(OOC: Alright, this is the briefing.  The next post will be all of the mission specs you will need to know:/OOC)

Captain Mikael Skysterov stood at the podium once more within the briefing room of the Imperial Star Destroyer Debilitator.  The pilots before him were all eager to get things going.  They had all been waiting nearly a month to get information on their fallen comrades that were captured during a large ambush at the last mission.  Families had been torn, brothers separated, and fathers sonless.

Mikael whipped the sweat dripping from his forehead.  Jaden noticed he was a bit more relaxed at this briefing.  Since the last incident, the both of them had a lot of meetings together and had occasionally talked about war stories.  They had gotten to know each other better and better each day, and now the day they were all waiting for had come.

The papers shuffled once more before Mikael cleared his throat and began.

"Pilots, families, and friends aboard this ship, you have all been called here for a reason.  Today, we have the opportunity to reclaim our taskforces previous members and also take revenge for the acts toward our force recently.  Since the mission, we have picked up many streams of information from intelligence operations telling us what exactly happened, and who was involved.

The New Republic forces set up a "CounterForce" in the area of our trade line through the Vectra System to Lotaith.  They hired a number of mercenaries from across the area and different pirate factions to take place in the attack.  So, to make this brief, we've tracked down every single on of the people at the last attack, and we've tracked down the counterforce, and they WILL be crushed," said the man, smashing his fist into the marble podium.  "I will not stand for anything less than total destruction of these foes."

He stood for a moment, scanning the crowd, reading the faces of the pilots before him for their reactions, though it mattered to him little.

"We've rebuilt our taskforce, with twice as much power as the last.  From Long range scans and scout missions, we've discovered the amount of firepower and number of craft the enemy have.  Our force WILL be enough, even more, to obliterate them in a sense most of you will never be able to imagine."

"Information has been sent to each of your datapads giving further instructions for the mission.  12 hours till we ship out.  Report to your Squadron Commanders and Flight Leaders accordingly, as they will have those instructions."

Captain Mikael Skysterov stood at the podium, staring at the crowd once more.

"We don't need luck for this mission, power is on our side.  That is all I have," he said

And with that, he saluted the pilots.  He was returned with salutes from every pilot of the crowd.  Within a few minutes, the room was empty and all of the pilots had returned to their barracks to get the information of the mission and to read up.


Jaden sat in his office, reviewing the datapad over and over, planning out the mission and running it through simulations to achieve the best strategy possible.  It was a tough job attempting to read the future and calculate all of the enemies moves in, along with the unknown number of enemy fighters and another enemy force that could be in the area.

After checking through everything more times than he could count over, Jaden reviewed the datapad once more.  Everything was now set for the mission, and pilots should have all had their information melted into their minds.

But, out of all things Jaden had been pondering, one thing stuck out the most.  They were immensely outnumbered, and all of the odds were against them.  For sure, they would loose a lot of pilots.  He had figured himself that with his amazing piloting skills and experience; even he might not be able to make it out of the battle alive.  There were no planets with the immediate area, so there would be no crash landings this time.  If the fighter got shot up, it was the end.

Jaden quickly wiped the thought from his mind for a moment, shuffled all of the paperwork into piles, and left the office for a good rest.  Within 16 hours he would be out in space again, battling the foes that were all too familiar to him.  The pilots under his command would be his responsibility, no matter the outcome of the battle.  It would be his decisions that would either end their lives or keep them.  A thought that was now engraved into his mind that wouldn't be just shoved away.

 
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Jaden Khaar
Aegis Squadron

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CMDR/WO1 Jaden Khaar/Aegis 1-1 (Aegis 1)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)

Commander of Aegis Squadron

  Leaving the briefing room, Hunter walked silently down the hall with the other Aegis pilots and the other squadrons who were going to be going on the mission. Everyone was talking animatedly about it. It's too loud. Hunter thought to himself, looking around for a place to escape the noisy mass of people until the briefing room had cleared out. Spotting a small room off to the side, he slipped inside without anyone noticing and closed the door behind him.

  Once the door was shut behind him, everything grew pleasantly quiet. "Perfect," Hunter stated, walking over to a chair next to an active terminal and sat down. Looking around, he guessed he had entered one of the ship's lounge areas, though this one seemed like it would only fit a few people. I wonder how this mission is going to go. At least some of our Aegis pilots are more trained and ready. Spinning the chair around, Hunter faced the terminal and started skimming through random news and files. Eventually getting bored, he turned to leave but stopped as his eye caught site of a news file labeled "Vandate Given Leadership of Storm Platoon." Even though it was an old file and the topic was of army concern, Hunter let out a gasp of recognition to the name.

  "It's just a coincidence. There's no way it could be. . ." Hunter leaned back in the chair, staring at the screen. Finally, curiosity taking the better of him, Hunter opened the file and skimmed the screen. After reading the whole thing, he quickly got up and left the room. Striding down the now empty hall, Hunter headed straight for his provided room on the ISD. A few people called out his name, but he ignored them. They could be dealt with later, or if it was important, they would catch up with him

  When he stepped into his room, Hunter walked over to his bag and pulled out the briefcase he always had wherever he went. Undoing all the security systems, he flipped it open and pulled out his slicing equipment. Dropping into the chair in front of the terminal in his room, Hunter hooked up his equipment which would aid in the speed of his search and turned the machine on. Looking up the name Vandate, Hunter allowed the machine to pull up any records, new files, military logs, medical files, and any other form of information he could look through with his slicing skill. Oddly, there were more files on him then there were for this other person. Even with his abilities, Hunter couldn't find any information on this Kairo before he had joined the Imperial Army, and nothing in the files provided him with the information he needed and most desperately wanted.

  Can it really be you? Why did I have to be going on a mission right now? I need proof. I need to find you. Noticing a message file off to the side of the terminal screen for the first time, Hunter pulled it up and found it was from Jaden. "Ah, we have our own little meeting in ten hours. Two hours before our departure. I guess I should read up on the mission." But over the next hour as he read through the mission details, Hunter's mind couldn't concentrate. That moment of luck in finding the file in the lounge had sent him down a path he had no choice but to follow. One quick mission and then I can go find him, but not until then. Get a grip of yourself Hunter. The lives of everyone in this mission can be changed by your actions. This is no time to get sidetracked.

  Hunter pushed away from the terminal and walked over to his bed. Lying down, he looked at the time. Let's see, Jaden sent that message right after the meeting, so that was ten hours from then. It's been an hour already, so that leaves nine hours more. He set his alarm for seven hours and rolled over, trying to calm his racing mind down long enough to catch a bit of sleep where he hoped he could escape his thoughts.
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  Looking up as his mom kissed him goodnight, Ridley watched as she moved over to another bed across the room. As she knelt down to say good night to whoever laid in that bed, Ridley looked up at the ceiling. He thought he saw a shadow move, but that didn't make any sense. Then, a moment later, his mother jerked around to look at the ceiling, extending an arm to protect the bed's occupant. From Ridley's point of view, it looked as if a shadow coalesced around his mother, blocking his view of her. A moment later, it disappeared; leaving his mother slumped across the bed.

  From underneath the covers of the other bed, a small voice asked, "Mom? What happened mommy? Why are you lying there? Mommy?" The boy was out of the covers and kneeling next to his mother. A moment later, a man was in the room, moving next to the other boy. "You don't need to see this." Picking the boy up, the man rushed from the room.

  Getting out from under his covers, Ridley dropped to the floor and moved over to the door, looking to see where the man had taken the other boy. As he stepped into the hall to see where he had gone, a film crossed his eyes and the world became black.
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  Jerking awake, Hunter found he was covered in sweat. "What was all that?" Hunter asked the room. "Was that my real mom and was that other boy him? Did the file trigger that memory? Too many questions. There are just too many questions." Getting up from the bed, Hunter checked his chronometer and saw he had only been asleep an hour. Sighing, Hunter checked to make sure his equipment was ready for him later and left the room, going in search for the rest of the squadron. A little noise would be appreciated now; anything that could distract him from these new questions and plaguing thoughts.


 
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=Aegis-Squadron=
Chief Petty Officer Hunter

XO/CPO Hunter/Aegis 2/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (VC:B)

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be victorious in ten thousand battles.
You may forget the past, but it always has a way of haunting your future.
Men can die, but a symbol is eternal.

  As soon as he left his room, Hunter looked up and down the hall to see if anyone from the squad was waiting outside their room. Hmm, now what to do? I can either go knocking on all the doors down the hall, which is so not like me, or I can go wandering the ship looking for my squadron, which also isn't like me. Why am I doing this again? Glancing at a passing technician, Hunter smirked as the man looked back, caught sight of Hunter's mechanical eyes, and immediately jerked away, pace significantly faster. I guess I could just go around scaring young technicians until the meeting.

  Deciding it was best to actually try and form some proper relations with the people in his squadron, especially some of the newer people he hadn't talked to very much on their last mission. Walking down the Aegis hallway, Hunter knocked on several doors to see if anyone was around, but everyone still seemed to be out somewhere. Hmm, eight hours left until the meeting. What would normal people go and do?

  Heading off down a side corridor, Hunter checked a floor plan of the ship and found the nearest lounge to the meeting room and headed off. It was a relatively short walk, and once he arrived, he was surprised to find not only his squadron, but a few other squadrons that were going to be going on the mission as well. They had all apparently headed directly here from the meeting. Spotting Shiric and a few other people, he nodded and walked over.

  As he slid into the booth, Templar greeting him, saying, "Good to see you do get out and about there Hunter. I was beginning to think you didn't like socialization."

  "I don't." Hunter said with a smile. Templar took as a joke, laughing along with everyone else.

  "What would you like to drink," Shiric said from across the table. "We have water and few other non-alcoholic drinks. We aren't aloud to drink so close to the mission apparently. I find that a little weird. It isn't like we're going to be drinking excessively."

  "Well, you may not, but I would," a pilot from another squadron said, producing a few laughs. Leaning back into his seat, Hunter followed along as the group prattled about a few random things, just enjoying the free time they had before the mission. Who knew who wouldn't be making it back? Hunter was just thankful for the distraction. Although he barely talked, he did come to learn more about his squadron mates, although Raigen was missing. That didn't really bother Hunter, he already knew him from past missions. Blah and DJ were the two people he really wanted to know.

  Hunter had learned a long time ago that the best way to learn about some one and how they acted in space was to listen to how they talked and how they acted with friends. If you knew how they interacted with people, it was the same principal to how they would interact with you in space. Team work was key for any mission, and that team work could be built both on the battlefield and also with just a simple conversation.

  After a few hours of talking, people started to file out as the realized they hadn't gotten their equipment together yet or were about to be late for a meeting. Finally it was just DJ234, Hunter, Templar, and Shiric left at the table. "Well, that was enjoyable." Hunter stated.

  "You didn't talk." Shiric replied.

  "I don't really."

  "Apparently, his parent's didn't teach him very good social skills," Templar joked.

  "My parents died Templar." Realizing he hadn't said the right thing, Hunter tried to recover the conversation. "So, how long until the meeting now?"

  "Four more hours," DJ234 answered. "What do you guys want to do?"

  Hunter shrugged and said, "You guys decide." You really do need to learn how to be more social Hunter. He thought to himself as Templar and Shiric discussed a few ideas. Either that, or think before you speak.

(OOC It's more of a filler post. Sorry it's short. Just waiting for everyone to write, or Jaden to get us going. )

 
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=Aegis-Squadron=
Chief Petty Officer Hunter

XO/CPO Hunter/Aegis 2/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) (VC:B)

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be victorious in ten thousand battles.
You may forget the past, but it always has a way of haunting your future.
Men can die, but a symbol is eternal.

  "Shall we go fly a simulation maybe?" Templar asked.

  "No," Shiric shot the suggestion down. They had been going back and forth for ten minutes, while Hunter and DJ234 just sat and watched. "How about a game of Sabacc?"

  "No," Templar responded. How many things to do can there be on a ship? Hunter pondered. "Pazaac?"

  "No, and stop mentioning it. That was the fifth time." Shiric stated.

  "Well that was the second time you mentioned Sabacc."

  "You know what," Hunter started, "I think I'll stop by Jaden's office for a quick conversation before the meeting. You guys have fun." DJ234 shot Hunter a pleading look to stay.

  "Oh really, alright." Shiric said. "See you at the meeting then."

  Hunter mouthed, "I'm sorry," to DJ as he left the room and headed down the hall. Hmm, where is Jaden's office on this ship? Looking around, Hunter tried to find another floor map but his efforts bore no fruit. As another technician walked by, Hunter turned to him and asked, "Would you happen to know where I can find a floor plan or terminal?"

  The man jumped slightly at being addressed by a stranger then quickly regained his composure, asking, "Are you looking for someone?"

  "Yes. Aegis leader Jaden Khaar. Would you happen to know where his office is located?" Hunter asked, thinking maybe the man might know for some reason.

  "No, I'm sorry. But there is a communications room down the hall a bit, I'm sure you could ask someone in their too look it up on one of their stations. Is that all you needed?"

  "Yes thanks," Hunter said over his shoulder, already half way down the hall. Once inside the communications room, he quickly found an attendant and asked him to find the room he was looking for. It just had to be on the other side of the ship. I hate walking.

  Pressing the signal button to the room, Hunter leaned against the wall for a minute. What looked to be only a short walk had turned into an effort at futility. After getting lost twice, Hunter had finally given into the fact that he was completely lost and had asked for someone else's help. This day just seems to never end. When are we going to get into space? "Come in." Jaden's voice said from inside the room.

  Hunter stepped through the door and shut it behind him. "Hello Jaden," Hunter greeted, moving across the room. "I just wanted to stop in for a quick chat to go over some things before the Aegis meeting."

  "Ah, sit down then. I take it you read the mission profile and information I sent you?" Jaden asked.

  "Yes I did. It looks like we're going to be quite busy out there, and even though our leader's speech earlier tried to give us the picture that this was going to be a cake walk, the fact is that we are going to be outnumbered part of the time. Am I correct in this, and what are your plans to counteract this?" Hunter asked. Jaden and Hunter had always gotten to business it seemed, though this was due to Hunter's lack of beating around the bush. I really should try to act more social Hunter though to himself for the umpteenth time that day.

  Jaden laughed. "Never one to enjoy a bit of banter are you Hunter? Oh well, I guess that's just who you are. Now, down to business then."



 
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=Aegis-Squadron=
Chief Petty Officer Hunter

XO/CPO Hunter/Aegis 2/Pheonix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) (VC:B)

Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will be victorious in ten thousand battles.
You may forget the past, but it always has a way of haunting your future.
Men can die, but a symbol is eternal.

Raigen pulled himself off the floor as and into a bunk. He rolled over on his back and stared into the room while he thought. Nothing was the same anymore. Raigen had lived to be a smuggler and ever that fell through on him. The only thing he had left now was being a pilot, and he was now having second thoughts. He needed to take a leave. Sort things out. But the squadron needed him. He stared some more into nothingness and then got up for a walk.

The hall was empty of pilots, just the occasional tech or troop. Raigen headed for the simulator. Templar was kicking Shiric's butt and after a few seconds, Shiric's ship was shot down and she got up from her seat angrily. "Now can we play Sabaac?" she said. Templar countered with, "Not until I beat you one more time!"

"I'll take you," Raigen said. Templar seemed eager toface Raigen ever since they missed their chance to sim race a few weeks ago. Raigen took Shiric's seat and started the sim. It was a space sim, blank space dogfight between Raigen and Templar. Templar was going full speed searching for Raigen's craft while Raigen sort of hovered and turned his ship to find his target. A green dot showed up on Raigen's scanners and he poured on his speed and set his craft en route for Templar. "Use your scanners Templar!" Raigen said as he closed in. Templar tried to turn his craft around and fire but Raigen was too close behind. Raigen rolled right and took a wide turn before setting his cross-hairs on Templar and getting a lock. A concussion missile launched from the sim fighter and made its way into Templar's shields. "My shields!" he yelled as he tried to shake Raigen.

Templar jerked his ship right and then dove into a back flip. Raigen wasn't paying attention and all of a sudden, Templar was behind him having a feild day on his shields. They went down fast and Raigen had to take evasive maneuvers. Raigen took Templar on a wild chase for about three minutes of constant turns and maneuvers. Raigen remembered something from his crime days. He rolled right and pulled his ship into a turn and so did Templar. Raigen rolled his ship until he had set his ship on a left turn with Templar completely clueless. A quick immelman set Raigen behind Templar and his last missiles made contact with his target.

*Target Neutralized*

"How did you do that?" Templar asked, puzzled.

"They don't teach you everything in BT Templar!" Raigen said before flinching from the massive headache.

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FM/SCRW Raigen/Aegis 1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (VC:B)

Raigen climbed into his cockpit and ran through his systems. His interceptor was worn and broken in. The seat was faded and the straps were frayed but tough. Raigen pulled out his data pad to upload his flight settings. When he went to hook it up to his terminal, his data pad fell and slid underneath his seat. Raigen leaned foreward and tried to reach under the seat for it, then he felt something soft. Upon pulling out the item, he saw that it was a cloth id tag for a flight suit. It read "WO2C Warren Tei-Yehn" his father.

"Jaden," He called over the com,"Is there another Tei-Yehn in the Navy?"

"Not that I know of. Run a background check on Tei-Yehn when we get back, maybe there's something in the archive." Jaden said as he prepared his own ship. Raigen stuffed the id into his pocket and strapped himself in. He waited for Jaden to start the count as he turned on the vitals of the ship. It came to life as the various lights and instruments lit up. Being a fighter pilot wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all the killing.

Raigen tried to remember his father, but he was too young to know who he was. It was a lost cause. No records of his dad were left and if anyone did know anything, they kept well quiet. Raigen put the thought out of his head and ran through his preflight checklist.


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FM/SCRW Raigen/Aegis 1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (VC:B)

Raigen's interceptor broke from the group and gained velocity. A wingman would just slow him down and besides, groups are easier to target in these large battle situations. No, he would go it alone. His interceptor pushed its limits as it evaded stray blasts from random enemy fighters. His only concern right now was staying alive, something that would not be easy given the situation. Raigen kept an eye on his squadron as he maneuvered his fighter through the battle. He circled the battle area at a good distance from the fighting, trying not to be an obvious target.

About a minute of idle searching went on before Raigen was notived. An enemy razor fighter pulled in close behind him and he was forced to roll through an element of passing fighters. Fire from the razor passed Raigen's ship in all directions as he pulled away so as not to be locked on. The interceptor was faster and more maneuverable, allowing Raigen to lose him in a little less than a minute and then trail the opponent for a revenge kill. The razor tried to turn away but Raigen slowed his turn and was able to come out right behind him. Rai locked on and a missile launched from his ship. It was over before it started.

There was a shake as a blast hit raigen's solar panels. He one eightied and caught himself in a chicken fight with an a-wing. He spiraled as the awing tried to fire on him. The two crafts would have collided if the a-wing had not broken off. Raigen followed and tore into the ship with his blasters. The explosion/implosion was barely noticed by Raigen who was trying to forget the fact that he just killed someone.

"How are you holding up, Raigen?" Jaden asked over the com.

"Ok, for now. Just take down as many as you can. I can't take all of them!" Raigen turned his craft for another target, but none were found. The rest of Aegis had already wiped some of them out and were now trailing the rest. Raigen lowered his thruster's power and circled his area before finding a stray A-wing and breaking for it. The a-wing was harder to follow than the others. Raigen followed into a series of sharp turns before finally losing it.

"Dang...Where did it go?" he said to himself. He was answered by the fire barely missing his ship. He took evasive maneuvers and rolled towards his squadron. "A little help here!"

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FM/SCRW Raigen/Aegis 1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (VC:B)

Raigen was now being tailed by the a-wing as he rolled into a downward spiral and broke aay a bit. He was pulled back into his seat as he broke right towards his squadron. He had never flown like this before. It was like a dance, only with blasters and missiles. Raigen flew past the squadron and either shiric or templar took down the a-wing. "Thanks guys." He said as he reset his course.

"No problem, why not try to stick with a wingman, eh" he heard someone say over the com channel. Raigen tok the advice and directed his tie toward Kneoic.

"Ok, Aegis 3. Time you learned something they don't teach you in basic." Raigen said as he pulled up besides Tobias and slowed his craft even to Kneoic's.

"Ok 4. By the way, if you are my wingman, what do I call you." Tobias asked.

"I dunno. Shiric calls me her knight," Raigen laughed as he sped ahead and drew the target out,"What's my tag Hunter?"

"How about crazy kid who nearly get's himself killed everytime he's in a ship," Hunter said.

"Call me Anjin! I think it's Lorelian for pilot." Raigen said as Tobias gunned down the target and regrouped.

"Corellian you mean?" Shiric asked.

"Lorelian. They speak on the forest moon of Gestalt V, Lorelai." DJ answered as he and aegis 6 pursued a target. Raigen took up a spot to tobias's left and looked to his scanners for a target.

"Ok three, pick a target and well move in on him." Raigen said as he fell back behind Blah.

"Copy that, follow me and I'll put the pressure on him while you take the shot." Raigen was surprised at Tobias's quick thinking, although there was really nothing to be surprised about. These new recruits were going through a lot thicker training than what Raigen had. Raigen even managed to weasle out of taking the entrance exams.

Tobias looked for a target,"I don't read any x-wings on my scanners, those are usually easy to overwhelm."

"No x-wings, what the hell. You mean to tell me they onlysent out these god forsaken a-wings."

"That and these razor fighters, but most of those were taken out first." DJ said. Apparently, he and one of the new recruits were doing well. Raigen followed Tobias to a two man element of a-wings. The a-wings quickly sped up and tried to break away. "No ganging up on these two Aegis Three. I'll take the element leader and you make sure the second doesn't get away. Just don't break away from me!"

Raigen increased his velocity and banked toward the element leader with Tobias close behind him. The enemy element took a sharp laft and Raigen had to slow down to match the turn. It was like trying to chase a tauntaun barefoot. As Raigen and Kneoic caught up, the a-wings pulled right and disapeared.

"Where did they go?" Ragen asked as he slowed his craft and checked his scanners, which never seemed to work in any situation.

"Behind us, look out!" Tobias yelled over the channel.

"Quick, roll right pull up and hit it!" Raigen said.

"Do what?" said tobias, who was confused at the barked orders.

"Follow me!" Raigen said as he rolled his craft almost comletly upsidedown and pulled the flight stick back. His interceptor went into a rolling 180 and Tobias soon followed. Raigen and Tobias opened fire on the enemies and both a-wings exploded simutaneously.

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FM/SCRW Raigen/Aegis 1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)(VC:B)

Raigen and Tobias had to go around the debris of the A-wings but came out unharmed. Another pair of A-wings saw their fellow pilot's destruction and came in for the retribution kills. "Get ready Aegis three, here they come," he said as he snapped on his oxygen mask in preparation for the high-g maneuvers they were about to under take. Raigen and Tobias both banked their crafts to the right and pulled up simultaneously. The a-wings matched their feat and added a complete roll to counter the tie pilots' maneuvers. "Looks like they want to dance, Toby. Well, let's dance!" Raigen said. He was acting cool and collected, maybe it was the ale not letting him realize the danger he was in.

Raigen led Tobias into a split-s but the A-wings quickly made their way around and fired a few shots at the two. The two interceptors spiraled around each other as the shots seem to pass right by. Tobias and Raigen broke off to different sides and did a rolling one-eighty back toward the a wings. The a-wings had to split up to avoid being gunned down and the two ties followed the wingman. Aegis three made the kill as his blaster fire broke through the side of the turning craft.

The remaining a-wing decided to target Tobias and pulled in behind him. Raigen jerked the control back and his ship went into a relative, upward climb. A quick push and turn sent the interceptor spiraling straight down and behind the bandit. The unrelentless firing of Raigen's blasters from behind caught the A-wing pilot off guard and a blast impaled the enemy's thrusters.

"Those Razors are gonna drop like flies." Tobias said over the com network as he and Raigen found their next targets. The both turned into a banking left turn and gained in on a trio of Razor fighters. "All right Three, punch it and roll, the birds on the outside will split so aim for them first and split up when they do. You'll have to slow up a bit `else you'll pass right by them."

"How do you know they'll brake formation?" Tobias asked as Raigen increased powers to thrusters. Raigen rolled his fighter away from Tobias. He remarked as his interceptor closed in on the enemy fighters. The lasers on the interceptor opened up on the unsuspecting pilot. Its right "wing" blew away from the spherical cockpit and the fighter spiraled off, nearly hitting it's wingman.

"That's why," Raigen said as he broke to follow the one on the left. This wasn't a dogfight, it was a fox hunt, and Rai was the hunter. The Razor he was following did a lopsided version of a split-s an turned itself around toward Raigen. They were both firing on each other until Raigen got a lock and fired his missile into the razor's cockpit. Despite his training, Raigen flew strait through the debris and barely managed to come out unharmed.

Raigen's headache kicked back in and his ship jerked when he flinched. He leveled out and guided Tobias back to the squadron. His interceptor fell in next to Jaden as he scanned for targets. "I don't think there are any left Jaden. That or my fricken scanners are broken," he said as he slowed his ship down to a crawl. A few seconds later, he was back at full speed, heading toward a Corellian corvette, leaving aegis three in his dust.

Raigen poured on as much speed as his ship could handle and went straight for the ships bridge. A barrage of laser fire nearly hit his fighter but he managed to roll away from it. He aimed his crosshairs toward the ship's bridge. Two missiles launched from the interceptor and collided into the forward shields of the corvette. Raigen jerked his ship to the left of the ship before flipping it upside down and using the yokes to pass underneath the ship and come out on the other side. He then broke toward his squadron as a heavy laser fire passed by his interceptor.

It would have been smooth sailing until Raigen realized that his shields were down and someone had a lock on him. It was the razor he damaged earlier. Raigen could do nothing but close his eyes and pull his controls as far right as he could. It was no use, the missile exploded on his left wing and sent his spiraling off into the emptiness of space. His cockpit maintained stability but a small fire had caught to Raigen's left leg. He was just able to smother the flames out before blacking out from the high-g, uncontrollable spinning of the craft.

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Raigen Out!

"Aegis Squadron, you heard your orders." Jaden's voice had come over the coms while Zurth was still in a state of shock when still watching the pieces of the mass destruction that had occurred with the New Republics suicide bombings. He had barely evaded some of the wreckage while jumping along with the rest of the squadron  towards the newly arriving corvettes.

Thoughts were rampant in Scrace's mind as he saw the corvettes come into view after the squadron had passed up the Existance. Having broken with Feris Landala as his wingman, the two ducked their TIE's beneath the Assault Frigate, and right into the depths of hell themselves. Not suicide mission on their parts, they raged forward and straight towards one of the corvettes that were before them.

"Aegis 6, let's get the cannons burning." Zurth had pulled ahead of Landala by this point, but Feris was quickly coming up behind. And before Senior Crewman Landala could respond, a group of razors started towards them. Seven against two were insurmountable odds as Zurth banked left, and Landala Yo-Yo'ed behind him, in a mock retreat. Both had been in agreement that they needed to lure these fighters farther back towards their own squadron to even have the chance to succeed.

"Aegis seven. Zurth. We have to take out some of these razors." Landala had turned his Interceptor back around. Scrace was quick to follow, knowing that the punishment he would receive from letting his wingman die would be worse than a death himself. Feris had sped forward, opening up his cannons into the group of Razor's, taking ones wing out and sending it into the one directly below it.

Zurth had rolled to the side to get out from behind Landala. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sensors on Scrace's Interceptor had gone nuts, and a countdown had begun. Not one of time, but distance. A missile had been fired at the TIE, but from where? Having let the distance dwindle down, at almost the last moment, Zurth's Interceptor bore downward, the missile barely missing. It was somehow set off, as it exploded, and knocked Zurth off track. His shields had shimmered with the reaction.

Landala took out another Razor before breaking to the right, "Zurth, watch your tail."

"I know! I can't see 'em, and my sensors are failing."

At that moment, an A-wing had jetted past Scrace, barely making it away before pulling up while in a barrel roll to turn back towards his Interceptor. Not another game of chicken. Cannon fire was bouncing off of Zurth's shields as he broke into a wide roll to go past the a-wing fighter. Having brought the A-Wing facing away on his AOT, Scrace barely noticed the explosion that had happened behind him.

"Watch your ass, Zurth." At least it had been a friendly voice. Not in tone, but corporation, as Raigen's Interceptor had sped by his own.

Almost in a feeling of defeat, Zurth had noticed another fighter, this one a razor, coming in from below Raigen, and apparently not on his Aegis team member's sensors. Raigen's cannons opened fire, bellowing down on an assailant heading towards the seemingly abandoned Landala. The razor had exploded, sending shrapnel into Feris' shields.

"Thanks, Raigen."

"Not a problem, Fe...." An explosion happened underneath the cocky yet excellent pilots Interceptor. He had seen the pieces of a razor flowing upward in the frictionless space behind himself as he sped forward. "Who's shooting on my ass?"

"Call it a return favor, Aegis four." Zurth had smiled and gloated to himself as he tried to catch up. Under his breath, and off of the com, he had said, "Now go eat a bantha's ass."
 
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FM/LCRW Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi/Aegis 2/Pheonix Win/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

"Commander, are you thinking we should go for the dorsal stabilizer fin and shut down the reactor? If we just disable the engines the captain may still set off the charges or use the reactor to blow up everyone this side of Corellia."

Zurth hadn't waited to hear what his commander was thinking, but pondered over the suggestion from Tobias in just a split second and then broke away from his wingman. He had felt cocky after saving Raigen from the coming doom of a razor's attack. Then seeing the self thought greatest pilot get his systems knocked out made Zurth feel a bit overconfident himself. Or maybe it was the feel of the kill? What it was exactly will never truly be known.

Scrace dodged the cannons of the corvette, making it near the rear of the craft before coming into contact with more of the razors. The rest of the squad had been blowing them out of the way, giving Zurth the opportunity to sneak in, but apparently not unnoticed. He fired, knocking out on of the two assailants that sent a cloud of shrapnel making the other barrel to the side, then pull sharply back  to dodge the wreckage of its wingman. By that time, Crin'Doloi was filled with adrenaline, his sight focused, as well as his target lock. He knew then that what he was about to do was against the books, and stupid none the less, but Scrace headed straight towards the craft before breaking into a barrel roll to widen the gap. He sent a missile outward, close enough to the razor that it had no time to evade. The concussion reeled Zurth's Interceptor, nearly making the craft unable to handle. It was too late to turn back now. He wanted the attention. He wanted the medals that would come with the glory taking out an entire corvette by himself would gain. He wanted, most of all, blood. Scrace wouldn't see the blood, but in some way, it was good enough to know that a rebel had shed it and it would forever float in the vast depths of space.

It was known to Aegis seven that his shields were now only at seventy-five percent, but nothing would stop him. His course was set, and his mind made. His cannons had opened up full, and he watched the shields of the rebel corvette absorb the blasts in little reverberations that reminded Scrace of the rancid puddles in the ryll mines of Ryloth.

Still determined, he kept his course, and fired upon the corvette until his cannons were overheated. "You nerf herding son of a bantha!"

Scrace Crin'Doloi began unloading his missiles on the dorsal fin of the corvette. Each one had hit its mark, but didn't get past the shields. With one missile left, and his cannons still cooling, a flush of relief passed over Zurth. The shields dropped. Maybe it was the work of the rest of the squadron, Zurth didn't know then, and still doesn't now. He got extremely close to his target to make his final shot, and fired the last missile. It sped forward.

Anticipation had filled Zurth. He knew that the one missile wasn't enough to take out the full function of the fin, but maybe enough to make it more vulnerable to the rest of the attack. He waited, watching the movement of his high explosive. Having watched the missile make contact and destroy, he was ecstatic.

Zurth pulled up, having been heading straight for the fin of the corvette, and not wanting to die in an avoidable crash, to pass over the craft. "What the hell?"

Crin'Doloi's lekku twitched with the anger as he Yo-Yo'ed his TIE to review the damage. As he passed back over, he noticed a small cloud of scrap brushing against the rebel vessel. A razor had gotten in front of the missile, most likely inadvertently.

Anger was all that Zurth felt. Storming as quickly as he could, he had sped away from the corvette, knowing that he only had his cannons to contend with any assailant now.

His shields were rattled by the rebel fire from an A-wing that came against his Interceptor. He broke left, and then tried to twist his TIE around to the rebel's AOT, but to no avail. The Rebel had remained on his tail, and was coming in fast. A beep sounded that Zurth was back into the crosshairs for another missile, and had no one that he knew of to save him this time. As the incoming countdown started, he evaded to the left with a break into a barrel roll, but too soon as the missile was still coming.

Aegis seven went into an Immelmann, breaking away as he reached peak distance, but still the missile was coming in fast. Shrapnel had started to bounce against his shield, causing little dings in his shields as he continued onward. Breaking to the left, he yo-yo'ed back around, letting the homing missile follow him back into the cloud of debris. The plan had worked, as Zurth saw the countdown disappear, and a slight bit more of debris were added to the mess. Still, the A-wing was on his tail once more.

Evasion didn't work. Everything seemed to have been countered before it was even done. Scrace needed help.

Cannon fire came from his side, and a craft wasn't visible, but the A-wing was in retreat, but didn't make it far. It burst into a million different components, as a missile collided, breaking through its shields. Zurth looked around, but still didn't see his savior.

"Aegis seven, don't break from me again." Landala had come in for the save, "I can't have my wingman blown to hell."
 
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FM/LCRW Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi/Aegis 2/Pheonix Win/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Zurth sticking with his wingman and Academy mate Landala made the battle seem to go a bit smoother. Though his frustration with the failed attempt at cracking the fin open like a scrap of military rations was coursing through his veins, anger at being reprimanded still bulging with the artery in the depths of his neck, he was still pleased. His bloodlust had been getting filled with every passing moment. Three more razors had been taken out, laughter quietly rising within his chest as he watched their components turn to nothing more than space debris. Glowing flickers that quickly went dark with the airless abyss that encompasses all. Great was the pleasure in this. Great was the enjoyment that pain and anguish caused within Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi.

Another A-wing had zipped by Feris, and barrel rolled in front of Zurth, who immediately open fired with his cannons.

"Zurth, get on his tail and distract him. I will swoop in from the side and take him out."

"Not likely." Zurth hadn't said this in the comlink, but to himself inside of his head. "Affirmative, Aegis six."

His Interceptor pulled hard to the right as the A-wing was only just passing by. Zurth had seen the seams of the missile bay as it crossed over top of his TIE. That child like feeling had begun to come over him once more. He had never seen a rebel craft up that close and personal in one piece. Sure, watching them zip by in a barrel roll, but never with that detail. Never with actually being able to make out the welds and cracks of openings. The feeling didn't last long as Scrace wanted to break open his sugary sweet surprise. Didn't even want to give Landala the satisfaction of destroying this craft. He wouldn't let Feris conquer that battle.

Keeping with what was told to him to do, Zurth had kept his momentum pulling him around to face the raging engines of the A-wing. He watched their glow move farther and farther away before jumping to near full speed. His cannons fired more of a taunt than an attack, near missing the right and left wings. The shots having just bounced off of the outmost portion shields, enough to cause a concerning ripple.

He lurched closer, just enough to bring the distance between them to a smaller lead for the A-wing. Just enough so that he stalked his prey.

It had reminded him of a time when another slave on the planet of Ryloth had tried to steal his meager meal portion. Zurth had let this happen.


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Zurth watched as the other took the near rotted meat and stuffed it into his cheeks. An attempt to hide it for later, as nothing could be saved when left in any possessions.

The time had come for the kill when they entered the mine two days later. As they were given their digging tools and headed into the darkness of the cave pit. The excavation site. Ryll dust in the air made it not uncommon for a slave to become drugged slightly as he brought the drug from its roots to be made into the valuable product.

Deep within the mine had been the place to strike.  Guards had left the area, having headed to a disturbance on the other side of the pit. A fight that Zurth had made possible by favors that were met. Prices and requests that best go unlisted, as they aren't important to what was on hand.

The time was on hand, and Zurth had to make his move. He snuck up slowly behind the working perpetrator, he had swung the shovel, standard equipment in the musty cave. A sinister laugh had risen up, and burst out as he saw the blood splatter from his fellow Twi'lek.

Startled is what he was when he heard a guard coming back, yelling about the noise, and highly angered because of the fight. He had to move fast, and Zurth did. With the blink of an eye, Scrace had jammed the shovel into a large rock shard on the ceiling of the cave. Right above the neck of the now stirring victim.

With all of his weight, and it had taken him dangling from the shovel and swinging his legs, a boulder fell, landing on the rising body, and closing off that portion of the cavern. The guard rushed even more quickly when he heard the collision of stone upon stone.

"What the hell is going on here?" Even more angry, the guard had struck Zurth to the ground before he could respond.

"He was digging....the roof collapsed."

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Leading Crewman Crin'Doloi had seen Landala coming in from the side, barely being able to see the wing of the Interceptor, the distance being that great. But with tremendous speed, the craft had come within firing range of a missile. Range for optimum accuracy. He saw as the missile left its place and burst forward towards the A-wing. Target had been locked and it was no time to joke around. If Zurth wanted the glory of this kill, he had to act.

His cannons open fire once again, this time not aiming for the craft itself, but to the right of it. To the side where the missile had been fired towards. The missile moved closer as Zurth kept his craft at speed with the A-wing, watching every single bit of its shaky movement.

The missile came close to the ship, but hadn't hit its mark when it exploded.

"Scrace! What the hell are you doing?"

"This kill is mine."

In an evasion, the A-wing broke left, leaving Zurth behind for just a moment before he pulled to the left, and Feris zipped past. Both were headed towards the craft. This had become a competition. Whose TIE would meet the required speed to catch up and take out the rebel scum?

"Pull away, Feris! This one's mine!" Zurth opened his cannons up, and began firing the energy blasts directly into the tail of the A-wing who was still trying to evade. The ripples were bright on the shield.

"Aegis seven, this isn't a contest." Landala prepped to fire another missile at the A-wing when Scrace had bumped his shield onto Feris' Interceptor's. Landala fired and sent the missile off into the middle of space, no specific target as it just flew outward, finally hitting a cloud of debris and exploding. "Scrace! Back off!"

Full throttle was hit, and Zurth was passing up Feris as he fired his cannons again, finally dropping the shields on the A-wing. He let them cool for just a moment, wanting to be able to get close enough to see the pieces of pilot float away from the concussion, when his chance passed.

Landala overtook Zurth again, pulling ahead and at a better point on the rebel's AOT. With minimal cannon fire, the A-wing exploded. LCRW Crin'Doloi wanted death for his squad member.

"That was my kill!" Zurth had screamed over the com. Everyone could hear, but he didn't care.

"This is not a time to break away from teamwork, Aegis seven." It was Jaden's voice that Scrace heard coming back from his com. "We are a team. We are a squad. Take us and put us separately and no task will get done. Work with your wingman and everything will be within your grasp."

"I understand that sir...but this one was...." A crackle had cut Zurth off. His shields had shorted and began to drop from the seventy percent they were at, and now he was worried. Fourteen percent was not enough protection for a dog fight. "What...What is going on?"

"Get on my tail, Zurth."

Anger hadn't even been in Landala's voice as he told his wingman what to do. No resentment. Just neutrality. Neutrality. This angered Zurth even more. No emotion coming from Feris after the deed was done. Or maybe this had been SCRW Landala's way to strike back. To gloat.

"Affirmative...until I figure out whats wrong. Then you can sit on my tail."

Scrace pulled his TIE in closer behind Landala. If nothing else. It was a shield of sorts.
 
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FM/LCRW Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi/Aegis 2/Pheonix Win/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

(OOC note, this doesnt have too much to do with the story itself, but the Interceptor of Zurth's needed fixed. So Zurth needed a post that wasnt really pointful to get it fixed during. So Zurth did this work. Hope you enjoy Zurths work. Heh, 3rd person talking.)

Shrapnel had spread as far as ones closer vision could keep in a complete thought, and the sharp, charred components were only drifting farther and farther apart.  Zurth could have sworn that he saw pieces of pilots, rebel corpses, floating amid the mass destruction, but most would have been turned to space dust, ashes, with the heat of their crafts explosions. Still, the memory could not be changed within his head. He saw the bits and pieces, arms that had held a piece of the controls in its stiff, frozen fingers. It had to have been an illusion caused by the excitement of battle, and the lust for destruction that Scrace had felt.

All of them had coursed through his veins. Every single shot that blew apart a craft, that caused destruction, had been powering his adrenaline. It wouldn't stop. With every inch that was passed up, he felt stronger. He felt hungrier. Everything made the dark spot in his chest grow thirstier for hellish tortures to be unleashed.

Probably another trick of his dreams, but in his mind a reality, as sound doesn't move through the vastness of space, was the screams he heard as the corvette's reactor had given out and caused the massive meltdown that ensued.  His ears had picked up their faint sounds, coming from the rebel fighters caught in the blast, or maybe the large crew of the corvette itself. Something. Something had been heard. Whether trick or truth, it had caused a joy inside of Scrace Crin'Doloi.

All of his daydreaming had been interrupted by the fact he was coming in on the hangar bay. He even had to shake his head inside of his helmet to get the webs out and make himself completely coherent. As his Interceptor hovered, and sounded off loudly as metal contacted with the hangar bay floor, he unhooked his helmet and pulled it off. Under his breath he cursed as one of his lekku was caught on the edge of the plasteel helmet.

His hatch had opened and the bay's crew was ready to assist in finishing the removal of his gear. Just enough that he would be able to exit the craft so it could be repaired. He had to laugh to himself as he made the connection with the mechanics and a royal court bowing at someone's feet. Zurth was the great and grand controller of the universe. The new Emperor of the Imperial Empire...even if no one had known it yet. Even if he hadn't stolen the title for his own at this time. It was all eventual. It had to be. He wouldn't let his life be meaningless.

Helped from his cockpit, Zurth stood before his Interceptor and saw the charred spots where cannon fire had made it through his shields as they flickered in their near depletion. "You were really cutting it close out there, Leading Crewman Scrace."

"Just a diversion so I could kill another rebel." The cold touch of Zurth's voice had stopped the reprimand from the hangar's mechanic. His jaw nearly dropped at the careless disregard from Zurth, for even himself, as long as he had killed his target.

"Your Interceptor will take a few hours to repair and restock." The crewman that was preparing to fix the TIE, or at least work on it, had gulped on his words, "We will com you when its done. I would suggest taking a breather in the barracks."

"I didn't ask for your suggestion."

LCRW Crin'Doloi just walked away with a little smile on his bluish lips. Exhaustion was a bit at hand at that moment, so he made his way towards his bunk. Rest had been needed. He was still green around the tips, and unused to the havoc that is flying a fighter in true combat.

It had seemed like ages before he made it to his bunk. Walking the many halls of the Starcruiser had seemed to make his tiredness come to a head, and he found himself nearly falling asleep on his feet as he crashed onto his bed. The exhaustion got the better of him as he was out by the time his head hit the uncomfortable bunk.

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His slumber had brought on a deeply seductive dream. Not a sexual fantasy, but a fantasy none the less.

The sight seen deep inside of his head was one of the greatest glory. One of a dream that everyone has at some point in their life or another. A membership in the Dark Jedi Order.

A teal lightsaber crackled to life and sliced down another victim. Three were all ready laying in pieces around the newly fallen kill. The harshness in Zurth's glowing eyes was even more fierce than his normal gaze. His soul was no more, and his skin had taken on a cracked grayish pigmentation. A Sith lord is what his imagination was bringing about.

Possibly a jump in the fantasy brought it all to a point when Scrace was shooting a lightening like electrical current from hands and wrist. It filled a victim with a fierce convulsion. Smoke had poured from their sleeves until their clothing had burst into flames.

He had laughed as he stepped on the skull, crushing it beneath his foot.

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"Leading Crewman Crin'Doloi. Your Interceptor is prepped for you to return to battle."

Having been startled awake caused Zurth to pull his blaster pistol on the direction of the comlink. "Good. I will be there shortly to launch.

How long had he been sleeping? The wonder wavered in his mind as he had stood on his feet. With only a few shakes of his head the slumbers last effects were gone and he was back on his way. A repeat of his dream, of the Dark Jedi Order, the fantasy of being a stronger Sith Lord than Palpatine and Vader combined filled his mind even more as he neared the hangar.

The char from cannon fire was still there, but everything seemed almost shined as his cockpit opened once more.

"Its ready to launch."

"I know. Otherwise I wouldn't be here." He had scoffed as he passed up the mechanic and climbed into his Interceptor. Zurth knew more blood was there for the taking.
 
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FM/LCRW Zurth Scrace Crin'Doloi/Aegis 2/Pheonix Win/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

"Roger commander," Tobias confirmed. His scanner data confimed rapidly closing returns off the enemy fighters. The last foray had demonstrated that head on manuevering could be quite hectic, so he got an idea.
"Commander, I'm going to pop up high and drop down on them as blow through the formation."
"Roger Aegis 3, good luck."
"Four, affix yourself firmly to my tail now."
Tobias eased the yoke back into a climb, at least in the sense of vertical travel on the plane between the bandits and the friendly cap ships.
"Ready to flip back over Four...now."
He decreased the throttle until the bandits were almost within firing range of the formation and yanked back to pop the nose over in comfortable postive Gs.
"Hit it."
Tobias flattened the throttles as the throbbing power of the ion engines threw the light fighter forward like a celestial arrow, streaking down as the Interceptors of the main formation slid past the bandits. In all, the manuever resembled a tweaked and elongated Immelmen with a more vertical slant. However, it left the shaken rebel pilots, with deflector sheilds full forward as per standard procedure, exposing their backsides to 3 & 4.
"Middle flight, you take right, me left."
Tobias dove down at full throttle and tore through the unsheilded backside of the amatuer X-wing with a stream of pure energy, sure that the same thing was happening to the dead pilot's wingmate.
"Take the middle Four," Tobias snapped as he cut the throttle and yanked up to drop him back and up of Raigen. On cue, the other X-wing lit up as the pilot had time to pull up the shields. But in several seconds the pilot was overwhelmed and severly damaged, possibly blown up.
"Bloody good work Four, break toward the Interdictor and get clear for another pass. I'm high on your six."
 
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FM/SCR Tobias Kneoic/Aegis 2-7/Phoenix/Atrus/1st Fleet/VEN/VE/(=A=)

^Fancy 'nuff?

Jaden correted his flight path, making sure he would clear the debris from the X-wing that had just been destroyed under his nose.  The ship rocked from a small shockwave from the fighter, cutting his shields in half.  The Hornet Interceptor had been holding up nicely throughout the battle, only taking a few minor shots to the starboard shields and now a major blow to the nose shields.

"Arg," Jaden coughed as the com system crackled to life.  It was Zurth.

"Flight two has just obliterated another two X-wings sir, we are going to make a couple of passes at the Inderdictor and see what trouble we can stir up," said Leading Crewman Scrace.

"Alright seven, but make sure you steer clear of that turbolaser fire, there's a nest of guns on that ship," said Jaden

Jaden adjusted the yoke, bringing the fighter back down behind one of the lone A-wings that was trailing along.  Targetting computer registered half shields and it seemed to be out of missile payload.  Looks like its heading back for the ship, thats not going to happen on my watch...

Jaden adjusted the cannon targetting and then opened up the cannon fire.  The A-wing dove starward, and Jaden adjusted, coming in on the portside of the fighter.  The A-wing pilot seemed fatigued, not really giving much of a fight to give away.  If it's death you want, then I'm here to give it to you.

The shields flashed like crazy before Jaden's eyes, nearly blinding him from the light green bolts being absorbed into the sheilding.  But, with a few more shots, he connected with the hull.  Missiles were no need for this one, it would be an easy kill.  Jaden switched the cannon fire to linked and let a few bursts out.  Right on target.  The A-wing started to combust from the insides and nearly ripped in half, but the pilot managed to eject before the fighter was destroyed.  You'll live to die another day, rebel

Jaden sensed a deep anger within himself, one of hatred and revenge.  It fueled him as he checked for another target to take down.  His rage built up after every ship or pilot he destroyed, making him a better pilot in the running.  He reacted on all emotions, but still thought about the decisions being made.  Some rational, some unrational, but all leading him to his final goal.  Perfection.
 
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Jaden Khaar
Aegis Squadron
Strike-Cruiser Doashim Weapons Officer
Naval Academy Executive Officer
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CMDR/CWO Jaden Khaar/Aegis 1-1 (Aegis 1)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S][LSM][SV][CBV](x2)
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TXO/CWO Jaden Khaar/Venom 1-2 (Venom 2)/Phoenix Wing/Platform Saratoga/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S][LSM][SV][CBV](x2)