Darkhawk's body felt like it had given up on life hours ago, but his mind and spirit were still intact. The interrogaters had been all over him for three straight days now with little rest for either the "prisoner" or his overseers. But the pilot hadn't given away anything more than he wanted to. They had gotten out of him vague details of his journey over the past few months, but Darkhawk had refused to tell them anything they could use against him or his sister. In fact, to his surprise, he had even omitted the encounter with Luke Skywalker from his tale. Perhaps his old loyalties to the young Jedi's father were stronger than he had himself even believed.   At the moment Darkhawk was being electrocuted in short bursts of increasing strength. By now his tormentors should've realized that his body was too far gone to feel the pain and that his will was too strong for them to break with this kind of childish pain. Yet still they did not cease with the torture - it almost made the man want to scream, if his vocal cords had not given out a full day earlier.   With some of his last bit of physical strength Darkhawk forced himself to look around the room. To his surprise, he saw a familiar face there. It was Lieutenant Commander Bear, the old training officer. He had learned that Bear had left the post to become assistant to Ambassador Trigit and that the TO position had been open for quite a while. g5 was filling in for Bear at the moment.   Darkhawk enjoyed it when his mind could ramble like that. When he got off on a tangent like that the pain seemed to fade away even more - not that there were many nerves left in his body that still felt the pain . . . but there were a few. Bear wasn't having any part in the interrogation itself; he was merely there watching, with a sympathetic look on his face. Obviously he did not enjoy the show of one of his old pilots being put through such a process.   Retired Vice Admiral Dest finally powered down the machine and shook his head. He had been head of the interrogation since its beginning phases, and seemed to be growing angrier by the minute as Darkhawk refused to disclose anymore than the same facts he had screamed time and time before. The older man walked over to Darkhawk and grabbed his head with both hands. Darkhawk strained to look up and meet the glance of the Admiral. Dest's eyes were not filled with rage as they had been a few hours earlier - now it was a mix between respect and compassion. Darkhawk met the gaze with whatever defiance he could muster; it wasn't much.   Darkhawk wondered what had brought about the sudden change in Dest's behavior. Surely Darkhawk hadn't let something slip out during that last torture, had he? Then it hit him while the Admiral would've looked at him that way. The look in his eyes had mirrored that in Bear's. Everyone in the room knew that they had pushed the pilot too hard, too far, too fast. His physical strength was all but gone - Darkhawk could almost feel his life slipping away from him. In their thirst for knowledge they had killed him. What a fitting fate . . . after he had survived so much. It was almost ironic that after he had finally decided to come back to this place he felt was "home" that the people he had come back to had killed him.   Delusions and illusions began to fill his mind and cloud his vision. He began to have the dream again of he and Mara playing in their backyard before the Empire had come to claim them. He saw the faces of several of his old wingmates from back before Endor. His whole life seemed to flash before his eyes; he lost all track of time and did not even notice when a new figure entered the room.   Of course, the other soldiers and pilots in the room took heed, and there was a general panic for a moment. Within seconds, everyone was standing at attention, saluting the man who had entered. And that man certainly had a foreboding presence. His dark robes covered most of his body, but as he drew nearer to Darkhawk, he pulled back the hood to reveal his face. Something brought Darkhawk to his senses and his eyes fell upon the grim countenance of Gui Sun Paan. 
 
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NTO/SC/FM/CM Darkhawk/Raptor 2-2 (Raptor Six)/ISD II Devastator/OFF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FOCE=)[BRC][VC:Ebony]

OOC to Nazgul: All the rest of the X-wings Escaped. As well as a Corvette. Return to the Hangar and regroup. Gravin, Red5, Rogue, Ez8 and Shino Kisake headed to the hangar and are waiting for the rest of Nazgul. Minerva and Buminator were just assigned and reporting in.
 
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CMDR/OC Gravin/Nazgul 1-1/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=SA=)(=SCPA=)[VCB]
First Owner of I'm Smart pin

OOC: This is my first time posting here so help me out if I do something wrong. IC: Keiran was chasing an X-wing that had gotten a shot of at him, he hadn't liked it and wanted his revenge. He'd matched speeds with the fighter so he wouldn't fly past it and linked all his lasers. Finally getting bored of scarying the pilot to death, he ended it with a torp taking him out. With that he pulled up into a spin bring him into a dogfight with two A-wings, he didn't even bother to glance at his shields for he knew he could avoid most of the fire and his shields were high. He shot the top of one of the A-wing's engine, his right. Sending the fighter into an endless spin while he hit the other one with another torp, blowing it into an oblivion.
 
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Keiran Halcyon
Venom Squadron

FM/CRW Keiran/Venom 1-3/SpecOps Wing/VCF DeathScythe/VEN/VE

  Admiral Paan stood over Darkhawk for a moment and peered down into his eyes. Darkhawk felt something wash over him and realized that Paan was reaching out to him with the Force, trying to touch his mind. The Jedi Master reeled back sharply all of a sudden and stared at the near-lifeless pilot below him again. Obviously he hadn't expected to feel nothingness there in the young man's mind. Not the emptiness that comes from dying, but the fact that he was almost completely severed with the Force.   "How could I have missed this?" Paan mumbled to himself, inaudible to everyone else.   "Sir?" Bear questioned. "Is there a problem?"   Paan whirled around to face the other officers in the room. "Yes, there's a problem, and one I plan to remedify immediately. Get this man off of that interrogation table and take him to the medical wing. Now. Before it's too late." Several of the younger men scrambled to unstrap Darkhawk and find a stretcher so they could get him down to the closest bacta ward. Paan turned to Dest. "Dest, I need you to come back with me to the fleet, unless you just really are against it."   "You mean, a return to active duty?" Paan nodded. "Why do you need me?"   "It would just be nice to have someone with some old battle experience out there. I'd like you to be my adjutant."   Dest thought about it for a moment. "All right, I'll go."   "Do you mind taking the rank of Captain?" Dest blinked. "I can't just bring you back in at Vice Admiral after the time you've been gone. It would be cheating the other pilots that have moved up so far in the ranks since then."   Dest laughed to himself. That list of pilots included Paan himself, who now held Dest's old rank. "Okay, sir. It sounds good to me. Let me go get my things and find my other uniform."   "I've already got one for you aboard my transport," Paan said. "Worry about changing later. Right now I need you to run down to the medical ward with the rest of those fools and get Darkhawk loaded up into a portable bacta unit."     "What do you mean?"     "He's coming with us back to the battle. And make sure they give him the highest-quality, most potent bacta we've got here. He's only going to have a small amount of time to rest before I pull him out of his bath."   "Do you plan to interrogate him yourself?" Dest asked.   "No, not at all. But I do have something special in mind for him." Dest stared blankly into Paan's face, not really understanding what was going on. "I'll explain on the way, old pal. For now, just know that these orders come from Grand Admiral Kadaan himself."   Dest's eyes went wide open at that. "What would the Head of High Council want with this guy? I'll tell you, I think he's dangerous. There's something he wouldn't tell us . . . probably lots of somethings."   Paan's eyes narrowed. "So you almost killed him to find out?"   Dest stepped back from the Admiral's icy gaze. "We were only following orders."   "Right. I'll have to have a word with some people here about that. But not now. Hurry on down to the medical ward and do what I asked, Captain. I need to go check into something and I'll meet up with you at my shuttle in thirty minutes. It's on docking platform 67."   "Aye, aye, sir."
 
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NTO/SC/FM/CM Darkhawk/Raptor 2-2 (Raptor Six)/ISD II Devastator/OFF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FOCE=)[BRC][VC:Ebony]

OOC: um a tad bit confused so let me get this straight the battle for the navy capital is over and then now were doiing a battle for the VE capital or what? at least thats what i picked off of riels summary.
 
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WO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[SRC][VC:Ebony]

"Its the scared People who dont get anything done"
"theres no such thing as luck only skill"
"If you have Honor you deserve my respect"
-Navy's best pilot-

OOC: this is for the VE capital, wrap this up by Friday people... ---------------------------------- Riel stood on the bridge looking out at the battle.  The tide had turned to their favor.  The Deathscythe's manuever and the destruction of the SSD gave the Vast Empire the upper hand.  The fighter squadrons seemed to be having a fairly easy time with the Rebels.  So far, so good. It was time to have some fun, Riel thought with a grin.  He gave the orders to the Captain, which was basically, take out the ships by outnumbering individual ones, and went down to the hangar bay.  His TIE Defender, the Blitzkrieg, sat there, nearly unused.  Well, Riel thought, let's give this baby a test drive. "Wing Commander, this is Riel Fury," he said into the com.  "I'm ready to have a little fun."  He technically shouldn't do this, it wasn't safe. But he was getting bored on the bridge.  He took on the nearest A-wing.  His powerful lasers quickly shredded it into shrapnel.  "Where's it hottest, Kain?" he asked into the comlink. "Turn .84 if you want some real fun," he said back.  "It seems to be hottest around there." Riel grinned and headed in that direction.  Aegis was busy against two squadrons of X-Wings.  "Aegis, get out of there, I know how to handle them."  He switched on his cluster bomb.  After he felt that Aegis had left the area of damage, he let it loose.  The explosion was exactly what Riel expected.  It rocked the X-Wings, destroying 17 of them, leaving 7 crippled.  "Okay, finish them up." It felt good being in a fighter again.  He didn't expect he'd be doing it much more, so he took what fun he could while he could.  The fighter squadrons of the enemy had been diminished, but Kaph Squadron was completely wiped out, and quite a few people had been killed.  Sting Squadron was also destroyed, and Aegis and Viper had suffered some losses.  Well, it looked like they were in the wrap up phase of the battle.  Riel headed back to the Devastator.
 
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Rear Admiral (U) Riel Fury
Navy Commander In Chief
Krath Priest
Head Master's assistant in the VEDJ Academy
Cult Member in Elite Griffen Sect

Daishi stood there infront of Riel as he returned from the battle. "You should have given me some warning and I would have had your wing Riel.  I may not be much of a pilot but a TIE Horror doesn't need much of a pilot to put holes in enemy formations."  Daishi said as Riel glared at him in return. "Buzzkill."  Was all Riel said in return. Daishi walked to his quarters.  It had been a long battle and truth be told he was exausted to the point of collapse. Daishi slept in his uniform not bothering to take it off or shower.  Daishi knew the next phase would begin too soon for that. The bliss of sleep swept over Daishi and all too soon the comm would wake him.
 
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Barron Administrator Daishi
"If we had all knowladge then why would we seek what we already know and if we had no knowladge then how could we even ask the question?"  Plato
"Indeceant exposure is fun." Sonatina
"There are at least three sides to any situation." Me

The battle was taking it's toll. As tough as the Venom-Class Defenders were, they still needed fuel, and Japheth was running out. "Venom Squadron, heads-up, gimme a fuel count." Everyone reported in, they were all getting low. The battle had been long, and flying at such high speeds and with such manuverability spent fuel real fast. "Alright everyone, form up. We're gonna make one more pass and then head back to the DeathScythe, this battle is almost over anyway." (OOC: post a bit more Venom, I'm gonna land us Fruday night)
 
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Dark Jedi Knight and Ensign Japheth Cappadocious
SpecOps Wing and Venom Squadron Commander
WC/CMDR/ENS Japheth Cappadocious/Venom 1/SpecOps Wing/VCF DeathScythe/VEN/VE/[=SA=][=SCPA=][MC:1]
ECM/DJK Japheth Cappadocious/Krath Order/Griffen 1-4/VEDJ/VE

The battle was unfolding before Riel.  By luck or the Force, probably the Force, the Vast Empire had survived this battle with minimal losses.  A few small capital ships were destroyed, a squadron of TIE Droids, and Kaph and Sting, plus a few losses within the squadrons.  The Rebels, on the other hand, had lost all but a few Star Destroyers, and the fighters looked like maybe 2 ragtag squadrons.  "Bring Fury up on the Com," he told the communications officer. "What do you need, Riel?" Fury asked.  "I can't bail the Navy out of any jams right now."  Riel let a small grin crack the hard exterior of his face.  "Actually, do you need any air support?  We could do a quick strafe on one of the last strongholds before you bust them up." "That'd be fine," he replied.  "Fury out." "Aegis, take Nazgul and make run here and here on the planet," he said and sent the data to the pilots.  "Okay, time to bring the Atrus in to finish things off.  Power up the Interdictors into enclosure formation, they're not escaping." Riel stared coldly out into space as he saw ship after ship explode.  The Rebels were now severly overwhelmed by the forces of the Vast Empire.  Riel called the fighters back in when they got the confirmation of no more enemy fighters and the planetary bombardments were finished.  It was time for the big ships to play. Riel brought the Devastator and the Nemesis around the starboard of a Victory Star Destroyer, the largest ship left.  "Okay, unload on them."  The ships shields dropped rapidly under the fire of the two larger ships, and before long, the hull was breached.  Riel checked the data on the rest of the fleet.  This was the last ship left.  "Finish her off." The ship exploded into shrapnel, and cheers erupted over the coms from all the ships.  Riel surveyed the battle wreckage, nodded, and went to his chambers to meditate. --------------------------------- OOC:  Good job, Navy.  Aegis has had the most posts on the story, so they get the updated equipment, but good job by all.  On chapter 8, let's really knock them dead.
 
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Rear Admiral (U) Riel Fury
Navy Commander In Chief
Krath Priest
Head Master's assistant in the VEDJ Academy
Cult Member in Elite Griffen Sect