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Arturus
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  Kaph Squadron Story Thread May 31, 2007 10:02:09 PM    View the profile of Arturus 

 
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  Temporary Assignment June 10, 2007 4:41:53 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
One Hour Before Banquet


Two people in Imperial uniform stood in the royal garden in the palace of Jeeda.  One was a tall, thin male with sandy blonde, messy hair and brown eyes.  He had the rank plaque of an Ensign upon his chest.  The other was an attractive female with long, dark hair and vivid green eyes.  Each had an arm around the other.

"So, how was it with Kal in control while I was gone?" asked the man.

"It wasn't too bad, he did work us a little hard with the simulators though," replied the woman.  "Though probably went a lot better than your trip, Than?"

"Do you really want me to go there, Skylla?"

"Yes, I want to know how it was."

"Hmmm, everything went according to plan until some revolutionaries decided that they didn't like the government anymore.  The sad thing is their attack was when things started to go well.  Have I ever mentioned how much I hate politicians?"

He was about to elaborate when Senior Crewman Enzadi approached the couple with a grin.  "So sir, did they ever make up an official reason for our short assignment to Misoo?"

"Sort of, but it was very vague," replied Kaph 1.  "Something about temporary assignment until we can be fit in somewhere else."

"I don't know why they can't make things simple and actually say we are on vacation," remarked the Strangler.

"You want to know why?  It is because the politicians would start complaining that we were taking a couple of weeks off when we could be doing something productive elsewhere.  This is while they are golfing at their expensive country club on Abrae or Naboo or where ever."

"I see why the higher ups gave us 'a temporary assignment,' now.  They didn't want you to go crazy on their asses after they forced you to deal with politics for a week."

Both Skylla and Sion laughed.  "Hey, you never know.  I guess we should head for our seats now.  We wouldn't want to deprive Lord Tenett of more praising time."


Kaph 9, Slightly Before the Attack


Skylla was at one of the Kaph/Nazgul tables.  She was eyeing up the ditzy blonde that the "Lord" assigned to Than as an assistant.  Well, she was officially more like a guide, but that didn't lessen the fact that she didn't like her.  Look how she is all over him, making it too obvious of what is going through her mind.  The little whore doesn't even like him, she just knows that he has power and thinks she can take advantage of that fact.  If she keeps it up I am going to end up damaging that pretty little face of hers before nightfall!

The little hologram waiter showed up in front of Than.  "Hello and welcome to the Royal Palace of Jeeda.  Lord Tenett and the rest of the Royal Family welcome you to their home and wish to express their great thanks for yours as well as your fellow Imperials service to this planet.  Do you wish to order at this moment?"

"Actually, I would, thank you," replied Than, seemingly oblivious to the suck up nature of the woman.  "I'll have the Fenii dish, please."

"Excellent choice, sir."  The waiter looked over to the blonde and repeated her pointless praise. 

"I'll have what the Lieutenant is having," said the assistant in her annoying voice.

"You know what, I'll have what Sion and Claudia are having too," cut in Skylla before the waitress could repeat the message again.  Don't even try it chicken legs.  I know what you are up to.  Back down, he's mine!

All of a sudden the holo system completely shut down and the lights dimmed to nothing...


Kaph Leader


Than Sion had a feeling that things were not right.  Of course, this was beyond the fact that Claudia hadn't been found dead in a dumpster somewhere yet for all the flirting she was mindlessly risking.  He undid the strap on his holster, ready to draw it on a moments notice.  Not carrying a gun was one of the many things he didn't learn while on his tour with the politician.

"Silence," ordered a cold voice.  It was actually commanding enough that everybody shut up.  His image was just about as friendly as his voice.  Sion found that his gun was out of its holster at this point and hiding under the table with his left hand.  "The Planet Lives!" seemed to be the code word for the men in black, who started against the walls, to attack. 

(OCC: Art, here is your paragraph.)
Than didn't need an invitation, he brought up his pistol and started dropping terrorists while barking orders to Kaph.  "One and Two flight, we'll be immediately making a dash for the eastern bunker complex and will be using the Interceptors when things open up.  We'll have to shoot anything that gets in our way, so pick up any bigger guns you can find on the ground.  I have a feeling that this thing is bigger than just this room, so we'll be providing air support.  Three flight, since C-3PX2 is the most highly armed out of all of us, you will be helping the Royal Family escape.  I  wouldn't care if it was just Lord Brown Noiser, but his kids did nothing to us.  Rendezvous with us in the air once you successfully do that.  That is all, keep your eyes open and watch each other's backs."

With that, Kaph split into two groups, one heading for the Royal Family, which was now taking cover behind their table which was on its side.  The other, which was blasting its way toward the nearest exit.

For their numbers, the enemy wasn't very well armed.  A lot had Galactic Civil War era blasters, but many were carrying slug throwers or only blade weapons.  Though that didn't make them fish in a barrel considering most of the Imperial guests only had pistols.  Thinking that it would come in handy, Sion drew his vibro blade from its concealed place within his tunic.  It wasn't going to be easy getting out of here, but on the other hand it was far from impossible.

(OCC:  Kaph opening post is up, get posting!  I gave only vague objectives, be creative on how you fulfill them.)

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 10, 2007 6:51:32 PM    View the profile of Demonic 
Three weeks ago...


Kal hit the floor hard, the wind rushing out of his lungs. He frantically rolled to the side and got to his feet, narrowly avoiding downward stab that would have finished him. He held his vibrodagger ready, prepared to parry any attacks that came his way.

"Your still too slow!" Kelbier said, stabbing at his student. Kal fell to the side. "And stop being on the defensive all of the time! Do not count on your opponent to tire down before you, especially when your doing all of the running!"

Kal lunged forward, but his stab was parried with no apparent difficulty from the seventy year old Twi'lek. Kal began to feel his frustration boiling over. He moved in quickly, pressing his arm against Kelbier's to keep the knife away from him as he attempted to drive his blade into the man's neck. This failed miserably as the man ducked and elbowed him in the stomach,  sending him stumbling back. His master stabbed forward immediately, and the knife cut into Kal's unprotected stomach...


Kal swore under his breath as he disconnected from the VR machine. Kelbier got up from his chair and walked over to his student, grinning. "You got frustrated far too quickly. Remember, attacking in anger is only likely to get you stabbed. Calculating, well thought fighting is the way to do it.

"I know." Kal said dejectedly. "It's just, it seems like there's so little time to put great thought into anything. Your so damned fast."

The teacher grinned. "That's the biggest part of your learning -  Being able to predict your opponents actions and plot your own in only moments. As you learn, with a variety of opponents, you will be able to perfect this."

"Hm." Kal said, "But I don't have a lot of time, at least not soon. Not if I'm going to be leaving here in a couple of days." He said.

"You've learned a lot, but you still have to improve. Are you sure you want to go back now?" The Twi'lek said, walking over to the nearby table to fetch them some coffee.

"I have to. I dunno, it seems like since I left them something's been missing. I've certainly not flown nearly as much as I would like to." Kal said, nodding his thanks as he accepted the cup his teacher offered him.

"Very well. If you ever want to return, just contact me. Despite some of your... Weaknesses, you've been a great student, and good to have around."

"Thank you. I'll definitely keep in contact."

"Come now, enough of this talk. You wont leave for a few days yet. Let's go back to practicing." Kelbier said, nodding to the VR chairs.


Two and a half weeks ago...


Kal's eyes were fixed on the communicator display. She was absolutely beautiful, yet he'd never have the guts to tell her that. Damn him and his lack confidence!

"Your heading back to the Vast Empire?" Clair asked him. He nodded to the affirmative. "I wish you wouldn't. You've been dead useful around the empress, and we'll miss having you around." She said.

Kal suddenly didn't quite feel like going anymore - But he knew that'd be temporary. As much as he cared for her, he needed to go back to vast empire. He just needed to. Besides, it wasn't as if he'd never see her if he did?"

Just as if she read his mind: "You'll keep in touch, right?"

"Of course." Demonic said a bit quickly. "I'll visit too."

Clair grinned. "I'll see you then, I guess." She paused. "Be careful."

"I will." Said Kal. They broke connection, and once again, Kal inwardly cursed his cowardliness.

"Dark Raven" A hanger control officer said to him over his comset speakers. "You've been cleared to exit, through door G."

He sighed  This was it. He brought the engines to life, and the ship slowly hovered over the hangar floor. He increased power until the ship began to move forward, more and more quickly until it shot out of the Krayt Empress' second auxiliary hangar.

He watched the Krayt empress grow smaller in the distance  It was a huge ship, a behemoth among the largest of them. Roughly the size of a Super Star Destroyer, the Krayt Empress was apparently an old republic flagship at one point, and had been modified and refitted so many times it was impossible to tell what type of ship it was when it was first manufactured. Attached to it was a series of smaller capital ships.

The ship was the center of the Krayt Empress Trading organization, a thinly vailed smuggling and piracy group. They were friendly towards the Vast Empire, but were persecuted by Thrawn and New Republic forces frequently. Kal had become an honorary member due to his actions on their behalf, which including smuggling some very illegal things through republic controlled space. Clair was his copilot and supervisor, and had quickly become his friend. He wished they could be more, but he was simply lost with what to do with that regard.

The Krayt empress was soon only a spec, and he felt a pang of regret. He felt like he was saying goodbye to the ship, though he knew he would be back one day. He kicked in his hyperdrive, and it all blurred out...


Two weeks ago...


Kal landed the Dark Raven, then sat back in his pilot's seat and sighed.

He never should have left - Not only because he didn't find any trace of his family, but because he honestly thought it was a mistake. Kaph squadron had really become a big part of his life.

He scratched the blacks stubble on his face  He normally shaved quite vigilantly, but had neglected it recently. His hair was a mess, and he wore a thin scar along the side of his neck that he didn't have before he had left. It wasn't as if he had done nothing while he was away.

Kal stepped out of the ship, to be immediately greeted by Than Sion. He shook hands with his fellow pilot. "Thanks for seeing me." Demonic said as they began to head towards the hangar exit. He examined the place as they did  It hadnt changed at all. It was still the ship he and will had designed, what he considered a piece of art. The Tiamut was an escort carrier, a fighter hauler with guns. More then that, it was home to kaph squadron, and a realization of many daydreams and sketches. Two years ago, he never would have thought he'd have been involved in the creation of a custom military capital ship.

"Don't worry about it. Your a member of this squadron, even if you've left the service." Than replied. Kal grinned. Than didn't seem to have changed much, other then his rank  The insignia he wore now was Ensign, which made him an officer. He'd have to congratulate him later.

He wondered how the squadron was doing. Since he left, he had virtually no contact with Kaph or any of it's members, and had no idea of the current state of things. He didn't even know if the roster had changed at all in that time.

"So, what's new with the squadron?" Kal asked casually, sitting back.

"I'm the squadron commander now." Than said. Kal jumped in his seat  He wasn't expecting this.

"What about Will?" Kal asked, a bit worried - Surely Will hadn't been shot down or worse?

"He's now the full time captain of this ship." Than said, "He promoted me to Squadron Commander."

Kal sighed with relief. "Who's the new XO?" He was curious as to who held his former position.

Than shook his head. "Nobody as of yet. I haven't picked someone to fill in."

Kal nodded - Will had taken his time picking him as the executive officer as well. "Anyways, I have something to ask you. Do you think... Do you think it'll be alright if I come back?"

Than nodded. "I assumed that's why you returned." He said, grinning. "In fact, I'd like you to be my new executive officer while your at it."

Kal was definitely surprised over this. He was a good pilot, and an excellent technician, but Kal's leadership skills were somewhat lacking. He had stepped down without any hard feelings when Than had been chosen to replace him in the position - The pilot had earned every bit of his command. If will had stepped down from the squadron commander position, and Than was still as he remembered him, then the pilot was definitely the logical choice to take over.

"Uh... Sure. You certain you want me for the job though?" He asked. Than nodded.

"I am." Than said. He opened up his desk drawer, and drew out something  It was a rank insignia, Warrant Officer second class, with a symbol to mark his position as XO.

"Welcome back to the team."
 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 10, 2007 8:22:52 PM    View the profile of Krius 
Krius stared around, not really caring for the chit chat that was going on between the Royal Family that they were escorting. The mission was so far dull and boring, and for an Elite Squadron, they should have been put to some better task then just guarding this filthy rich family. What ever, you're just gonna have to put up with them for a little while more, its not really that bad anyways... Krius thought to himself as he stared at one of the waitresses that had just walked by. Wow... She has a really nice rack.

Krius brought his gaze back to the family they were protecting. He found it kind of odd that a bunch of Navy folk were guarding a family. He would understand if they were guarding a convoy, but this right here should have been Army work.

Hmmm, who knows, maybe if we do get attacked, I can use my new fighting skills. I wouldn't mind smashing a few faces up... Krius grinned at the thought of that. He had just returned to the Squadron from leave due to an upcoming tournament that would make him go pro. Unfortunately he had lost the Championship match, and his chances of turning pro were shot down. The good thing was that he would have another chance again in about four to five months. For now though he had to focus on the Navy and move up the ranks. He was also now known as Kaph 11 rather then Kaph 7 like he used to be.

Krius turned to C-3 who was examining his surroundings. "Hey C-"

Just as he spoke the lights shut off, and a very eery sounding voice said something that Krius couldn't exactly make out. One thing he DID know was that this shouldn't have been happening. Krius turned towards the newest addition to the squadron, Aristoc, and let off a series of signals. In a matter of seconds they had managed to flip over the table and get the family behind it.

"Whats going o-" Lord Brown Noiser was suddenly cut off by the sound of Blaster Fire. Krius peeked over the table and saw a series of Terrorists making their way into the restaurant, only to be cut down by Than's blaster fire.

"Everyone stay down, don't even think about moving or else your screwed," said Krius trying to sound as stern as he could.

Seconds later Than could be heard sending in orders to the Squadron.

"One and Two flight, we'll be immediately making a dash for the eastern bunker complex and will be using the Interceptors when things open up.  We'll have to shoot anything that gets in our way, so pick up any bigger guns you can find on the ground.  I have a feeling that this thing is bigger than just this room, so we'll be providing air support.  Three flight, since C-3PX2 is the most highly armed out of all of us, you will be helping the Royal Family escape.  I  wouldn't care if it was just Lord Brown Noiser, but his kids did nothing to us.  Rendezvous with us in the air once you successfully do that.  That is all, keep your eyes open and watch each other's backs."

C-3 looked at Krius and nodded his head. Seconds later, Aristoc and Krius had managed to strip a couple of downed terrorists from their weapons. The droid C-3 had managed to provide his own weapon. Krius made sure his E-11 was armed and ready to go before popping his head over the table and sending a series of random shots aimed at no one in particular. Seconds later blaster bolts were flying by where Krius's head had just been.

"Whoa, that was way to close. So C-3, your in charge here man. What are we gonna do?"

The droid looked down at the floor, his eyes going dark for a second. The droid then turned his head up, his eyes as light as they had been before. "Were going to blast our way through here. Then we can figure out an escape route." Said the Droid.

"Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll lead the way, just cover me ok? And you four, keep your heads down."

Krius took a quick look over the table, and then hopped over as fast as he could. It looked as if the fighting had been taken outside. Than and the others were doing a good job of clearing out the enemy. Krius stealthily made his way across the now completely deserted restaurant, kicking aside knocked over chairs that were in his way. He turned back to the others and signaled for them to move up.

"Hey Krius," said Aristoc in a hushed tone. "Maybe we should take the back exit, I think it might be safer that way."

"Yes Krius, he's is right. Let's take the back, Krius, you guard the rear."

Krius quickly nodded and began following the others, cautiously stepping over dead enemy bodies. The smell of incinerated flesh was in the air, and it wasn't pleasant. Krius tried as hard as he could to not look at the dead bodies, but it was hard not to.

He quickly turned back around, making sure they weren't being followed into the kitchen. Just as Krius was about to set foot in the kitchen, he heard something. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had heard it. Something told Krius to move into the kitchen with the others, but he couldn't. He had a faint
feeling that they were being followed by someone. Krius quickly scanned the room one more time, making sure everything was clear, and then stepped into the kitchen.

Krius was spooked, but he wouldn't show it. He knew something was wrong, but he just didn't know what. Krius turned his back to the kitchen entrance and caught up to the others. Then he heard the sound again. It was barely audible, but it was their. It was a clicking noise. He knew he had heard this noise on some foreign planet, it was a form of communication. That was when it hit him.

"C-3, Aristoc, we got company!" Krius shouted as he dashed towards the back of the kitchen with the others. He then turned around and fired three shots which quickly illuminated the whole kitchen, and that was when they saw them. Four black clothed creatures were following them. They were built for hunting, and that was exactly what they were doing now...

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 10, 2007 10:58:56 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 10, 2007 11:37:11 PM    View the profile of C-3PX2 
    "Aristoc, cover the Family. I am going to check it out." C-3PX2 yelled out. "Roger that." Aristoc responded as he moved into a position to provide cover fire and protect the family. C-3PX2 ran towards Krius' position. "Cease fire." He ordered to Krius. 3px2 decided that the best course of action was to start with peaceful conversation, something he wasn't very good at. He turned on his night vision, and looks towards the four strange creatures. "Identify yourselves, or we will shoot to kill." He yelled out to them. There was no answer, no response of any kind. "Krius," he said quietly as he handed him a stun grenade, "I'm moving to a better location to get a shot. Count to twenty and then throw the Stun Grenade at them." He ordered. "Yes, Sir." Krius Responded. C-3PX2 decided to run towards a dark window and try to see who it was. He ran past Aristoc and the royal family. He then found a window and slowly opened it. "Ten" Krius shouted outloud. He knew he was running out of time. Just as he opened the window he heard a small explosion, it was Krius throwing the stun grenade at the four creatures. He could hear screaming from the area where Aristoc was. "Aristoc, Sit-Rep now!" He yelled out. "Its nothing, the explosion scared some of them, that's all. He was glad, they can't afford any casualties. He then broke out the window and shoved his DT-57 out the hole and aimed it at the creatures. "Last Chance, Identify yourselves or we will kill you. Do not test us." He yelled out the window.

    "Krius set place a sensor down there and get over here. Aristoc, if that sensor goes off, shoot whatever if there." They did as they were told. Krius walked up to 3PX2, he handed Krius an explosive charge. "We are not going out that door. Put a hole in the wall for me. Make it a bang that will give us an exit, and put our friends out there down." He ordered, Krius then went to do as he was told. Just then an alarm went off over the flight's comm. "Lock and Load. You have clearance to shoot on sight. Aristoc aimed towards the doorway, thinking he would be ready for what ever came through. Just then a grenade was thrown at the sensor and detonated. There was a loud explosion, and there was smoke everywhere. C-3PX2 could see that Aristoc was at his post guarding the family, he yelled over "Aristoc, if you brought Electrobinoculars, pass them over here." Confused Aristoc did so, and C3PX2 made modifications to them that enabled him to see through the smoke and debris. C-3 then passed them back over to Aristoc, "try them now." Aristoc activated it and was amazed to see that they worked so well. "They work, good keep the family safe. C-3PX2 then went over to Krius, "We are pinned down in here, we are too easy targets. Our best bet would be to find a tunnel underground. We will set that charge at the door, and then give the trigger to Aristoc. Then we will have to find an alternate route." They set the charge and then quietly began searching for a way out of the building.

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> : There is nothing wrong with fear.
> : You need never be ashamed of it, as long as it doesn't stop you functioning.
> : Fear is your natural warning system; it keeps you alive so
> : that you can can fight. Show me a man who isn't afraid,
> : and I'll show you a fool who is a danger to his entire ship.
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 12:45:54 AM    View the profile of TheStrangler 
"Cla-assy," thought Enzadi Malko as he entered into the Royal Garden in the city of Jeeda on planet Misoo. Just to be safe, the Naval Senior Crewman brushed the front of his uniform off in case dirt, dust, or various detritus had accumulated there. Mother had always told him he wasn't clean...and Enzadi never denied it. Enzadi had always been much more concerned with intellectual matters, like when he locked himself up for three months to write music, simply on a whim. But now, it was time to look spiffy at the reception banquet here in this tropical capital. He grabbed the sleeve of his uniform and polished the Star of the Academy, the medal which signified that Enzadi had been a top-of-his-class, cream of the crop graduate at the Naval Academy on Abrae.

The heat was a real change for the Strangler. He had been used to temperate climates on Corellia, living in the well air-conditioned home his mother had kept, and that was still leased in his name on a government orphan's stipend, or the robotic room temperature of a fighter. Grit and bear it, he had told himself. Despite the heat, Enzadi was enjoying the pseudo-vacation they had been given after flying missions with Nazgul for weeks on end. Misoo's rainforest climate really did make the Strangler feel like he was on vacation.

Enzadi took a few steps, fists clenching and unclenching by his side, before he had to cough. It was a nasty cough he had developed, but not bad enough to visit the infirmary. It would make him look like a pansy, a mama's boy in front of his squadron. And that was not something he needed now. The Strangler, despite his odd demeanor, was starting to fit in, which had really never happened at any time in his life, even when he started to be the class clown. He wandered in, gingerly, to mingle with the higher ups of this rock. But before Enzadi spotted the Crown Princess, or whatever they had here, his eye caught Than and Skylla, both of whom Enzadi considered friends, even though their respective ranks superceded his own. He sauntered to the pair, wearing that smile he had that signalled the approach of a joke.

After his small encounter with the couple, Enzadi reached a crossroads: mingle with the crowd, or eat. Quit the predicament for the Strangler indeed. Again, the Strangler could try and meet up with that princess and become ingratiated with the Misoo Royal Family...or he could dine on delicacies and rarities he had never seen in his entire life. Enzadi weighed his options carefully, and remembered his rank. A Senior Crewman wasn't going to attract a woman of property; a Commander was. "Damn," Malko thought pseudo-sarcastically. "Looks like I have to gorge myself with delicacies. Oh well." Enzadi chuckled secretly and made his way to the tables at which his Wingmates were seated. He took a seat a few places down from Than, closer to Etan, the wookiee, and the droid, C-3PX2. Again, a chuckle. What irony that was, having the droid represent the Vast Empire here, and he couldn't eat! Despite these thoughts, they were not in malice. Enzadi respected the droid for "challenging adversity" and breaking sentience barriers to lead a Flight in the Navy of the Vast Empire. Enzadi's musings were broken by the appearance of a holowaiter, come to take his order.

"Hello and welcome to the Royal Palace of Jeeda.  Lord Tenett and the rest of the Royal Family welcome you to their home and wish to express their great thanks for yours as well as your fellow Imperials service to this planet.  Do you wish to order at this moment?" The inquiry was, as Enzadi presupposed, recorded, as mere moments before he had heard the same message played for someone a few paces away. Realizing that he was keeping the artifically intelligent holowaiter...waiting, yet the Strangler could not decide. Some sort of appetizer to start, or a before-dinner drink to cleanse the palette? Neither really seemed to appeal to the Strangler in terms of food or drink, so he addressed the holowaiter simply.

"Nothing, thank you," Enzadi said to the hologram. In fact, the Senior Crewman's attention had refocused on his throat. That familiar crescendoing scratchiness was annoying the hell out of Enzadi. Excusing himself, Enzadi made his way to the men's restroom in the Garden before a major convulsive fit of coughing befell him. Unfortunately, Enzadi could not contain himself and began coughing before he reached his destination. Begging people's pardons, he coughed into his sleeve and made his way into the restroom. He thought he had glimpsed a regal looking young lady whose acquaintance Enzadi would have to meet once he had finished empty his lungs of their irritants. The door opened to signal his arrival, and a nice, white tile floor beckoned him to use the facility.

A holo attendant was there waiting on him, almost identical to the holowaiter that wanted to take his order back out at the banquet, but instead of bearing a tray in his hand, the little image had a towel folded over his left arm, with his right arm folded behind his back, ever the miniature butler serving Royal guests.

"Hello and welcome to the Royal Palace of Jeeda.  Lord Tenett and the rest of the Royal Family welcome you to their home and wish to express their great thanks for yours as well as your fellow Imperials service to this planet. Would you like me to recommend an aftershave or hand soap, sir?" asked the robotic, tinny voice, merely replacing the last line of the statement to fit the setting. Shaking his head, Enzadi coughed violently,

"No!" and burst into a stall, falling to his knees. He was now coughing so hard, his legs spasmed and his face was nearly in the bowl. He spat up, saliva streaming out of his mouth. He shook his head, and looked into the bowl at what had just been expelled from his mouth. Little bits of red throat flesh and blood were floating among the spittle and water, making Enzadi grimace. He got up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. The holo attendant began to babble, but before he could get to the second sentence of the cordial welcome, the Strangler spat out a rather mean "Shut up!", silencing the message. Turning to the spiffy faucets, Enzadi's level of impression grew. "They don't play around here in Jeeda," Enzadi said out loud, hoping sincerely that he was the only one in here. He turned the spiget, water falling gently into the porcelain basin. Cupping his right hand, specifically, the Strangler gathered water in his hand to gargle, hoping to assuage the scratchiness of his throat. It was a temporary measure, but it worked. It would have no doubt been better had there been salt in the restroom, but that would have been testing the limits of Lord Tennet's hospitality. "When I get back home," Enzadi thought. "I don't care what they say-I need to get rid of this." He checked his appearance in the mirror, with his dark brown hair nestled under his hat and his cold blue eyes piercing through the good-natured face. Drying his hands on a cloth towel hanging on a gold-or most likely gilded-rack, Enzadi exited the restroom, sauntering back to the banquet. As he walked, however, the lights illuminating the Royal Garden faded, replacing the formerly pompously joyous scene with a restrained terror. Enzadi patted himself down, without realizing that he was not in an Interceptor and there was no blaster pistol with him or under the seat. "Maybe they should change that," Kaph 2 thought. "It just might make sense in scenes like this."

He sighed inaudibly, moving back carefuly to the Kaph table as to not alert whoever had commandeered the Garden.

"The Planet lives!" Terrorists. That was the only possible scenario now. He had just caught Than's orders. He needed to go east and get to a bunker, picking up heavier weapons. Good thing Than had said that too. Enzadi was better with a bigger gun. In fact, as his eyes adjusted to the light and he bolted eastbound, Enzadi could see a man, bedecked in black garb, with a blaster rifle in hand. Thinking fast, the Strangler picked up a plate, a white porcelain beauty rimmed with little golden laurel leaves and some round fruit that was next to the plate, abandoned in confusion. He launched the fruit at the man, purposely not hit him in order to distract him from the next phase of Enzadi's sortie. His diversion had worked, and Enzadi threw the heavy plate at the man, striking him in the head and knocking him unconscious. He ran up to his casualty, quickly, and bent down picking up the blaster rifle. It was old, truth be told, but it would work better than a plate or a round fruit. His thoughts, oddly, turned back to the plate instead of the fact that his life, and the life of everyone in the Royal Garden was at risk.

"I certainly hope that doesn't come out of my pay."





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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 7:34:21 AM    View the profile of Arturus 
Guys, I say this only in there interests of reality and having a good overall story.

1. Enlisted personnel would not have firearms on them let alone e-11s, sensor drones, explosives, or anything else.  In all uniforms except ceremonial, enlisted navy personnel do not carry weapons and officer's have sidearms presumably in shoulder holsters (they have them but no external holster).

2. Sentinel squadron is assigned to royal family escort.  It might be helpful to say that they had some NPC bodyguards escort them away while you go to your fighters.  The reason for this is that it is highly unlikely that security is so pathetic that a random group of 3 pilots is what tries to get them out of the room.

I mean this only as constructive criticism.

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 9:17:43 AM    View the profile of TheStrangler 
Enzadi Malko could already see what those army guys talked about when they spoke of that "fog of war" stuff. The Academy definition was that fog of war was "the level of ambiguity experienced by participants in military operations". Enzadi had simplified it now, to just read "when you give people a gun and put the near an enemy, they get confused." Or something like that. Because, in this dark with these whoever-they-were crashing the banquet, the Strangler was pretty confused. He wasn't a battle-hardened infantry grunt! He was a pilot in the Navy of the Vast Empire! Why should he know who to kill with a blaster rifle and who not to?

Despite these thoughts, Enzadi really didn't have to much of a problem navigating his way through the Misooan Royal Garden to head to the eastern bunker, as Than had said. Well, that isn't exactly true. Enzadi did have trouble; it mainly came from the men in black with their bladed weapons and their blaster weapons, not from the Strangler losing his equilibrium in a combat situation. He was used to combat, just in a different setting. But he had to adjust, because as of right now, he was on the ground with an old blaster rifle, not in a TIE Interceptor speeding towards enemy starfighter squadrons.

As Enzadi carefully bolted eastward, he realized that he was a bit ahead of his squadron. Looking back yet still moving forward, he tried to see if any of his companions or superiors were in any proximity to him at all. Because of this turning around, he collided with someone, the pair of them falling to the ground. Looking about in a wildly comical manner, he finally looked down. It was that women whom he had seen before the attack as he went to the restroom. He whispered harshly to her.

"I'm terribly sorry!" He got up, helping the woman up. Enzadi couldn't really tell if she was a looker or not because of the darkness, yet he got glimpses of her face because of the blaster bolts. She had a nicely shaped face, the extent of what he could tell. She was in a rather expensive looking white dress, with fancy looking embroidery lining the bust and hems. Not that Kaph 2 knew anything about lining and fabrics and hems, or anything like that. He just say fanciful clothing on a woman, nothing more.

"It's okay, but what's going on?" she whispered back, fearfully.

"Well, I'm gonna hazard a guess and say that the Royal Palace is under attack," he replied, not realizing the sarcasm he had put in the statement.

"This is no time for jokes!" she whispered as a blaster bolt whizzed past her head. Enzadi grabbed the woman, pulling her out of the way of it.

"That may just make up for the joke," Enzadi said. "Are you armed?"

He could guess that the woman was shaking her head from the sound of her hair shaking, and his assumptions were correct as they were temporarily illuminated by another round of fire. "No." Enzadi hated times like this. Her could either give her the weapon, sacrificing himself, or he could keep the blaster rifle and leave her defenseless. Enzadi's dormant sense of chivalry intervened, and he thrusted the rifle at her. She looked at him inquisitively.

"Take it," Enzadi whispered simply. He pressed the rifle into her hands, yet she wouldn't grasp it. "Take it," he repeated gravely. She just looked at hum, dumbstruck. Enzadi sighed.

"Listen, if you aren't armed these psychos are gonna make dog meat out of you, so take it."

Slowly, she nodded and grasped the rifle, closing delicate hands around the barrel and looping her finger in the trigger.

"But," she began gently. "What about you?" she asked.

"Don't worry about me. Just go." he said. He was getting impatient now, and he brushed past her brusquely. She grabbed his arm, impeding him from his objective.

"One thing," she asked. "What's your name?" Enzadi would have blushed had he not been distracted.

"Senior Crewman Enzadi Malko," he said, and before she could answer, he darted off, into the fray once more, unarmed, and in hostile territory. His eyes were now quite well adjusted to the darkness, but that really wasn't saying much, seeing as the banquet's assailants were dressed in black.

"Oooh, master tacticians these guys," Enzadi thought sarcastically, as his photographic memory told him that he was near an exit. If these guys really were smart, they would have stationed a sentry at this door. A stray round of blaster fire confirmed the Strangler's suspicions. A single sentry, guarding Kaph 2 from completing his orders. He would have sighed. Twarted. Yet, there was a small bit of hope regarding this.

Enzadi turned back, trying to find something he hadn't really taken notice of in passing: a wall hanging. A tapestry. Something like that. An odd thing to look for during a terrorist attack, yes, but in Enzadi's mind it would enable him to rearm himself and defeat the sentry at the door in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, there was also resistance to be met there also. Yet from the light of the battle, he could see that this one was armed with a simple vibroblade, not a blaster weapon. Creeping quietly, he managed to get behind the attacker before he was noticed. The attacker charged him, and Enzadi panicked for a moment.

The Strangler had heard stories from soldiers. About their brains slowing down time, allowing them to react with more care. He had been told that this passive ability took years to develop, but at that point, Enzadi had a moment of it. Time slowed, and he seemed to be able to process information more quickly. Almost without thinking, Enzadi's leg came up to meet the oncoming blade, kicking the armament away. Spinning on the foot that held his weight, the back of Kaph 2's fist struck the man in the face, knocking him out kill. Two casualties for the Strangler.

Time resumed its normal speed and course for Enzadi, which took him by surprise. His clumsiness threw him to the ground, but he didn't waste any time dawdling about. He sprang up, sprinting to the wall covering. He took a piece in his hand, pulling at it to no avail, when he remembered the vibroblade he had kicked away. He jumped away from the tapestry, springing to his encounter with the man in black. He bent down, and grabbed the blade he had so feared, which was no more than a dagger. Unfortunately, contact with the ground had damaged the vibrating mechanism, so it was no more than a dagger.

"Oh well," Enzadi thought. "Better than nothing." Again, he sprang back the few paces that separated Enzadi from the wall, and seized the tapestry, cutting off a wide, long strip. It would be perfect for what he had in mind. He abandoned the dagger by the wall and ran back to the entry point, ducking once to avoid a volley of blaster rifle coming from the west.

"They probably think I'm one of them," Enzadi thought as he hit the ground for the third time in mere minutes. He could up, and oddly, he brushed himself off. As if the banquet would still be on after this catastrophe ended. And he really wanted to meet that Crown Princess, or whatever she was. Again, Enzadi would have sighed had it not been something to give him away. He took off eastbound, towards the sentry. He slowed his footsteps and made an attempt to conceal himself, indeed quite the difficulty. He was over six feet tall, and that never did hide very well, especially not in the open. He crouched and stepped lightly, to try to get behind the sentry. Unfortunately, the sentry was alerted, and his cover was compromised. Enzadi charged the man, getting behind him and garroting him with the piece of tapestry he had torn off. Talk about ingenuity. The man struggled, trying to free himself from the Strangler's choking but after a minute, his strength began to fade. Enzadi, seeing his opening, grabbed the blaster rifle from the man, and aimed it at the only part of his body the angle could allow: the throat. He pulled the trigger, and an accelerated bolt of laser energy exited the barrel, striking the base of the man's brain. Enzadi could only guess that he was dead instantaneously. He wanted to feel remorse for the dead man, but he couldn't find it in himself to. He just let the body fall, and let it lay where he had fallen. It marked the first time that Enzadi had actually killed a man planet bound. The Strangler stood, staring at the body, but he did not feel sadness.

"He deserved it. All of them deserve the same fate as him," Enzadi thought as he continued to gaze at the body. He shook his head, psyching himself out of blind hatred, he continued through the portal he had just liberated, thinking about where the rest of his squadron was.
 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 11:47:29 AM    View the profile of Aristoc 
The Palace of Jeeda, known to the local populace as the Hall of Nobles, is the planet's most impressive structure and the gem of the planetary capitol.  No expense had been spared in its design and construction, as if some long-forgotten Lord had wanted to impress visitors already overawed by the numerous shipyards in orbit.  Grand arches stretched even the simplest corridors into titanic proportions, easily large enough for an AT-AT to stroll along.  Marble columns held lintels of thick polished hardwood over every doorway, and higher up, balconies opened along the walls.

Even the janitor's closets, Aristoc Pere suspected, would have vaulted ceilings trimmed with gilt.

Aristoc was with the rest of Kaph Squadron, following a protocol droid that was taking them to the banquet.  A meal with high ranking nobles was not exactly what Aristoc expected when he was stationed with Kaph on this planet.  But it was a welcome distraction from the intensive sims that they had been going through lately.

Aristoc smoothed his jet black hair back from his forehead, a habit he had recently aquired.  He fastidiously straightened the silver braids falling down his right arm and smoothed flat the Elite Squadron sash that circled his slender waist, then hung in a loop down his left leg.  But with each long stride, the emerald and sapphire sash billowed out proudly, rendering his efforts immediately useless.  He desisted from a second attempt, and then noticed the other members picking even more nervously at their dress uniforms.  The Hall of Nobles apparently had that effect on people.

But not Aristoc.  The lavish expense spent in maintaining the monument might intimidate his fellow pilots, but he almost felt at home here.  Not that he could ever claim a rung on the social ladder with any noble, not even a common lord.  Not yet.  But this was a monument erected for the pretentious - for those with ambitions.

And the young Ksei had his ambitions.  That was the reason he wrangled himself into every meeting he could, looking for those rare chances to stand out, to be noticed.  Someday, he felt it strongly in both of his hearts, I will have a place of my own just like this.  Of course that day was certainly far off.

Aristoc eyed his flight leader, it was rather unusual to see a droid in such a position, let alone a battle droid.  He wondered if perhaps he might have found something, Someone, he is my flight leader that he might be able to engage in a discussion of past events, it was rather hard to find someone that had been in action during the rise of the first great Empire.  Of course that depended on how far back the droid's memory banks went.  It was rather humorous to see the same Elite Squadron sash on C-3; it almost seemed like the droid was wearing a skirt of some sorts.  Or perhaps a kama, Aristoc couldn't help a small smile from escaping.  That was certainly an interesting image.

Etan, Krius and Strangler seemed to distract themselves from the extravagant surroundings by discussing flight maneuvers.  Demonic seemed to frequently cross his arms and then place his hands behind his back before reverting back to the cross-armed position.  Aristoc knew that the dress uniform did not allow for much confort while walking, and could sympathize with his XO.  Skylla and Than were listening to the maneuvers conversation, but not actively part of it.  The other Kaph members Aristoc was not quite familiar with just yet, their names escaped him although he could easily match their number designations to the faces.  Hopefully the banquent would allow him time to socialize with these other pilots.

After the excesses of the grandiose hall, their final destination came to something of a surprise.  Aristoc was fourth through the door, right behind one of his flight mates, Krius.  The dining room that they entered was fairly spartan, at least by the opulent standards of the Hall of Nobles.  No extremely lavish artwork decorated the walls; no overstuffed chairs occupied the floor.  Nearly all the tables were filled with nobles and planetary celebrities.  The squadron found seats situated at tables near Lord Brown Noiser, who had invited them.  As his fellow pilots took seats, Aristoc quickly analyzed the room.  It was a seemingly cold space despite the warm conversations bubbling like champagne around the room; marble tile floors and bare walls of dark-stained hardwood that reflected voices with a sharp echo.  The only windows were narrow and set too high for a view.  There was little compromising in this place - it seemed more suited as a severe room for discussing harsh matters rather than a place of happy gathering.

Just as Krius turned to C-3PX2, their flight leader, to start a conversation, the lights flickered once quickly and then faded to black.  The first thought was some sor of presentation, but then the holowaiters would still be on, this was obviously a blackout.  Only a very dim light from the raised windows allowed Aristoc to interpret some hand signals from Krius that, although crude, were easily understood.  Aristoc Pere immediately pushed himself out of his seat and helped Krius overturn the table the Lord and his family were situated at.  He was, after all, the most reasonable target should this blackout be an attack.  Lord Brown Noiser, well used to being pampered, found Aristoc pushing him to the ground rather harsh, but quit protestations as soon as some blaster fire came.

As soon as the blaster fire had ceased and the dining hall was secure, Than shouted to Kaph over the chaos, Aristoc was unable to hear most of it, but he got the part that involved his flight escorting the royal family.  C-P and Krius were discussing the probable course of action while Aristoc kneeled over a dead bodyguard, one of the four that were with the family, all dead from the quick firefight, as he carefully undid the tight grip on the blaster rifle, he made a suggestion, "Maybe we should take the back exit, it might be safer that way."  C-3 agreed, and took the lead while Aristoc situated himself right behind him, Krius was in the rear of their escort party.

The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the air, reminding the Ksei pilot of why he prefered the vast expanse of vaccuum to any sort of ground based operation.  It was too... personal.  Aristoc prefered the silent kill in space, it was almost always a clean kill, the only exception was when the controls of an enemy pilot explode or burst into flames, leaving the occupant to moan, weep, or even scream into the open comms. But even then, you don't smell the flesh being burned, you don't see blood at all, if a body does escape to space, it won't be recognizable as a body at all thanks to the vaccuum.  Indeed, space may seem to be the deadliest environment of all, but it was the safest for a quick death.  The irony wasn't lost on Aristoc, but he didn't have time to fully think about it when he was dodging enemy fire.

C-3 must have found a map of the palace somewhere and had it uploaded to his memory banks, as he was moving with a sense of direction.  Aristoc ducked with him into the kitchen, which had also lost power in the outage.  C-3's eyes cast an eerie glow that reflected of the numerous pots and pans hanging from their racks.  Someone had left a sink running in the confusion of the attack, and the sound filled the room, echoing off every surface to give an eerie mood.  Krius shouted something, even without hearing the exact words, Aristoc knew from his tone that it wasn't something good.

Catching a glimpse at four shadowy shapes illuminated by Krius' blaster fire.  C-3PX2 ran towards Krius and Aristoc followed orders to duck behind a steel counter that still had salads laid out ready to serve.  There were five royals they were escorting, the Lord himself wish his wife, two daughters, and son.  A brief explosion threw debris, knocking the greens and Creamy Emperor salad dressing onto Aristoc.  There was another explosion, this time a grenade, and then some quick blaster fire as men wearing black masks ran into the kitchen after hearing the explosions, Flight Three was helplessly out numbered.

Aristoc felt a twinge of fear.  He knew this feeling all too well, Run! a small voice at the back of his head made itself heard over the clamor of banging pots and blaster fire.  Almost at the same time Krius shouted the same word and they all went out the hole in the wall into one of the grandoise halls.  The royals were surprisingly fast, despite their frail frames.  Of course gun-firing terrorists chasing one can make even the slowest sentient run like hell.

Up ahead, there were guards in the palace's ceremonial uniform, half of them ran towards the pilots to assist, the other half ran the opposite way.  Apparently to be on the palace guard all you have to do is look good in uniform Aristoc shook his head.

Finding a small fortified area to settle into, Flight three fired short bursts while shouting ideas to each other.  Eventually a body guard kneeled by the pilots, "Thanks men, we'll take the Lord right now.  You pilots get into the hanger."
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 12:03:31 AM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Some where in the fray, 1 Flight and 2 Flight got separated.  Than Sion wasn't too worried about it, Cyleaf would get them to the eastern bunker.  What he was worried about was the fact that his wingman was missing.  Enzadi had never been in a fire fight before, thus Sion wasn't sure how he was fairing.  He could only hope that the Strangler would pull through.  Sion noticed that the revolutionary forces were desirably thin toward the royal garden as he peaked around a corner.

"Demonic, Skylla," began Than.  "We are going to make a dash for the garden.  Be prepared to quickly jump the wall when we get there.  After we are on the other side, run toward the jungle like hell."

Kal and Skylla nodded their heads; it was a simple plan, one that both their minds and instincts could understand.  Kaph Leader began to count down with his fingers to three.  When the last digit fell, Skylla and Than side strafed from either side of the door way.  Demonic went up the middle with a dated, CIS surplus blaster.  Sion had two tangos on his stretch of the hall way, he dropped both dead with his DL-44.  Skylla was only able to injure one with an early GAR model blaster before the man in black pulled into a room.  There was another hallway between them and the garden.  They repeated the same process from before, but remarkably met no resistance.  They continued down a short set of stairs and out into fresh air.  All of a sudden, Demonic began to pepper a row of tall bushes with blaster fire.  There were a couple of cries accompanied by an equal amount of thuds.

Kaph 1 was curious about how Kaph 4 knew the men were there, but he knew there was not time for it at the moment.  They headed for the eastern wall of the garden.  It was short and wouldn't be hard to scale.

"You first, Three," ordered Than as he shot at one of the dark clothed men who was trying to fire at the party out of a third story window.  Demonic helped thrust her to the top of the wall.  Another terrorist poked his head around the doorway.  With quick reflexes, Sion put a large hole through the enemy's head.  Kal had pulled himself up to the top of the wall when the brainless body keeled over.  Kaph 4 kept the head down of the enemy at the window as Sion heaved himself to the top of the wall.  With that they both dropped to the other side.  They hit the ground running, Skylla following them from her crouched position behind the wall.  Kal fired back a couple of times to keep the window man hiding until they were out of range.

The flight was now heading quickly down a stone tile road.  All of a sudden a familiar face came dashing toward them from the right side of the cross section ahead.  If not for the situation, Enzadi would have been comical as he stumbled toward them.

"Guys with swords and spears..."started Strangler before having to catch his breath.  "Right behind me!"

The three armed Imperials swung around the corner.  About 25 yards away was indeed a group of 10 only armed with melee weapons.  They stopped in their tracks when they saw the pilots holding guns.  With extreme prejudice, the trio opened fire on the lightly armed group.  Those that did not die in the initial onslaught headed for anything that would give them cover.

"That is what you get for f@$!@# with the Empire!" yelled out Kaph Leader before the group moved on.

The jungle was getting close because the buildings ahead were pretty over grown.  The Asaldi were actually quite beautiful for being a highly competitive species.  They turned another corner only to discover a road block ahead.  The enemy was entrenched behind sand bags.  With the man power that flight 1 had, it was better to just take another route.  They headed another way only to find the same thing.  The revolutionaries were smart; they held all the routes out of the city.

"Ok, it is going to be the same thing no matter which path we take, so we are going to have to just rough it out.  Maybe if we could find some kind of gas canister, we could use it like an improvised..." Sion ended abruptly when he heard a loud, but greatly welcomed sound.  He looked around the corner to see a light repulsor tank reeking havoc upon one of the road block.  What luck they that one of the few tanks on the planets ended up coming this way.  The group of four dashed toward the tank.  A Storm Trooper popped his head out from the hatch on the turret.

"As soon as we got word of the attack they sent us out," stated the trooper in a filtered voice.  "This is the most organized attack we have ever seen from the terrorists.  It is like they are everywhere.  Its like they went from flies to wolves!"

All of a sudden the Storm Trooper shut up and dropped back into the turret.  It swiveled around and fired at a wall down one of the roads, dropping broken blocks of stone upon a group of revolutionaries.  The Storm Trooper returned to the hatch of the armored vehicle.

"Our com operative has contacted the eastern bunker.  Lieutenant, they are sending a repulsor truck for you and your men."

"Thank him for his assistance and thank you as well," said the Lieutenant.

"No problem, we are just doing our jobs.  Right now I wish there more troopers on planet doing their job.  Damn it, why did they have to ship so many soldiers out!"


The locals seemed to become afraid of the tank very quickly, so there was not much activity before the trunk arrived.  Even so, they quickly scrambled into it before the enemy got brave.  Immediately the truck sped out into the jungle.  That didn't mean that they were safe just yet.  Guerilla forces could be anywhere along the path.  So the pilots kept their eyes open and their guns at ready.

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 9:56:34 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 10:07:34 PM    View the profile of Krius 
Krius watched as the guards scurried off with the family, making Krius feel slightly relieved. That was one less burden they had off their backs, now all they had to worry about was getting out alive. "Alright then," Krius said feeling slightly exasperated. "Which way are we gonna go? It's either left, or right. Either way one of them is going to lead to an exit... But I suggest we go the way the Guards went."

Aristoc turned to Krius and gave him a quick nod. The two humans waited for the droids reply, and to their surprise the droid also responded with a very human like nod.

"That settles it, off we go!" Shouted Krius enthusiastically. The trio set off at a fast paced jog, the sound of blaster fire right on their heels. Krius didn't hesitate to take quick glances over his shoulder. He wanted to make sure that no one had picked up on their trail, and he sure as hell didn't want to run into another one of those assassin groups. After a couple of wrong turns and some minutes later, the trio had managed to find an exit.

Aristoc cautiously stuck his head out of the small emergency exit, his gun raised up to eye level just in case he met any opposing forces, and to the Flight's good fortune, none appeared. Krius quickly followed Aristoc out, keeping his head as low as possible. The exit opened up into a fairly large courtyard, a wall enclosing it to make sure no unwanted guests trespassed. Under different circumstances, it would have been an amazing sight. But thanks to the Terrorist force, the once beautiful albescent  marble wall was now in a raggedy heap. Statues surrounded the entire area of the courtyard. Mostly consisting of what looked like Royal Family members. It was a spectacular sight, but this wasn't the time to do that sort of thing.

"Watch yourselves, you never know when one might pop up," said Krius suspiciously. The three of them were on constant alert, looking for any sign of movement or anything that would give their enemies position away. At the pace they were moving, it seemed like they would never get out of the courtyard. Every step he took felt like one more step closer to his death. Now more then ever did he regret coming back to the Vast Imperial Navy.

He could have been training right now, or maybe talking to some random woman that would later on become his girl friend. He didn't care what it was, but he just didn't want to be in the middle of a fire fight. At least not on the ground that is.

Krius exhaled slowly, trying to keep his calm. Just a couple more feet and they'd be out into the city. They would have plenty of cover, and maybe even meet up with some stray Imperial forces. A quick movement caught the corner of Krius' eye, his E-11 Blaster Rifle instantly coming up to head level. It just Aristoc though, and it seemed he wanted to get out of the courtyard more then Krius did.

Krius quickly followed suit, taking up position on the right side of the courtyard exit. The sounds of blaster fire were steadily closing in on them, and it seemed the battle was beginning to get worse then inside the palace. Explosions could be heard from a distance, causing the ground to slightly tremble. Smoke could be seen jetting into the air towards what looked like the edges of the city. So it seems that the only real inner-city battle took place in the palace... I just hope I'm right.

"Krius, Aristoc. We must make our way over to the hangar bay. I have just received multiple distress signals coming from a variety of areas. Not to far from here, about two clicks west, a small band of Imperials mixed in with local forces are managing to put a hold on the Terrorist attack. If we can successfully make our way over their, then we might just have a chance of getting to the Imperial Hangar bay. The only problem..." The droids eye's went dark, his head falling forward as if he was calculating their percentage of making it to the Hangar Bay alive. "Hmmm, it seems we might have a slight issue. The Imperial Hangar Bay is being heavily assaulted, and it is impossible for reinforcements to make it to their location in time. I'd say we have a fifty percent chance of making it their before they destroy the fighters. There is also the possibility of us not even making it their... And that brings our percentage to ninety-five. The odds are not in our favor today it seems..."

Krius and Aristoc exchanged worried glances, fearing for the worst. Millions of questions were running through Krius' head, and all of them leading to one answer. Death.

"Do not worry. I believe that we will beat the odds. But we must get moving now, and fast."

Krius nodded at the droid and before anybody could say anything else, started running full speed. The others footsteps could be heard closely behind him. Krius knew they wouldn't be able to keep up at this pace for long, and they'd soon have to slow down. Another possibility was the chance of meeting a renegade force which would only make matters worse.

Krius began to pump his legs even harder now, unaware of everything around him. All that mattered to him now was time, and if they didn't get to the band of Imperials and city forces in time then they'd be goners. They also needed a huge amount of luck, and Krius wasn't one to be lucky. Krius could feel his legs begin to give out, and he wondered if the others were feeling the same way. He willed himself on though, fearing for the worst.

The sounds of explosions and blaster fire were growing louder now, seeming more real then ever. Krius quickly slowed to a walk, letting Aristoc catch his breath. Krius didn't want to admit it, but he felt very winded also. Probably from the massive adrenaline rush he had received earlier. C-3 looked alright, but then again he WAS a droid.

"Hey C-3, do you ever experience some form of fatigue?" Krius asked without hesitation.

"Fatigue? Do you mean low battery? Yes I do, but it rarely happens." Responded the droid in his normal tone of voice. Then again, it never changed.

"So you can keep running at the same speed for hours?"

The droid nodded his head. "I can only maintain this kind of speed for ten minutes at the least. Just because were not human doesn't mean our parts wear down either," piped the droid offensively. Krius just nodded in return, and turned his head to the other direction.

Krius whipped his gun up into firing position, bringing his sights onto a a man dressed in an Imperial Uniform. Krius let out a sigh of relief and ran up to the man, a huge grin on his face. The man how ever was not happy at all, and Krius soon found out why. The man was dead pale, his once clean uniform now tarnished and covered in blood. Krius let his eyes drift down to the mans stomach. His hand was pressed on a wound that was most likely received from Blaster Fire. The Imperial opened his mouth, and before anything came out, he fell. Aristoc was quick to act, and caught him before he hit the ground.

"W-What happened?" Asked Krius, his eyes wide with horror.

The man just looked up, his eyes not focused on anything. He was already some place far, and it was to late to help him. The Imperials chest stopped heaving, and Aristoc gently laid him down. Krius turned away, his stomach revolting at the grotesque sight. He had never seen a man die before, at least not in person. Krius gagged, and seconds later threw up. Aristoc moved over to Krius, and lightly tapped his back.

"C'mon we have to get moving," said Aristoc quietly.

"Y-Yea, you're right. Lets go." Krius took one last look at the Imperials body, and then turned away. He didn't want to look back, and never would. The trio set off at a light jog again, Krius keeping his eyes directly forward, looking for any sign of enemy movement, and he soon got what he was looking for. Blaster fire could be seen darting back and forward. That only meant one thing though, there were two groups fighting. If there were two groups, then that meant one of them had to be Allied forces.

"You guys seeing what I'm seeing? It looks like some of our friends need a little help. Lets go give them what they need, then maybe we can get out of this hell zone."

The trio quickly but silently moved forward, a set of determination on their faces.

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 10:15:08 PM    View the profile of Arturus 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 11, 2007 11:03:14 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
I didn't know where else to post this. We should have an open posting thread. Anyway, in reply to your earlier remarks Art I think it's just that we were led to believe this was a vacation too. And that is where the dress code mistake was made. I looked back over the intro and it does say formal, in which case, we bad.

But, as to protecting the royal family, that was one of your first on the list of possible objectives. A little confusion there I think. Anyway no need to go on and on about this. I have been reading up and will be posting soon.



-Well thanks for your input and I think we have this all cleared up.

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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 12, 2007 9:30:13 AM    View the profile of C-3PX2 
    The third flight of Kaph needed to be silent. Any sound could alert enemies of their location. They had many challenged to overcome, there was along way to go to get to the hanger. The forest was thick with trees, and it made it very hard to see. There were sounds of blaster fire all around them. Not one of them made a sound as they ran quietly through the forest. Then there was a sound, one that stuck out from the rest. There was a massive explosion. C-3PX2 looked to the sky and saw a thick could of smoke. "Stop here. We need to plan our run; this forest is too thick to just run it." He said. The three of them found a small cave. "We can go in there; it will work for a temporary camp." They approached the cave carefully; they did not want to be surprised. It was a dark cave, with no light coming in except at the entrance. C-3PX2 sat down, and then pulled out a small Holo-projected that he had stored in his hull. He began to work with it to form a map of the area. "Krius, Aristoc; take turns covering the entrance. Keep alert for any allied forces, though I don't expect any." He said. "They then began their shifts guarding the entrance. The cave was very small, but it fit their needs. In the future it could be made into a medic station or something similar. It offered protection and a view of the surrounding area.

    The sounds of battle could be heard all around them, as a thin fog rolled in. It gave the area a ghostly appearance. They could hear Blaster fire and explosions everywhere. They still had a distance to travel before reaching the Imperial base, and getting fighters. The continent was more of a he gulch than anything. It was an island, with mountains surrounding it, keeping the water out. It had a forest covering what wasn't populated. Along with the four temples, there were two imperial bases, one to the East and one to the west.  The temples were evenly spaced, all surrounding the capital city. There was plenty of room to hide, but nowhere to run. There was no direct road to the imperial base, at least not one they could take. The only road to the East Base was a main highway for the capital. It would most likely be heavily guarded. C-3PX2 could tell that his flight was tired, even though they refused to show it. This mission was his first command, he was still unsure on how exactly to command. He wanted to get the mission done, but at the same time, he didn't want any causalities on his side. "Who ever is not guarding the entrance, will get some rest. You both are tired, and it would be best to be rested before we moved on. Also I only have 2 ration packs," He handed the packs to them, "use them wisely." He looked around and all he could hear was destruction of blaster and bolt.


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> : You need never be ashamed of it, as long as it doesn't stop you functioning.
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 12, 2007 11:00:31 AM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Four men in the white armor were also in the back of the repulsor truck.  From them the group learned that things were even worst than they seemed from the beginning.  The enemy was not only everywhere; they were fighting with good strategy.  It would have seemed impossible only hours ago, but the revolutionaries were winning the battle.  The Imp forces were too small and stretched out.

"There has been talks of evacuation," the Storm Trooper in charge of the fire team said.  "The rebel bastards are in too great of numbers and there are too few of us.  But no one is leaving until you pilots get in fighters."

"This seems beyond the natives," commented Than.  "They were easy pickings during the first uprising."

"Yeah, there have also been rumors that the NR has something to do with it."

"Wouldn't be surprised," said Strangler.  "They have a habit of ruining all our fun."

Than Sion nodded, every vacation he had been on so far in his career had been crashed by NR forces of one kind or another.

"GET OFF THE TRUCK!!!" yelled the lead trooper as Sion was tactlessly thrown a good amount of yards away from the vehicle.  There was a loud screaming sound, not the wonderful sound that came from TIE engines, but that of a banshee out to destroy everything that got it its way.

With a tremendous boom, the vehicle exploded into a ball of light.  The shock wave knocked Sion from a crouching position back to the ground.  His head was spinning as he looked around him, he couldn't seem to focus on anything.  Panic, Panic, Panic, get a hold of yourself fool!  It isn't like you haven't been around explosions before you pathetic wimp.  Now get it together and start shooting at something!

His cold logic programming kicked back in.  He found that there was a Storm Trooper next to him that had taken large piece of metal to his/her back.  The trooper was dead.  Before the body was an Epson Riot Rifle.  Sion picked it up and checked the power level.  It was nearly full.

Everybody was either in a prone or crouching position.  Blaster and slug fire was being thrown in and out of the woods.

"We have an opening," stated the SL.  "Keep on moving east and watch the jungle.  These swine could be anywhere.  Move, move, move, move!"

Flight 1 didn't need any more encouragement, they ran like hell eastward on the path.  Always watching for the glint of a gun in underbrush.  The fear began to bleed from Sion.  His emotions had frozen over, he was in the zone.  The zone where everything that opposed him or his comrades was killed.  Though he was now as apathetic to the world as his third FL, his mind was firing a million thought processes per second.

He saw something too round to belong to the jungle ahead and to the left.  He wiped his machine pistol around and opened fire.  There was a loud cry of pain accompanied by blood splatter upon the leaves near the soldier.  Again, everyone hit the ground and another firefight began.  One of the Storm Troopers took a hit to the soldier.  He barely made a sound though, probably from years of service to the Empire.  He forgot what pain was.  It was going to be a long trudge for the eastern complex, but not getting their meant that they had been returned to dust.

(500+, short, but I promise to write another longer one later tonight.)   

 
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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 12, 2007 5:29:01 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
Etan stood in front of the mirror. He brushed the hair around his face for the twentieth time, adjusted his sash for the fouteenth time and cocked his beret from the left side to the right sidefor who knows how many times."Okay.I'm ready." he said to himself. A quick inspection of his fingernails and he'd be on his way."Oh no.". There was a big chip missing out of one of them. Now that just wouldn't do. He sat on his bunk, pulled the foot locker out from under it. Opening it he found the heavy metal file he used for just such occasions. He filed it down, but now he had to do the other side to match. After he was finished, it actually became more like a talon, very sharp and pointed at the end. As long and as thick as a wookies nails could become, properly maintained, they could be formidable weapons. Etan returned the file to his locker, which he slid back under his bunk. Now he was ready to go. " Wait. Did I mess anything else up while I was filing my nail. I better check." he said to himself. " Nevermind you dumb wookie. You can't stall forever." he decided. With that, he started toward the dining room.

Almost as soon as he left his quarters a young local boy dressed for the occasion gestured to Etan that he would be escorting him. Etan nodded. He followed the boy through a series of hallways that ended in the Grand Dining Room of the Royal family. Plain as it was, Etan like it. Etan was never real comfortable at affairs such as this. Give him a cantina full of lusty women and boisterios men and he'd be happy. Better yet, the cockpit of his customized X-1 advanced complete with sound system and some New Repulic scum to to track down and he'd down right drool. But hosh posh and formal attire, was not his game. Yet, it was required of all of them.

Not knowing what to do, he walked stiffly towards where Than and Skylla stood. Nodding to the various locals he passed by he stopped and positioned himself just a little distance away so as to not seem like he was intruding but still able hear the conversations they were having with the various members of the squadrons and locals. And there he stood wearing his Imperial sash and black beret slightly cocked to the right. He didn't mind. He was sure none of the locals had ever seen a wookie let alone understand a word he might say anyway.

The atmosphere to Etan was refreshing. Even though this was a tropical rainforest and Etan's homeworld was a temperate rainforest it still had a feel of home. Besides, wookies had ways of bearing extreme temperatures at both ends of the scale. His mind wandered as he gazed out the nearby window watching the palms illumated by tiki lights.. It took him back to a time when he was a small wookie. He and some of the other young wookies would go chasing thruogh the forest after Zeti lizards. They were big and powerful and could most likely eat a young enough wookie if one ever caught one. They were fairly rare now due to hunting and are now a protected species. But when one was found the young wookies would hollar and roar trying to see who could get the closest.                                                                                                                                                                                  Another thing he remembered about his forest was that most of the trees had thick vines that twisted all around them. So another game he like to play was "Jungle Warrior", a name he made up specially for him. He would climb a tree, grab a vine and swing from tree to tree until he either fell out or came to tree with no vines. The object of course was, well naturally not fall, but more importantly to make sure you picked a tree with vines to swing to next. He actually became quiet profficient at it.

His mind drifted back to the jungle outside. He wondered if he might get a chance to explore it some. He would ask commander Than if that might be okay at a more apprpriate time of course. It sure would be something to go tramping through the jungle again.

His attention returned to the dinner party at hand. Guest' and squadron member were still arriving. "I guess I could have delayed a little longer." he thought to himself. Oh well, no matter. He listened as Enzadi began a joke.

Enzadi quote: " So this VE Pilot is standing atop a hill when a VE Stoormtrooper comes walking by. The pilot shouts down to the trooper " why don't you go home to your mama you good for nothing piece of meat." He continues shouting insults until finally the trooper has had enough. He charges up the hill towards the pilot. the pilot disappears behind the hill. The trooper follows seconds later the battered and beaten trooper is stumbling back down the hill with the pilot shouting " Yeah that's right go home and change your diaper you worthless trooper. At the same time, two troopers are walking by. Seeing what they see, they charge up the hill after the pilot .As they near the top, the pilot again disappears behind the hilltop. The two troopers follow. Fighting can be heard and the next thing you know the two trooper are retreating back down the hill battered and beaten with pilot shouting obscenities at them. At that time a whole platoon of storm trooper are passing by and seeing what they see, they charge up the hill. Once again, the pilot disappears behind the hilltop. The troopers follow and one by one or two by two they go back down the hill battered and beaten. The pilot shouts obscenities at them as they retreat. Just at this time a whole battalion of trooper in formation come maching by. Seeing what they see they charge up the hill. As before the pilot retreats behind the hilltop. As the first trooper reaches the top he looks down, turns around and yells " GO BACK GO BACK. There' a flight of them." " end quote.

The moral of the joke of course is the power of a flight fighting together compared to the power of one lonely pilot fighting alone. Everyone laughed and Etan's hearty wookie laughter made everyone laugh a little harder. Soon the laughter died down and Etan decided to find a seat. There was one next to C3PX2. That looked as good a place as any. Etan sat nodding cordially towards C3PX2.

The holowaitress promptly popped up asking " Can I take your order ah.. sir or mam?" C3 spoke up for Etan " He's a he and I'm sure he'll let you know when he's ready to order. He hasn't even had time to look at a menu yet. Matter of fact I'll let you know when he's ready to order." The holowaitress went on to find somewhere else where she might be needed. " Thank you C3. " Etan nodded. " No problem friend. Just tell me what you want and I'll order it for you when you are ready. I for obvious reasons am not eating." C3 replied.

"You know Etan might I ask you opinion into something that has been troubleing me only slightly, but I would like a better understanding of." C3 asked. " Of course." Etan responded. " Why does everyone act like they trust me but then they do not. I can not quite explain it. Do you know what I mean?" C3 inquired. Etan responded " I think I know what you mean. Everyone finds you to be a very competent pilot able to receive instructions but without emotions they might not be to sure how your leadership capabilities might be. Am I close." " Yes Etan, very close I might add." C3 said. Etan went on without urging " I think it might be the fact that to most of them are not used to a droid that is wholly independent. To them droids are tools to be used to do their masters bidding. I, however, have found droids to be very independent when left to their own designs.. Also, I think some may fear anyone that seems to lack emotion. It scares them. Once again, I don't know about you who is a much superior entity than all other droids I have ever seen. But, I have known quite a few of the C3PO series units and they can be quite tempermental. Just tell one of them thier head is on backwards and see how flustered they get. Not only that but I have been around quite a few of the astro droids too, and they have quite unique personalities themselves. I just think you as a one of a kind superior droid actually keep your little quirks in check. Maybe it's time to let go, live a little, have some fun, give yourself a break. Does any of this make sense to you C3?"  "Most definetly Etan." C3 replied.

Etan returned to his menu. "I want the steak C3. Just steak. A triple order as rare as can be. and thanks again C3." " No problem Etan. We are all brothers here. Even the Nazgul, although we always seem to be in some sort of competion with them. So you might call them our step-brothers. " C3 replied.
(a dialog follows )
Etan: " Did you just make a joke?"
C3: " No. Just an observation."
Etan: " Yeah, that was a joke if I ever heard one."
C3: " It was not intended to be. So please do not insult my intelligence by inferring so."
Etan: " Okay, if you say so, but I still think it was a joke."
C3: " It was not. So please do not mention it again."
Etan: Okay, Okay I won't, so please just order my meal for me."
C3: " I will."
Etan: " Thank you."
C3: " You are welcome."

Just at that time Endazi had taken the empty seat next to Etan. The holowaitress was on him like a shark to cut fish. " And what would you like to order sir." she inquired. He started to cough a little. Holding up his hand he replied " I'm not really sure just yet. I might have to excuse myself." With that he got back up and made a beeline for the bathroom and you could hear one of those scratchy throated coughs that like to go on incessantly begin as he pushed his way through the bathroom door. " Poor man. Is he going to be alright." said C3. " I'm sure he will be just fine." Etan responded."



Alright that's it for now and I'm not really finished. And it only took me three and a half hours to type it all in. I haven't even gotten to the lights out yet. I lost count at 1500 words could someone give me an exact number. I could just prepare my next big juicy post and start with the lights out.



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  RE: Kaph Squadron Story Thread June 12, 2007 9:59:39 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Kaph 9


I wonder what happened to Claudia?  Maybe she got shot right in the chest but survived.  Oh how much I hope that was the out come for that whore.

The old rifle wasn't much to look at.  It's original owner was probably a clone trooper during the Clone Wars.  Though it was functional, and that was all that mattered out here.  Sion seemed to have taken a back seat to the SL, which made sense since the Storm Trooper was the expert here.

It had been over an hour since the last revolutionary attack and everybody was beginning to get jumpy.

"Hey, Squad Leader, do you have a name?" asked Sion to break the silence.

"Yeah, it is Senior Sergeant Wilson," replied the Trooper.

"Anything shorter you go by?"

"Sir or Senior Sergeant, take your pick."

The two other surviving troopers laughed, even though one was injured.  These men were the poster children for rough necks.  They were so much ahead of those soft troopers assigned to guarding the inside of the Atrus.

"Can't a Zoomie with a rank plaque get some respect out here in the sticks," joked Enzadi.  "He can't help that he isn't sitting on his ass in an armored ball right now."

Everyone roared with laughter.  There always had been tensions between the two corps, such an ice breaker joke could be understood by both sides.  The SL held a hand up to his ear all of a sudden.  He was getting something from command.

"What's up," asked Kaph Leader.

"I think I know why we haven't seen anything," replied the Wilson.  "The enemies initial attack has been put down by Imperial forces.  Right now they are regrouping."

"Are we there yet?" asked the Strangler in his best little kid impression.

"My GPS tells me that we are almost there," replied the SL, slightly annoyed.

It wasn't a ten more mile comment either, for ten minutes later a concrete complex came into view.  It was a sight for sore eyes with its watch tower and heavy repeater turrets.  It was pocketed with blaster burns and places where explosive devices of some sort or another put 'dents' in it.  The complex had obviously seen some fighting.  The blast doors slid aside, a medic came running out to assist the injured soldier.  After fierce fighting, they had made it to the eastern bunker at last.


Skylla ran her hand across the hull of a TIE Interceptor.  She loved how the sound that it made struck fear into the hearts of the enemy.  She couldn't wait to get it so that she could cause the revolutionaries pain.  Unfortunately, Than made a point of waiting just in case one of the other flights made it there soon.  Where did he go now that I think of it?

She found Than talking to a Tech about the specifications of the fighters.  He was pleased to hear that they were the Vast Empire model, meaning that they had a light shield generator and a payload of eight rockets.  Any of them would have been able to fly the original model, but the VE model was more convenient.

Then Skylla saw the last thing she wanted to see in the world.  Claudia had some how gotten to the bunker and unscratched.  She looked over at the old blaster and toyed with the idea of make it look like a miss fire.  Figuring finally that she couldn't get away with it she went back to the drawing board.

"I'm so glad to see that you have all survived," began the assistant.  "Especially you, lieutenant."

Oh you don't want to go there sister.  Skylla was now fuming.  It could be bad for your health.


Kaph 1


I think that Claudia has a death wish right now.  The question is if I should warn her that Skylla is going to kill her or if I should just it happen so I don't get reprimanded by Rose Thorn later.

He looked at his wrist watch.  He was beginning to worry that the others were not going to make it, that their blooded bodies were somewhere back in Jeeda.  Waiting, just waiting to be buried in a mass grave in the chaos of the revolution.

"Skylla, can I speak with you in private for a second?" asked Sion.

"Certainly," replied Skylla.  He noticed that she glared at Claudia as they walked away.  They found a storage closet.  "What is wrong."

"Do you think...do you think they are going to make it?"


Kaph 9


To everybody else right now he seemed invincible, he was an inspiration for hope.  Nothing got to him, he never caved in.  But to her he was an insecure man who worried a lot.  Only to her would he reveal his emotions, he was perceived as a rock to everybody else.  In front of them he was leader, in front of her he was just a man.

"They'll be fine Than," replied Skylla.  "You and Will and trained them well."