Shazam coughed gruffly, hiding his fist at first beneath his armpit, but then relinquishing it to check if the sputum was the same nasty red color it has been since yesterday evening.  Seeing that it was the familiar and, comparatively friendly, yuk that he'd seen in the past, he gave an abysmal smile and rubbed the excess on the seat of the transport.

"Docking now, Commander."  Shazam dropped his head onto his shoulder, checking down the center aisle to check and make sure the pilot wasn't looking back for approval.  Since the beginning of the flight the man had stumbled twice, dropped a dish and nearly unsealed the airlock after 'mistaking it' for the refresher.  Shazam lifted an eyebrow, brushing the top of his lip, momentarily swearing himself for not allowing the mustache and beard to grow.  Then, as if, though his initial analysis told him the pilot was a klutz, some inner-conscious knocked his sensibilities on it's but and said- "But I bet he's a good guy..."  Shazam didn't let it bother him and turned to the small window to his right- the hanger bay of the Doashim wasn't quite as clear and clean as it had been only a few months ago.  Of course, a half year ago Shazam had been leading Nazgul into battle with the Doashim at his side.  Since then there had been various renovations to repair heavy damage, though Shazam knew that Arturus probably took pride in every re-modeling, saying to his executive officers whenever he passed- "It builds character!"  Shazam chuckled to himself, realizing that, though Art might say something like that, he'd probably round on one of his officers if they'd said it instead.

"Welcome back, Sir," the young attendant at the bottom of the ramp said only moments later.  Her eyes glinted in the suspended light and, despite the rest of the place looking like the aftermath of a millenia-long war, she appeared quite clean and neat.  Her hair was put up in Naval fashion while her clothing appeared fitted and almost new, as if this was the only chance she'd had to look such a way in far too long.

"And good it is to be back, Madam."  Shazam walked with as straight a back he could, making sure that the pilot caught his entrace.  "How's the wife and kids?"  The commander shrugged at last and lowered his overly-pompous posture.  Madam Meyiri smiled cutely at him and said politely-

"I am quite fine, as is my child.  Poya is still out on patrol, but he should be back soon."  Shazam remembered the dark haired man, his mustache simply mocking him every time he saw it; maybe Meyiri had made him shave it...  "He is one of five pilots on board right now- massive reconstruction had to be made on half of the ship due to extensive damage in a battle about two weeks ago..."  She spoke softly, but Shazam manged to pay attention as he surveyed the electricians and mechanics across the walls of the hanger bay.

"Yea- I like what you've done with the place..."  He pointed to the divide between the Imperial white wall and the gutted extension beyond, it's panels torn out to reveal the loose wiring and burns crawling through some of the infrastructure.

"It will take some time, but we should be up and running in about fifteen days...  The Captain is waiting for you on the bridge- I think he is excited to hear you've come."  Shazam grinned once again, knowing that Arturus might deny the notion, but was glad Meyiri had told him so.  Five minutes later they'd reached the final corridor before the bridge, the walls and floors in perfect condition compared to the hanger from which he entered.  "Stop by the medical wing some-time; Poya and I would love to hear what you've been up to since last we spoke."  Shazam nodded and said-

"Only if you wanna hear how many ways I can re-arrange my office..."  She smiled and waved goodbye, leaving in a hush as she usually did.  Glancing down the corridor, Shazam rolled his neck and re-sumed his best 'Wing Commander' march for the Captain.
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

WC|TO/CMD Shazam/Phoenix 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=MA=) (=*FOCE*=) [CBV*] [LoM] [LSM] [MC2] [VC:S] [SV*] [DSM] {Platinum Writing Medal}

Phoenix Wing Commander and Training Officer

Tally.
 
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SCAP, WADJ/1LT Corran "Arturus" Hargraves/STCR Doashim/VE/VEN/(=A=)(=SA=)(=*MA*=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[MC:1](x2)[SV][BRC][VC:B][CBV][LSM][LoC][BWC][SWC][GWC]

Jaden awoke to the alarms going off in the fighter.  He was coming back to real speed.  It had been nearly 14 hours since he had been on the hyperspeed route, and sleeping was the only thing to do.

Jaden checked the nav computer and all of the systems terminals.  Everything was on track, besides the fact that he seemed to be getting low on fuel.

Good thing I'm not paying for any of this fuel...

The stars began to appear back to their solid form, and the sleekly designed fighter dropped drastically in speed.  The interceptor model was not origninally built for hyperspeed travel: only in and out of hangers and into battle.  But, this fighter had its values.  This fighter was built for anything.  Anything...

The gloss black coloured fighter had been in his possesion nearly 15 years now.  Many memories were kept with the fighter through Jaden's challenges and journeys, but never did he forget the instance of his uncles death.  Fleeing the planet of Janeiro was one of the worst, but best decisions that the young pilot ever made.

Jaden quicly realized that he was back in realspace, with a strike cruiser sitting right in front of him.  Little did he realize, the officers aboard the Atrus must not have notified the Doashim of Jaden's early arrival, or there wouldn't have been half a squadron of interceptors traveling his way.

"Whoa, this is Vast Empire friendly craft, do not fire," said Jaden, brining the controls to his hand and queing his headset to the allied channel.

"Present your ships ID codes immediately, or prepare to be boarded," said a familiar voice.  It must not have been who he was thinking off, because this was an Impossible coincidence.

"Sending them through now.  Who am I speaking with right now?" said Jaden

"This is Lieutenant Commander Amason aboard the Strike Cruiser Doashim.  I have ord-"

Jaden cut him off quick.

"Come on now Am...you aren't seriously second guessing me here, now are you?" said Jaden

There was an awkward silence.

"Whoa....is this Jaden?" said Amason

"Who else do you think it is?"

"Well....I mean"

"Yes, yes, you know its me.  Those ID codes sure have better checked out...." said Jaden

Or atleast I hope so....

"You are good to land in our main fighter hanger, Hanger D-14 section B," said Amason, "Nice to hear from you.  See you on board"

A smile appeared on Jaden's face as he brought the fighter to a new heading.  He had never been on the Doashim, but now he had to accept the fact that this could be his final resting place before heading into retirement.  Or could this be his permenant position as Sentinel Squadron commander?

Jaden quickly hopped out of the fighter after smootly landing it in the hanger bay.  Sliding down the ladder, Jaden noticed that a couple of techs were scrambling around with an interceptor and looked as if they were having trouble.  Jaden give them a quick wave, knowing that they would get the work finished.

The door leaving the hanger hissed open and presented the innards of the Doashim.  Jaden had noticed it on his way in, but not until now did he see the real extent of the damage on the strike cruiser.  Rubbel was scattered about in the hall, and techs were scrambling about, trying to get the repairs done as quick as possible.  There wasn't much time left before the Doashim would set out on a new course for a new mission.

Jaden followed the ships grid to his newly assigned office.  It looked as if it had been used before.  Really used.  The walls were a bit of a stain of yellow, and the entire room smelled like tar from cigarettes.  Coffee mugs were scattered about the desk and the computer terminal had dust all over it.  Nobody had bothered to clean up their previous mess before they took all of their paperwork and left the office, but Jaden didn't mind.  He could get used to the worn feeling, because that was about the feeling that his body was feeling at that point in time.  Worn

Jaden turned the computer terminal on and lit up a small cigarillo.  He was stressed out from the long, and boring flight.  Not often did he go on long distance travels, but this one was extra boring.  He had nobody with him, no music to listen to (Due to the fact that the fighter had some wiring issues that needed to be tended to.  The radio being one of those.)

Jaden had already known that Shazam was on board, but as far as other things he knew, he was the only pilot out of the squadrons of the VE that was on board.  As the computer terminal came to life, Jaden took a drag off of the miniature cigar and let the smoke begin to fill the room.  Log on screens began to appear.  Jaden quickly logged in, hoping that his new information was already ran into the networking aboard the ship, and to his suprise, it was.  New message windows popped up all over the screen, and Jaden knew what laid before him.  Another job commanding a squadron.

Hopefully it'll work out this time....


 
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Jaden Khaar
NazgulSquadron
Naval Academy Executive Officer
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SCM/2LT Jaden Khaar/Sentinel 1-1 (Sentinel 1)/Phoenix Wing/STR Doashim/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) (*=TE=*) [VC:S][LSM][SV][CBV](x2)[GWC]
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TXO/2LT Jaden Khaar/Venom 1-2 (Venom 2)/Phoenix Wing/Platform Saratoga/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) (*=TE=*) [VC:S][LSM][SV][CBV](x2)[GWC]