was an ass. She wasn`t sure whether to believe it, but could care less if he was a good pilot. As long as she didn`t die because of him, she would be happy. If she died, she wouldn`t have time to be mad, with all the death and everything.

Scope 8, lets kill us some RS!" Bok called in, sounding as enthusiastic as Jessica had.

"Lets go, this is Scope 9, ready to fly." Kurse Claude chirped in. This man was pretty athletic looking, and she thought he had weird looking hair, but that was just her.

"Alright boys and girl, we`re ready to go. We`ve been given permission to launch. Drop out and lets give `em hell!" Crin called over the comm in his usual manner. Jessica had heard it a few times before, and she could never help but laughing when he did it. She folloed him out of the hanger and she was followed by all the others.

"Get a good look at that rear end boys, its all you`re going to see." She said with a laugh over the comm. She formed up along side Crin and 3 formed up with them. They were going down in 3 flights of 3 fighters, naturally called Scope Flights One, Two and Three.

"Jessica, you tease them waaay to much." Crin told her with a laugh over the comm. Then he decided to go along with her joking. "You`re not that good looking though, its my rear end they really want to look at." He said, which recieved an eruption of laughs over the comm.

"Whatever you say big boy." Jessica said quietly, done with her fit of laughter and decideing it was time to be serious. "Alright people, we`ll be arriving at the city within 15 minutes, and we are entering the atmosphere in 30 seconds. Prepair your airbrakes, as we`re going to need them to keep us at a usable speed." She ordered, starting to sound more imperial then she was. She held the position of XO of the squadron well, and althoguh shoudl have been leading her own flight, opted to let a younger pilot try it, taking Scope 2 as her own position.

"Since when did you become such a hard ass?" Crin asked, prepping his air brakes, just as the othe rpilots where. He knew that Jessica normally wouldn`t act like a squadron XO, and would normally just be 'one of the guys', but if she thought something was serious enough she`d buckle down and could turn into a real bitch.

"Since I realized we are going to be up against a VSD, and there are only nine of us. good enough reason?" She said, no tin the mood for joking all of a sudden.

"Good enough for me. You heard the PMS queen, buckle in and prepare for entry." Crin said, a smug grin across his face under his helmet. Normally he wouldn`t rag on her as much, and the two of them were pretty good friends, but he wasn`t all that comfortorable taking on a VSD either. He was trying to keep his and everyone elses mood up with jokes, but found out he had pushed it a little too far with his last one.

"PMS queen?! You know what? If you wern`t on my side, I`d shoot you down right now, alchy." She said, trying to get him back with the fact that he drank quiet heavily. Whether or not he was actually an achoholic she didn`t know, but right now she just wanted to humiliate him like he did her.

"Sorry Jessica...Just trying to keep the spirits up. How `bout I buy you a drink later, will that help smooth stuff over?" He asked, sounding genuinly sorry. She took it and ran.

"Awesome, here that boys? Just got myself a free drink, its just that easy." She said, now smiling herself. She had been angered before but what he had said, but figured maybe she could take control now.

"You suck Jessica." He replied coldly.

"No, thats those other girls you know, not me. I`m more respectable then that." She said, using some of the things she knew against him. It was fairly common knowledge that for the most part Crin was a bit of a ladies` man, and that he had had a fair share of one-night stands in his lifetime.

"Thats just cruel Jessica." He said, cooler then before. The squadron behind them was laughing quite hard now, and most of them hadn`t even noticed that the had entered the atmosphere now.

"I know." She replied in a girly voice, now somewhat pleased with herself. She was pretty sure that Crin knew she was just messing around, and that she was the type who would get back at him sooner or later, and for his benifit, her getting back at him sooner was better for him.

OOC: Hopefully thats not to bad...I figure we`ll have it that the two of them get along fairly well, even though they have moments like that.

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  RE: The Might
July 16, 2006 2:04:33 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
Tally tally tally!
 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
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July 20, 2006 8:07:07 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
The Gunboat bucked a bit when it entered the atmosphere.  Most people had turned their noses up when they saw the craft because of its slow speed.  But what Bok saw was a whole lot of fire power.  He couldn't pass up the two ion cannons and the two Taim and Bak KX5 Laser cannons.  Oh yeah, there was also the payload of 16 missiles to play around with! 

The humans don't know what they are missing out on, thought Bok.

"This is Scope 1, we have contacts!"

Crin might drink a lot, but he seemed to know what he was doing and was pretty good at it.

"Bring them on," said Bok cockily.

"I calculate that the chance of you being able to take them on unaided is low," said Sean the cyborg.

"What do you know, borg!" replied Bok harshly.

"Knock it off Bok," said Jenny the XO.  "We don't need to hear your crap right now!"

Humans, they always seem to be on top of everything, bossing the other species around because they think they know everything, thought Bok.

"Squadron of Interceptors coming in range," said Crin.

On this Bok put his heavy fire power into use.  He fired a couple of missiles into the on coming fighters, firing lasers as he went.  The other Imperial fighters did the same, thinning out the poorly trained RS pilots down to less than half with no allied casualties.

He fired an ion burst at one enemy TIEs, hitting it and shutting down its systems.  The RS pilot who was inside must have known he was a sitting duck, so he ejected from the craft right before Bok blew the disabled TIE to bits.  He wasn't about to let the pilot just go on to fight another day.  He fired the nose guns into the orange figure floating in space, ripping him to pieces.  He took pleasure in every moment of it.  Unfortunately for him, that was too big of a distraction.

The Gunboat jolted, sensors showed that he was being tailed by an Interceptor.  Emperor's black bones, he thought as he took another jolt.  He wasn't too startled, he had the best shielding out of all of the Imperial fighters.  He went evasive, look for a way to turn the tables on the RS fighter.  He dived down, his body felt weightless against his straps.  The details on the ground became clearer at a very fast rate.  He was starting to see spots when he pulled up.  The enemy fighter kept on him though, getting even more shots into his shields.  It was eating away at them slowly, he was down to less than 75%.  He was thinking of his next move when he heard an explosion behind him and then saw the dot representing the enemy fighter that had been tailing him disappear.

"Who made that shot?" said Bok over the comset in an angry voice.

"It was me," said Sean.

This made Bok's already hot blood boil.

"I had it all under control," said Bok really loudly, "I didn't need your help, borg!!!"

"Keep up with the derogatory terms and I may accidentally fire a lot of shots at your slow butt." 

"Scope 8," said Jenny in a not so nice voice, "I order you to stop mentioning Seven with racist slang."
"What else am I suppose to call someone that is more protocol droid than biological," replied Bok.

"Why you over sized intestine of a..." began Sean before Jenny cut him off.

"keep it up and I will have you court marshaled for insubordination, Bok!" said the XO.

"Yes maim," said Bok in an annoyed voice.

It seemed to him at this time that the only one out side of the criminal world that got him was his old mentor, Thaan Sion.  He remembered the day that Thaan had saved his life...

Bok was seven and a man with a cruel smile on his face and a blaster pistol in his hand stood over him.

"This may not slow down your father's operation, but it will certainly make him beware of the Red Skulls," said the gangster in an even more cruel voice than his smile.

He raised the blaster to Bok's head.  He remembered how scared he had been at that moment, he had actually believed that that was going to be the end.  But fate chose differently.

The sound of a blaster going off filled the air, but his head was still in tact.  The man's eyes widened in shock as another one him in the back.  A third shot dropped him to the ground and another made sure that he was dead.  A man in a suit of armor with a green tactical vest over it and a simple looking helmet stood over the dead body, blaster rifle in hand.

"You have to be more careful," said the killer.

"Yes Than Sion," replied Bok.

"Don't say my name in such an open place," said Thaan coldly.


It was ironic that the man that had saved his life probably now wished to take it.       

(OCC: I thought it would be interesting to have Demonic's and I's alternative characters having issues with each other considering that our main characters work togeather in a pretty good team.  Anyone in Kaph would know that my main character doesn't beleive in killing EV pilot's showing one of Bok's many contrasts to Than Sion.)
 
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  RE: The Might
July 24, 2006 9:42:17 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
AAAAANNNNNNDDDDDDDDDD Tally!
 
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"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

"Ultimate excellence lies not in winning every battle but in defeating the enemy without ever fighting." -- Sun Tzu
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July 24, 2006 10:34:18 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
"Ack, Interceptors." Jessica said as she was pelted from behind by a pair, pulling up hard on the control yoke in an attempt to avoid the oncoming opponents. Being outnumbered two-to-one wasn`t something she was used to, but she was willing to give it a shot.

Swithcing to the open channel, she began her attempt at taunting the opposing forces.

"Alright boys, its two on one, every guy`s dream right?" She asked in a saultry voice, followed by a seductive giggle. She pulled a hard left turn before performing an innalman without the inversion, making it more of a half-loop than anything.

"Thats only when the girl is good." One of the pilots replied cockily, and Jessica was momentarily confused if he was refurring to her piloting skill or the topic she had been nearing before.

"How would you know how good I am buddy. I`m not that publicaly known." Jessica retored sharply as she pushed her fighter hard through some traffic, which was actually Scope 5 and 6 chasing down a pair of RS Interceptors.

This caused a collision between one of Jessica`s tails and one of the pursuied fighters that 5 and 6 were after, resulting in a brilliantly bright explosion and depleted shields on both of the remaingin RS fighters, as well as damaged shields on 5, who was following a bit to close to the fighter he was tailing.

"Hey, watch it two!" Five scolded quickly before returning to the chase.

"Sorry five.." Jessica appologised before the pilot pursuing her spoke again.

"Alright, maybe you`re not so terrible." He said, before quickly adding, "But it wasn`t me who said that before. No hard feelings alright?" He said, now sucking up. Perhaps Jessica had scared him with that last move, and now he was hoping to make some sort of treaty or alliance. No dice.

"Sorry budd, its not gunna work." She said as she performed a quick yo-yo, allowing her to drop in behind the pilot who was obviously still trying to think of a way to talk himself out of the current situation. Jessica opened fire on his aft shields, blinking them a bright blue, then a deep orange, then a deep red, then bright red, before they blinked out completly, a pair of her bolts scorching the aft end of the 'ball' of the TIE.

He now began some erratic evasive manuevers, but they seemed to be patterened. Jessica watched for a moment, trying to de-code his pattern. Left, left, right, right, right, up, left, left, right...I think I`ve got you.. She thought as she armed a missile, aiming it for where one of his next movements would put him. As she anticipated his movement, she dummyfired the missile, making direct contact with the hull of the snaking fighter.

"Alright, how are we doing for enemy fighter counts?" Jessica asked, feeling somewhat relieved about not having to put up with a pair of hot-shot pilots anymore.

"We`ve gotten them all, so I think we`re good to drop into the atmosphere." Crin said, double checking his scanners before having his flight form up around him, followed by Scope Flights 2 and 3.

*** After dropping into the atmosphere, without trouble***

"Alright ladies," Crin started as they approached the city, most of the pilots somewhat surprised thatthey hadn`t run into any RS resistance. "We`re right on top of them now. Be wary of the turrets around the city." He warned as they dropped down low to the rocky surface of the planet.

"Right, but don`t forget, they might think we are their own, so don`t fire upon them until they shoot at you." Jessica added. They were flying various TIEs, and seeing as the RS used mostly Imperial weaponry and fighter technology, it was possible for them to mistake the rag-tag group as a patrol group of their own.

"Yeah, but what are the odds of that?" Dracos asked, checking his displays nervously. After their run in with the RS forces above, Jenny had to agree with him. All the pilots were expecting a RS presance at any minute, but sofar everything had been fairly easy. Right now they were flying under the radar, but once they got within the city`s airspace they would have to rise above, into the radar`s registered zones. After this, they could and would become open game to any RS fighters who ended up getting scrambled to come after them.

"Alright, we`re entering city airspace, lets hope that they don`t mind us flying through here." Crin said as they all pulled up, rising out of their no-radar zone and into the public airspace that was patrolled by local police, and the ruling government faction, which was the RS.

OOC: Lets go from their alrighty?

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  RE: The Might
July 25, 2006 9:25:16 PM    View the profile of Krius 
Things are looking pretty good so far, I wonder if they'll stay that way? Durian was having some trouble settling in with this squadron. They all barely new each other, and some of them already disliked each other. The only people he really new were Crin and Jenny, but just a little bit. Durian thought that trust was one of the most important things to have when in combat, it helped quite a bit. But he was glad just to be in the squadron; at least they were all good pilots.

The task ahead broke Durian off from his thoughts, his teeth started to click together, one of the many bad habits he had developed. "Alright, we`re entering city airspace, lets hope that they don`t mind us flying through here." Crin said in a serious tone of voice. Yea lets hope. Durian new though, that a fight would start again, and it would be a tuff one. The city could be seen up ahead, the massive turrets surrounding the outskirts. I wouldn't wanna be hit by one of those things. But to Durians luck, they had made it into the city air space with no trouble, but in a matter of seconds, they were about to be discovered.

"This is Air control to unknown fighters, were sending up some fighters to scan you're ships," said an Imperial like women.

"Alright Scope squadron get ready, because this is going to be one hell of a fight. Do me a favor though and try and stick with you're wingman. So, now for the plan. When those fighters pull up on our sides, I want you to break formation, and do what you do best. I'll come up with the rest of the plan once we've taken a couple of fighters out. Scope leader over and out," Crin said in an overly confident tone.

"This is Scope 4 to 5 and 6; I just wanna check up on my squadron." Said Durians flight leader, sounding very calm.

"I'm good to go." Replied Dracos, someone who Durian barely new.

"Same here lets go kick some ass." Durian said enthusiastically over the intercom.

"Heh, good to see that you're eager to get into combat, just don't get your self killed," the tattooed man replied.

"Don't worry, I got it covered," Durian said while pushing some buttons on the Interceptors control panel. For a second there, he felt unsure about the Interceptors capabilities, and that he should have picked the Aggressor. But this was the ship he felt most comfortable with, and being comfortable was an important factor to Durian.

"Alright Scope, get ready, they'll be on our sides any second now." Durian turned his attention to the radar, which was now covered with twelve flashing red dots. Durian could see an Interceptor pulling up on the side of one of the Scimitars, and as soon as it was level with it, Durian broke formation. He shot his Interceptor into a dive and turned to see that on the radar, everyone had scattered. And to Durians surprise, one of the enemy fighters had managed to get on his tail. "Lets see if you can stick with me," Durian said, his competitive side kicking in.

Durian could feel his adrenaline kicking in as he began a steep dive at full speed. Air speeders could be seen swerving out of the way for the two speeding Interceptors. The street grew bigger with every second, and black spots started obscuring Durians vision. But he was used to this, being one of the many moves that he was used to pulling off when he did raids. The pilot stuck with him though, which surprised Durian. The ground was even bigger now, and the civilians could be seen staring up at the battle in awe.

Durian pulled back on the stick as hard as he could, while putting his speed to zero, and kicking in the repulsors. The ship could be felt spinning backwards and at the last second, Durian shot the throttle to max. The ships ION engines were facing the duracrete at an angle, his momentum carrying him forward, and the repulsors added a bounce effect. Durian never got over the fact that he could pull off such a move, and an explosion behind him could be heard, signaling that the enemy fighter had been destroyed.

"WOOOOHOOOO," Durian screamed over the intercom, startling the other Scope squadron pilots.

"Damnit Ore's, you almost got me killed. Calm the hell down!" Screamed the tattooed man. Durian was cracking up from the reaction of his fellow pilot, and then shot his Interceptor back into the fray.


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  RE: The Might
July 26, 2006 10:55:19 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Great, of all things they stick me with the tin can, thought Bok.  But before he could say anything he was warned not to.

"Don't even think about complaining Bok," said Jenny.  "Remember that court marshal."

"Yes maim," replied Bok in a cheesy, obedient voice.

Enemy fighters were everywhere, a swarm over the city.  He brought his fighter behind an Interceptor, he gleefully shot up its unshielded rear end to oblivion before it even knew he was there.  He knew he wouldn't be much help with the fighters, so he concentrated his efforts on taking out some of the Anti-Air defenses.  He got a target lock on one and launched a rocket at it, turning it into a heap of durasteel and permacrete.

A fighter chose to pick on the slower Gunboat, throwing fire into Bok's shields.  The fighter was quickly destroyed, though, by his part machine wing man.  He may not like the Borg, but he was his primary protection against enemy fighters.  A turret began coming around to bare its cross hair on Bok, but the Twi'lek was too quick, hitting the turret with a salvo of ion shots and then finishing it off with laser fire.

"Missile turret up ahead," said Sean in a cold voice.

Bok didn't want to screw around with something that could throw missiles out like a parade float threw candy.  So he made sure he got a good lock on it before he launched his missile.  Unfortunately the turret got a missile on Bok before it met its own demise.  He couldn't out run it so it hit his shields, bringing them down to 50%.

"Who needs to out run birdies when you have shields like these," said Bok out loud.

"I would prefer speed any day over that hunk of junk that you chose to fly," said Jenny.

"Hey, it works for me," replied the Twi'lek.

A couple of fighters got onto Bok's six.  One got blasted almost right away by the Cyborg, the other was able to get a successful missile launch.  It got a second blow that completely knocked out the Gunboat's shields.

"I am flying naked Sean," said Bok in a ticked off voice.

"Now you choose to refrain from the racism now that you need my help," said Sean.

Sean drove the fighter away from the Gunboat.  Bok sighed in relief.

"Hey Bok," said the XO, "if you are flying naked put some pants on because none of us want to see that."

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," said the Twi'lek sarcastically.

He was going to have to play it safe until his shields had time to charge.  Luckily for him, he had computer reflexes on his side, even though he would prefer something more biological.

He pulled away from the main fray, taking out the slower turbo laser batteries until he got his shields back up to half.  When he did, he got right back in on the action.

He took on another missile turret, taking it with one of his missiles with no incident.  He continued to move with the rest of the Imperials as they moved closer and closer to the Might,.  Sean blasted any of the fighters that got the urge to pick on the gunboat.  Before they knew it they were to the last set of defenses before the Victory Class Star Destroyer.  The problem was, they were the thickets.

Bok had to take out one turret after another, and the time that fighters got hits on his shields had gotten greater.  An enemy TIE pilot got onto his tail.  Bok thought that Sean would get rid of him right away, but he was wrong.  Slowly the TIE wore away at his shields while side stepping the Borg's attacks while he was at it.  his shields were getting down to dangerous levels when another TIE streaked by and got rid of the RS one.

"You would think Sean would be able to handle a single TIE," said Ores in an amused voice.

"Hey, he was really good," replied the Cyborg.

"I will even admit that he was good," added Bok reluctantly.

"Sure he was," said Blitz.

He hadn't said it in a insulting way like Bok would rant against the Borg.  It was more in a kidding sense.  They were almost past the last defenses.  They were almost to their target.  Bok continued to blast away at any turret that got in the Imperials' ways.  He even blasted a guy with a Anti-Air gun standing on a bridge.  He regretted that he would not be able to hear the man hit the ground.
 
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