Casca followed Mr. Evenson's lead, primarily using quad laser fire to slowly reduce the indy-tie's shields. The indy tie had already lost.

"Good work Casca, keep shooting. Knock out the rear shields and I'll have a missile into his back end before he knows what's going on." Mr. Evenson said as he followed the droid into an exaggerated corkscrew with crewman Casca shooting semi-accurately into the droid's shields. The droid began to show the symptoms of a damaged craft as its engines could no longer reach the speeds that had been reached earlier.  Mr. Evenson continued his laser fire but was focused on getting the lock, getting the kill.

"Copy that, Sir." Casca watched as the Warrant Officer followed each of the indy-tie's movements precisely, as if he had flown with them before.  Casca appreciated the precision flying and tactics that Mr. Evenson was using.  It was something you would rarely see at the academy on Carida. 'Did you hear, Casca? Heldon got first in class!'...'Heldon! What about Mikel...and Jass? Each of them is twice the pilot Heldon is.'...'Hey, Casc? Didn't you beat Heldon twice in the sims?'...'Three times...' The truth was that Heldon had connections with one of the Moffs, Jass was untouched in skill when it came to maneuvers, and Mikel had the sharpest aim in three sectors.  Casca compared Mr. Evenson to Jass and Mikel.

Casca noticed the droid's shields drop and quickly drifted his interceptor toward Mr. Evenson's wing.  The missile launched perfectly and Casca immediately rolled off to the left.  The missile tailed the droid for a distance, catching up with its ion trail and lodging itself in what would have been the rear view port.  The droid  did not explode as much as it collapsed on itself.  The cockpit puffed into a column of smoke and the pylon's folded in as the indy-tie dropped like a dead weight toward the ground.

"That's another one down, good work Casca." Mr. Evenson added after pulling away from the shrapnel and debris. His tie went unscathed, and he brought his fighter around to scan the area and meet up with Casca.

"Thank you, Sir." Casca replied, bringing his interceptor around and setting his sights on Mr. Evenson. He made a mental note.  Half kill he would paint half of a white tie on his cockpit and his helmet.  A beep came from Casca's data pad, and target information immediately began to upload from it to his targeting computer.  Mr. Evenson had sent the target data, he concluded as he brought his fighter's thrust up to match his commander's.  They were now going a droid following Nazgul Three, Ensign Henderson.  Casca made it a point to remember ranks, as he though chain of command was crucial in militant settings.

Both interceptors dived as Mr. Evenson and Casca barrel rolled toward Mr. Henderson's location. Casca wanted to check his scanners, feeling an eerie presence, but his focus was on following Mr. Evenson one hundred percent.  He made another mental note, check scanners!  The pilots pulled up in unison and with all eight blaster cannons firing.  Two bolts from Mr. Evenson connected with the rear of the droid as well as two of Casca's blasts.  "Chip, we're right behind you and going to give you a hand with this droid," the SC said as he began to attain a missile lock.

Casca was not focusing on missiles, only the success of the mission and the kill at hand.  He did, however, take a split second to check his scanners to see that all was clear.  Casca fired off another round of destruction into the droids shields, but most of the shots missed.  He was tapping his scanners to make sure that there weren't any problems with the video feed when the droid broke from Mr. Henderson's ion trail and set its sights on Nazgul Flight Three.  Casca waited a second for an order before making his own decision.  Casca broke hard and followed the fighter with the only intention of catching up.

It seemed that Casca was leading the assault on the droid as he followed it into an upward climb.  The droid then made a quick dive as Casca rolled in to follow.  Mr. Evenson and Henderson were neck and neck but still too far back to fire without hitting Casca in the process.  He could fall back and regroup, leaving the droid room for escape, or he could punch the throttle and handle the tie himself.  Casca diverted more power to the twin ion engines and fired two short bursts in the indy-tie's direction.

Mr. Henderson had caught up with Casca, adding his own green bolts to the one's already pounding damage into the droid.  The tie made a wide turn around, leaving Mr. Henderson and Casca in a bind.  Mr. Henderson followed the maneuver, but it set him back a few meters.  Casca veered off, up and away before rolling into a bit of an immelman and turning his craft toward the indy-tie as he leveled out.  The roll away had worked, and Casca was in ideal missile range.  Casca armed his concussion missile and waited for the signal from his targeting computer...three...two....one! Fire!!  The missile shot out of the underside of Casca's interceptor, thrusting off and into the upper half of the droid's rear cockpit.  This explosion must have ignited the fuel line immediately because Mr. Evenson was caught in the fire as he passed by.

"Alright, Casca will be part of Flight one for the moment. We're going to go and help out flight three, got it?" Mr. Evenson ordered as he recharged his shields and pulled up to Casca and Mr. Henderson.

"Copy that, Trev!" Mr. Henderson answered as he fell back to form up on Mr. Evenson's wing.

"Copy that, Sir!" Casca replied, rather enthusiastically before cutting his throttle enough to slow down to Mr. Evenson's speed but not stall and tumble toward the ground.  He checked his scanners and then focused on staying in formation with Nazgul One and Three.

"Target acquired, firing in ten!" Crewman Dane said as flight three trailed a weakened tie droid.  Crewman Cael and Petty Officer Dagoram were lined up with Dane, firing in turns at the droid as it tried to escape. "Nine..."

"Kriff it, Valin. I said I have it!" Crewman Cael said as she fired and missed the indy-tie's pylon.

"Seven..." Crewman Dane said, frustrated with Crewman Cael to no end.  Flight one followed closley behind them as they fired at two ties that were trailing flight three.

"Kriff it, I said I HAVE IT!" Crewman Cael said as she took a bit of a lead on Crewman Dane and fired a successful shot at the tie.

"Five..."

"Stand down, Delia.  Valin has it!" Mr. Dagoram said as he kept two lengths back from Crewman Dane.

"Two..."

"I'm taking it!" Crewman Cael said as she jerked her fighter in front of Crewman Dane's and fired continuously and unrelentlessly at the indy-tie.

"One....!#*&....MOVE!" Crewman Dane yelled as His missile left his interceptor and went strait for Crewman Cael's.  He reached out with his right hand to press the missile abort button but it was too late to do anything but divert the missile into her left pylon and send he tumbling into the formation of the entire Squadron.

Casca would here curses from all directions as what would later be described as a pod race pileup in the air unfolded.  Crewman Cael's pylon flew up and back toward Mr. Dagoram.  Mr. Dagoram rolled right, nearly hitting Crewman Dane who had slowed down to avoid collision with Crewman Cael.  The pylon connected with one of the indy-tie's shields, overloading them and causing both tie's to dive and escape in the confusion of the moment.

Crewman Cael's craft tumbled backwards and to the right, coming strait at Casca who followed the escaping ties while diving out of the way.  Mr. Evenson and Mr. Henderson both came out unharmed and hit their thrusters to follow the front indy-tie who thought he could get away.

"What the HELL happened?" Mr. Henderson asked as he followed the indy-tie into an upward barrel roll, Mr. Evenson following tightly behind his interceptor.

"Valin, follow Casca. Tomas, go after Delia! Copy?" Mr. Evenson ordered taking advantage of each pilot's position.

"Copy that, Sir. I'll see if I can't ground her safely." Mr. Dagoram replied.  Nazgul Nine executed a rollaway and hit his throttle hard to catch up with Crewman Cael who was falling rapidly.  Mr. Dagoram was experienced enough to pilot a damaged craft to safety, but how could he get another craft down.

"Copy that, Sir.  I'm tailing two now!" Casca replied as he continued to dive after the runaways.

"Delia...DELIA...come in!" Mr. Dagoram said as he caught up with her fighter and tried to keep from connecting with the falling craft.

"Copy, Sir!" Crewman Dane reported as he leveled out and brought his interceptor around and hit his throttle.  The confusion was still there, and Nazgul's formation had been shattered.  The crewman dived to follow Casca and the two droid ties.  Casca began firing on the two, one being too damaged from the debris and struggling with just staying level. The tie bucked and started to slow.  Casca realized that the pylon must have triggered a fuel leak, because the droid began to fall out of the sky with no warning.

"Kriff it all. I...I can't...I can't control it!" Crewman Cael said in a panic.

"Nazgul Twelve, engage the falling fighter in case it's a feint trick. I'll keep on this one's back until you confirm that he's gone down." Casca said, in a tone that somewhat resembled an order.  The Crewman did not question the logic, however, and followed the falling tie.  Crewman Dane fired off a few well placed shots until the craft burst into flames, crashing into a squad of fleeing stormtroopers on the ground.

"Delia, you have to bail out.  You have to level out your fighter and bail!" Mr. Dagoram instructed as Ms. Cael came closer and closer to the ground and a painful death.

"Confirmed, coming back to you, Seven!" he informed as he pulled up, not wishing to watch the burning soldiers beneath him.

"It won't respond!  I've got no controls!" she replied as the ship came closer and closer to destruction.

"Copy, Twelve. Hurry, he's targeting ground troops, and I can't get a lock on him!" Casca said as he kept his cool and sent all his power to his thrusters in an attempt to reach missile range.

Senior Crewman Delia Cael's Tie Interceptor crashed into the test site field on Abrae during the mission designated "Automation".  The cause of this incident has been defined as "friendly fire" from Senior Crewman Valin Dane in the form of a concussion missile.  It has been determined that this was a result of Crewman Cael's refusal to follow the orders of her Flight Leader, Petty Officer First Class Tomas Dagoram.  It has also been decided that Senior Crewman Valin Dane holds no responsibility for the incident.  Crewman Cael incurred several injuries following the crash including multiple head injuries, a broken cheek bone, a concussion, and lacerations to the chest and neck from the restraints of her cockpit.

"Copy," Twelve replied, "Holy SithSpit!!! Cael just..."

"Sir, Nazgul Ten just crash landed somewhere near Dar's position.  Not much fire, and it looks like the cockpit is only banged up." Nazgul Nine said, a hint of sorrow in his voice, but still keeping his professionalism.

"Copy that, Nine.  Dar, get on that ASAP," Mr. Evenson instructed as he fired away at the indy-tie he was following.

"Calm down, Twelve I need your help with this one!" Casca said as he fired off a few shots at his bandit.  They had already passed the skiff and were now in a high speed pursuit over the forest.

"Copy, Seven.  I'm en route!" Twelve said, looking away from the destruction behind them.

((OOC: Dane, if I didn't exactly follow your character, sorry. I havn't seen enough of him to know what he would do.))
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[-=Nazgul Squadron=-]
[-=Phoenix Wing=-]
FM/CRW Casca "Black Curse" Phennir/Nazgul Squadron 2-7/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF OFF/VEN/VE[VC:B][BWC]
SDJ-75-13

Marcy and some of the pilots who had already had their craft destroyed worked together to pull the tiles off a trap door that was hidden near the edge of the room. It was their entrance to the tunnel below, and James had suggested they leave sooner. They were close to having Nazgul beat, but the stormtroopers outside were working faster then previously anticipated.

"I'm going to have to relinquish control to the VE people if we want to get out of here on time." James said, his brow glistening under the lights of the barracks.

"How long can we hold onto the fighters for?" Marcy asked as he tossed a tile across the floor. James looked towards the doorway then back to his computer monitor.

"I'd say we have another minute before we need to give up control if we want to escape with time to get to the landing craft." James replied as he checked a few things on his computer. Marcy stood for a moment and wiped his sleeve to his forehead before instructing two men to pull the trap door open.

"If that's all the time you can buy us, so be it. You've all done a commendable job, keep the good work up. I'd-" Marcy began but was knocked off his feet as a loud blast revrebrated through the whole room. He pulled himself up with help from James and dusted himself off. "What the hell was that?"

"They've got the door part way down. If we wait another minute here we'll be caught for sure." One of the pilots panted, having just ran from checking on the door. Marcy's eyes flared with anger, things were not going at all the way he wanted them to go. First they were discovered, now they would fail in destroying Nazgul Squadron.

"Let's get out of here. James, give up control now. Everyone direct your fighters at the ground!" Marcy hollered before walking over to James' terminal and watching over his shoulder. He waited 5 seconds for everyone to direct their fighter at the ground before he typed a command. A moment later all the screens went blank and they lost control of the fighters.

"Ok everyone, down the trapdoor!" Marcy yelled once more, practically throwing the nearest man through the hole in the floor to the cold earth below. Men left their terminals and hurried to the trap door, jumping down two at a time and taking off at a dead run down the tunnel.

"What about our stuff! If they find it, they'll trace it to us." James exclaimed, pointing at the computers. Marcy nodded and pulled a duffle bag out of the tunnel. A moment later he and James were setting thermal detonators on all the equipment, only one having a main timer though. The others would all explode as the first one did. When James had finished his handful he hopped down the trap door and motioned for Marcy to hurry. Just as the other man was on his way to the door, James slammed it closed and rammed a shovel that was sitting there from the digging through the handle and into the dirt. He saw it lift as Marcy attempted to lift the door, but the shovel was embedded in the dirt far to well.

A second later her heard another small explosion and then the sound of feet and some yelling.

"Who are you? Put your hands up! My God, he's got the place rigged to blow!" He heard from above, as well as Marcy's screams for mercy. The sound of a blaster went off and James could tell that Marcy had swung at someone trying to capture him. He heard the body crumple on top of the trap door and heard the troopers scrambling above.

James quickly turned and rushed towards the farthest end of the tunnel. Behind him he heard an incredibly loud explosion and instinctivly ducked. Small peices of dirt fell on him from above, but other then that he was fine. He slowed his pace to a jog and couldn't help but smile to himself. Captured by troopers and then blown up as he worked to keep them from finding out who it was. He'll die a hero like he always wanted and I'll be next in line for his job. James thought to himself as he jogged.

*** In The Air ***

Trevor was lining up a shot with help from Chip when out of no where the droid fighters angled downward no matter where they were in the sky. Trevor hesitated long enough to ask a question of command.

"Uh, we're having something odd going on. The droids have angled ground-ward and aren't changing their course. Did you guys gain control?" Trevor asked, making sure he didn't lose his lock and slowing down as the ground made itself larger and more detailed ahead of him.

"Well, not really. We still need a few seconds to regain manual control and land them ourselves, but they are no longer under control of whoever had hijacked them." The scientist Trevor had spoken to earlier informed him. Trevor nodded his head, happy that the droids were no longer going to try and destroy his squadron.

"Are we clear to land?" Trevor asked, angling his fighter away from the plummeting droid.

"You have clearance to land in the same place as before. We appreciate your help, commander." The scientist said. Trevor could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Roger that, Nazgul will be landing shortly, clear the zone for us. Out." Trevor said, making sure that the message was sent on the squadron channel as well. "We're done up here ladies and gents, lets take it to the ground and see what they want to yell at us about."

The acknowledgment was silent. The squadron had taken a few losses and half of them were on the ground. The group slowly turned and began their way back to the landing field. On his way there, Trevor noticed a few burning buildings, including one that seemed to be farther out of the danger zone. Must have been where the people controlling the droids were hiding... He mused to himself as he flew.

"Nazgul, form up along side me. We're going to make a pass on the command tower." Trevor ordered, and watched as a few people silently formed up near him.

"Isn't that against the rules?" Tomas questioned as he formed up on Trevor's immediate left.

"Probably." Trevor replied with a laugh as he pushed his throttle to its stops. The rest of Nazgul followed suit and the remaining pilots from Nazgul squadron gracefully soared past the command tower at top speed. Trevor heard someone trying to yell at him over the comm but switch the unit to the Nazgul frequency. "Alright, now that we're all in trouble, let's land these bitches."

It was only a minute longer until he was carefully setting his fighter down on the ground of the landing field and popping the main hatch. His ears were greeted by the roaring of a small crowd of people, accompanied by the screech of the other TIEs as they soared overhead on their landing approaches. He climbed out of the cockpit and gave a small wave to the group of scientists and other military personalle before hopping down the the pylon that held the wing to the craft and being helped to the ground. It took him a moment to realize that he had stepped on something very hot when he hopped to the pylon and the soles of his flight boots had melted through.

He looked around him and noticed the other pilots getting similer welcomes as they jumped down from their fighters. He waved the group over to him and put an arm around Tomas shoulders.

"You did good out there rookie. All of you did one hell of a job." He said to the group. A second later a pair of white lab coat wearing scientists were pushed aside and Darius stepped through the crowd, followed by the other pilots who had been grounded. Trevor slapped Darius on the back and stuck his hand out to a man he didn't recognize. "You're Sol I take it?"

"The one and only." The man replied, shaking Trevor's hand.

"You guys are crazy SOBs. Do you know how much shit we're going to get in?" Trevor asked, putting on his best pissed off face and sounding as mad as he could. Sol, Darius and the other pilots all jumped a little, shocked at this sudden change. Trevor held the face before breaking into a laugh. "What kind of mission would it be if we didn't get into a hell of trouble over something."

OOC: Alright, so I got us landed. Not my best post but you'll see more out of me now. You can all still post any aerial combat between the last post (Tom's/Casca's) or you can skip straight to landing and work on some Character development. Good work everyone, but this isn't done yet. The de-briefing will be posted either tomorrow night or sunday night/monday afternoon.
 
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SC/ESN/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 1(1-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)(=*SA*=)[VC:B][LSM][BRC][SWC][GWC]

The VEN`s #1 writer as of ESC `06

Clearly Canadian!

Casca fired a few more shots off at the indy-tie, his interceptor slowly falling away from the faster, more aerodynamic target.  He realized that there was no way he would be able to keep up with it.  "Nazgul Twelve, I think it's going to get away.  I just lost missile range, fall back and..."

"Wait, it's going...SHIT!"  Crewman Dane yelled as the indy-tie angled downward and crashed into the trees below.  "Does that count as a kill?" he asked as he broke away from the column of smoke now rising from the fiery foliage.  A thick chimney of smoke added to the others that littered the ground beneath the battle.  It looked like the burning petrol fields Casca would see during his patrols of Haimun III.  Hundreds of petrol fields were painted up by his command staff for destruction.  The 74th Starfighter Wing would light up the fields with their bombs for weeks until the oil dependent planet was left completely dry and helpless, having to fall at the Empire's feet for mercy.

"Uh, we're having something odd going on.  The droids have angled ground-ward and aren't changing their course.  Did you guys gain control?" Mr. Evenson said over the com.  Casca sighed, the mission was over and he hadn't yet a chance to prove his potential to his new commander.  He sighed once more, I did what I could, dammit...I could have done better though!  He would chastise himself more when he had the chance.  For the time being, he would regroup with his squadron and prepare for debriefing.

"Well, not really. We still need a few seconds to regain manual control and land them ourselves, but they are no longer under control of whoever had hijacked them."  The tech said, Casca wasn't paying him any mind and failed to hear this bit of information.  He checked all of his combat systems on his way back, just in case the droids were trying to pull a trick.

"Are we clear to land?" Mr. Evenson asked just as Casca and Crewman Dane came into visual range of the scorching skiff from earlier.  One of the pilots seemed to be coming out of the woods and walking toward it.  He realized that he must have been thrown from the skiff when it was attacked since he was returning from the woods and had no business being in the woods.

"You have clearance to land in the same place as before. We appreciate your help, commander."  Same place as before? Didn't the hanger bay get kriffed up by a crashed fighter? Casca thought as he passed over the skiff and bared in on the crashed tie of Crewman Cael.  It was not burning like the others, but there was some smoke that floated up and diluted into the clear Abrea air.

"Roger that, Nazgul will be landing shortly, clear the zone for us. Out."  Casca heard Mr. Evenson comment, "We're done up here ladies and gents, lets take it to the ground and see what they want to yell at us about."  Casca passed over Crewman Cael's tie interceptor and continued toward the remaining, airborne pilots of Nazgul Squadron.  He had survived another mission in the name of his lord, the Emperor.  Casca had always felt a certain loyalty to the empire.  Even if he could no longer fight for his Admiral Thrawn, simply fighting with a piece of the dissolved Empire would due.

"Nazgul, form up along side me. We're going to make a pass on the command tower." Mr. Evenson ordered the Squadron just as Casca came within two hundred yards of the three fighters.

"Yes Sir," Casca replied eagerly, not thinking about the reasoning behind the order.  He only followed orders, as any true Imperial would.  Crewman Dane and Casca formed up behind two of the three fighters, flying strait and level and trying to hold the formation as professionally as they could.

"Isn't that against the rules?"  Mr. Dagoram asked as he formed up next to Mr. Evenson.  Casca wondered about the rest of Nazgul.  It seemed as if he was the only member of flight two in the air, the other flights each held two members.  He made a mental note the the flights were almost even in losses.

"Probably."  Mr. Evenson said as the five tie interceptors whined past the command tower in an awe inspiring scene of triumph.  If Casca cared, he may have shed a tear but as it was, he viewed it as just another mission.  Why is this mission so special, we should be landing, not flying circles for the audience's amusement.  Isn't that what show pilots are for?  Casca thought to himself, but he dared not compete with Mr. Evenson's orders.

Casca waited thirty seconds after Mr. Evenson landed to start his descent to the landing pad.  He didn't like landing interceptor's on their pylons, it was just bad form when the technology of fighter racks was so much easier on the fighter and didn't put as much wear and tear on them. Casca sighed and landed his interceptor near Mr. Dagoram's.  He shut down all his systems individually, a slow and painstaking process that left him drained but with a feeling of personal fulfillment for being so thorough.  Casca removed his restraints and climbed out of the hatch, sliding along the side of the cockpit and landing on his feet in a squat before standing and brushing himself off.


"You did good out there rookie. All of you did one hell of a job." Mr. Evenson said as he put his arm around the third flight leader.  Casca stood outside the huddle that had started to form and removed his flight helmet, which he was having a bit of trouble with since it had not been fitted properly.  In fact, by the time he did get it removed, his neck began to hurt, and he was rubbing it constantly in an attempt to rub away the pain.

"You're Sol I take it?"  Mr. Evenson asked to one of the pilots with the second flight leader.  In truth, Casca felt a bit left out of all this, he had only been with the squadron for less than an hour, but none of them really recognized them as a new member.  He didn't care, he wasn't exactly a people person anyway, he liked fighters better and had always gotten along with them better than any human being.  Casca slipped past the squadron and retired to the research complex so that he could report back to his training officer.
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[-=Nazgul Squadron=-]
FM/PO2 Casca "Black Curse" Phennir/Nazgul Squadron 2-7/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF OFF/VEN/VE(=*A*=)[VC:B][BWC]
SDJ-75-13

They'd landed only an hour ago and had already found themselves sitting in the debriefing room. Trevor was relieved that he didn't have to give the debriefing though, and willingly collapsed into one of the comfortably padded chairs that was set up in the makeshift room. The chairs were scattered about in front of a small stand that had Iving standing behind it. He crossed his arms and stared at the group of Nazgul pilots with a bemused but half-angry look on his face.

"You caused the destruction of eight of twelve extremely expensive prototype fighters. Five percent of our facility was destroyed, and an entire squad of storm troopers were killed when a bunker exploded. Yet I still have to thank you." He sighed, unfolding his arms and placing his hands on the edges of the stand. He looked down at his shoes and shook his head before looking back at the squadron. "A fine piece of work you did. Had you not taken the action you did, our losses would have been much worse."

Trevor let out a sigh of relief that he felt was shared by the rest of the group. Jen, who was sitting next to him, also sighed and playfully punched him in the arm. She had been knocked unconscious during her crash landing but was quickly revived and sent to the debriefing. Trevor was glad she was fine but knew that she was also going to be removed from the squadron by his own choice. He wanted to simply downgrade her from XO, but he felt that something had affected her flying, and during a small chat before the debriefing she had agreed with him.

"Giving all of you guys and girls the entire facts would be something I'd like to do, but sadly, most of what has happened today is going to be under classified review before it can be released, even to you." Iving informed them, holding up a folder that he had sitting on the stand. Trevor assumed that it was filled with documents pertaining to their destruction of the droid fighters and the sudden loss of control by the Imperial scientists. "That means that I'm about done, but I believe your commander wants to say a few words. So now I'll open the stand to Ensign Evenson."

"Ensign?" Trevor asked, thinking he had asked the question in his mind.

"Yes sir, Ensign. During the last hour what you have done here has been relayed to Navy Command and they decided that your actions in protecting our primary test facility deserved a triple promotion." Iving informed him. Trevor rose, shocked but thrilled none the less that he had been promoted a triple jump, something that hadn't happened that often in the Navy. He made his way behind the stand and cleared his throat, but the words didn't come to him right away.

"Well...uh...Lets see here. I have an announcement or two to make. One that comes to mind at the moment though. I'm proud of everyone who fought today, and although we suffered losses, we showed that as a group we can work together quite well." Trevor said, pausing to wipe his forehead on his sleeve and take a deep breath. "On the downside though, we're going to have to bid farewell to one Jen Knight. She's being transferred out of the squadron upon her own request, sort of, and although it was good to have her back around, not all good things can last."

Most of the squadron seemed unphased, and the only person who seemed to show anything aside from himself and Jen was Darius. It was a very minor thing, but Trevor just managed to catch the slight flick of something across his face that showed a little bit of disappointment. He probably wouldn't admit it ever, but Trevor had a feeling that Darius had similar feelings as himself when it came to the fact that most of the Nazgul of not to long ago was gone.

"Aside from that, a few other minor squadron changes will be made, but I think we can worry about that later. To all of you, I'd like to offer my congratulations. You've done well and I wouldn't want to be a commander of any other squadron. Let's get packed up and head back to the Atrus, I bet they miss us by now." Trevor laughed, cross his arms and leaning backwards a little bit. "Dismissed, and congratulations on an excellent job."

The squadron cheered with the except of Jen and Darius. Jen looked slightly disappointed and happy at the same time, and Darius was keeping a straight face that Trevor had grown accustom to. Things are going to change a bit here, but in the mean time it's time to get back to what we do best. He thought to himself as he watched the pilots begin to make their way out of the room to collect their gear from their barracks. It'd be a long flight back to the Atrus, perfect time for Trevor to catch up on his sleep before the group was sent across VE space on their next mission.

*** Mission Success ***

OOC: Alright, so we're done. Expect the new story post to be up tonight or tomorrow, Sunday at the latest. Sorry thatthings havn't been going on schedule, but occasionally life doesn't like to cooperate. Good work everyone.

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SC/ESN/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 1(1-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)(=*SA*=)[VC:B][LSM][BRC][SWC][GWC]

The VEN`s #1 writer as of ESC `06

Clearly Canadian!