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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][LoC-DD][CM-PL]

Special re-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][LoC-DD][CM-PL]

Le Tally!
 
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Than Sion held the control yoke loosely, there was no reason to be worried.  So far he had seen nothing for enemy fighters and any attempt to shoot down Imperial forces had been foiled.  From the time that Flight 1 had stepped into fighters their lives had been a cake walk.

"This is Kaph Leader to Flight 1, form up on me.  We're going to do the actual run on the artillery emplacements."

He turned his attention to the targeting display at the base of the control yoke as he armed a missile.  He requested a target lock, nothing happened.  He tried again, the same result.  He shot over the target with out getting a rocket hit.

"Kaph 3 to Kaph Leader, I can't get a missile lock."

"I couldn't either, Kaph 3," replied Sion.  "I think they are jamming our targeting computer.  We'll have to dummy fire."

"I copy that Kaph Leader, preparing for second run."

"What is going on up there!" yelled Buck.  "We can't hold out here much longer!"

"I read you Lieutenant, we are having some difficulties.  The enemy seems to have jamming technology," replied Kaph Leader.

"How can that be!?  We are talking right now, are we not!?."

"Lieutenant, there are other kinds of jamming than that for communications frequencies.  They have rendered our targeting computers useless on them.  That means we can't get a pretty lock on them.  I'll shut up now so I can get back to doing my job.  Kaph Leader out."

He was already turned around when he finished his "enlightening" conversation with the platoon leader.  He monkied with the dials on the targeting display computer until it brought up a black and white simulated image that represented the firing area of the missile tubes.  He knew if something wasn't done fast that Blazer Platoon would be toast.  He was now clutching the yoke hard, his gloves concealing white knuckles.  He was glade that the helmet maintained clear lenses because he was sweating badly.  Sion lined up his shot, bringing both of the artillery pieces into his display.  From their spacing he knew that he would only be able to take one out with his current payload.

"Rose Thorn, change your targeting display to simulated ground, I need you to take out the closer battery," said Sion.

"Roger that Kaph Leader, I have it covered," replied Skylla.

Sion returned his attention to his monitor.  He brought the farthest big gun into the yellow targeting box.  The breathing through his face mask was heavy as he pushed down on the emerald trigger...


Blazer Platoon


"Where did the Squints go?" asked one the Strom Troopers.

"I see em, I see em," shouted another trooper.  He pointed to four dots in the sky.

There was a flash of light from the lead fighter closely followed by the third TIE.  Two grey streamers fell toward the source of the shelling.  One of the artillery pieces was hit, going up in an orange ball of fire, quickly followed by the other.  The fire was quickly masked by a large plume of dark grey smoke.

"Ye ha, say bye-bye rebel scum!"

"How do you like dat, bitches!"

"Fire works are over boys, let's move out now," ordered Lieutenant Buck...

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ESC/ESN Than Sion/Kaph 5/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)(=*SA*=)(=MA=)[LoM][VC:S][CBV](x2)[MC:1][GWC]{VB}

--SC of Kaph Squadron

Elite is our title, we must defend this honor!

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

In just the small mark of a half an hour, Etan had made his way to the eastern bunker. His long legs and quick steps had brought him there, not too late, but an hour or so behind first flight. He glimpsed the beleagured Imperial troops holding the hanger as first flight Tie fighters flew support. Etan wasn't sure of what to do. He was caught behind enemy lines that were slowly closing in on the hanger. Etan knew, from according to commander Than's earlier commands, that it was part of his mission to reach the hanger and fly aerial support for the remaining ground troops. However, as before stated, Etan was just as comfortable being a part of the ground assault as he was being a pilot. Etan was at a delimma.

  For now, Etan still needed to break through the rebel lines to get to that bunker. Etan watched as what he considered to be first flight flew reconnaisence, taking out the artillery assault that was bombarding the bunker. Etan laid low, making his plans. He waited inside the jungle not far from the tiled road.

  He heard movement along the road. It was an Imperial stormtroopers squad. Not knowing how he would be recieved, Etan waited as the troop movement passed. Looking forward, he could see thier objective. A pair of AA guns perhaps a half a mile ahead and covered in the jungle. Etan was sure there would be some kind of anti-personel trap waiting for them, but wasn't sure how experienced the stormtroopers would be with such devices. He hadn't seen any special insignia that would relate them as being special forces, so Etan took action.

Etan crossed the road to the other side in a movement. One wouldn't really have seen him with his two steps crossing the road into the other side of the jungle, unless specially trained. Once there, Etan made his way stealthfully towards the artillery emplacements.

  Making his way further into the jungle he lost track of the Imperial squadron to his right. He assumed they had slowed to make a surrvelience of the area. Etan hadn't needed to do such a thing. He knew that the further he entered the jungle that the less anti-personel devices that would be needed. He knew the rebels would rely upon the thickness of the jungle to protect them. Etan only hoped that he would make his assault before the less experienced stormtroopers would.

  Suddenly, from the sky, one of, what only Etan knew to be, Kaph squadron's first flight made a drop on one of the two AA guns. Etan was close enough to see the rebel troops retreat in disarray. One flew past him with little notice, while a second ran right up on him as he rose to the occasion and put his Naval issued dagger right into his gut. The uniformed native dropped to the ground with Etan's help silently.

  At the same time, the stormtrooper's squad used this distraction to overwhelm the other AA gun. From Etan's view twelve plus rebels were taken down while one AA was demolished and a second taken by Imperial troops.

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Grammar, mechanics, punctuation, spelling, diction, effectiveness in the science, and larger elements are the facts at hand. The Harbrace College Handbook edited by JOHN C. HODGES

FM/LCR ETAN EVNSTAR/Kaph 7/flight 2/mSSD Atrus/def/VEN/VE/(=A=) Phoenix wing

"Kaph 11 to Kaph 9, are we gonna blow that sucker out of the sky?" Growled Krius.

"No. Were going to regroup with the rest of Kaph before attacking them. There could be a full squadron waiting for us around that mountain, and you know we won't stand a change against them."

A pained look shot through Krius. He didn't want to admit defeat, but for once he knew he would be wrong. If they attacked, they would be obliterated in a matter of seconds. Those fighters were to fast, and on top of that they were out numbered. Now is not the time to let your ego get in the way Krius... He opened up the channel again and replied. "Affirmative 9."

"Let's make a bee-line to those guns. If the fighters follow us-- Which I doubt they will-- Then we'll have to request for backup," C-3PX2 stated over the Comm.

A series of clicks signaled the Flight was ready to begin the bombing run. Krius opened up a private channel with the newest "temporary" addition to the squadron. "Kaph 12, how's everything going?"

"G-Going? E-Every thing's fine, d-don't worry, I got it all under control." Trigger answered nervously.

"Oh really?" Krius replied with a grin, "you sure about that? I dunno, you don't sound so good to me," he finished sarcastically.

"A-As long as you have my back, I'm fine."

"Don't worry Trigger, I got you. I'm just going to warn you though, this ain't gonna be a piece of cake. Things are about to get pretty bad, so get ready to pull off some fancy moves. And hey, remember who you're flying with. This is the Elite Squadron buddy, only the best fly with us."

Krius' words struck home, having the exact effect he wanted them to have. "Affirmative 11. I won't let you down," replied Trigger with new found confidence and determination.

Krius turned to face the task ahead of him. Looking out the view port of his TIE, Krius could see artillery shells raining down on the local military force, tearing apart anything that lay in their path. Tree's were set ablaze sending large black plumes of smoke into the pink colored sky. It was an amazing yet heart wrenching sight.

Large red blips appeared on Krius' radar as the flight approached the blazing artillery guns.

"I'm going to mark our first target on your radars. Get ready for run number one," C-3 said.

Krius looked at his radar. Seconds later a yellow circle appeared on one of the red blips. A beep radiated from the ships console, catching his attention. On the console screen, the number "10,000" appeared. Krius took that as the signal to drop down to 10,000 feet. He slowly pushed the control yoke forward, letting his fighter fall into a shallow dive. He looked at his Altitude meter, watching the numbers decrease from 20,000 to 15,000, and eventually 10,000.

Let the battle begin...
 
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KaphSquadron
EFM/ PO1 Krius/ Kaph 11/ Wing 2/ mSSD Atrus/ Pheonix Wing/ VEN/ VE/ (=A=)/ [MC1]
Krius=Leon
Elite Squadron Flight member Kaph 11.

"Let them fly!" C-3 shouted into his Comm. Trigger and C-3, both in the center of the arrow-head formation, let two bombs fly. The second they released, the four Fighters pointed their noses skyward, and shot off. "Target is destroyed. Lets move onto number two."

"Roger that Flight Lead-" Krius was cutoff abruptly, his shields started flashing, streaks of red speeding by the cruising Fighters. "Crap, they got AA's! Begin evasive maneuvers!" Krius frantically screamed over the Comm, directing it more towards Trigger then anybody else. Krius pushed hard on the control yoke, bringing his TIE Interceptor into a steep dive. Scarlet lasers blew past his fighter, just hair widths of missing his shields. Krius yanked back hard on his control yoke, pulling out of the dive at 5,000 feet. The usual tinge of red that usually creeped up on his peripheral vision didn't appear this time. "Sith spawn! Its still to heated down here!" Cursed Krius.

Krius let go of the control yoke, cocked his arm back, and let his arm fly into the yoke like an open palmed punch. His TIE Fighter's nose lurched downward, faster then Krius anticipated. The sudden change of direction at the speed he was going proved to be to much for the young but experienced Pilot. His vision went hay wire, black spots with the usual tinge of red appearing. The scarlet laser blasts from the AA guns below only added more effect to the strange rainbow colors that now circled his vision. Damnit Krius! That was the dumbest thing you've ever done in a dog fight! Even with the new handicap, Krius still had control over himself. He suddenly realized that he was still hurtling down towards the planets tree covered surface. In a few seconds, Krius would be turned into a pile of ash.

Krius gripped the control yoke of the Interceptor as hard as he could, took a deep breath, and pulled. The yoke shook in his hands, feeling as if it would snap any second.  Remembering that he had more then one arm, Krius took his left hand and gripped it over the knuckles of his right. The yoke shook with even more intensity now. Krius closed his eyes, forcing himself to try and stay calm, and just focus on getting his ship parallel to the ground. This just happened to get a bit harder.

A high pitched beep signaled he was only 500 feet from ground level. "C'mon! J-Just a little bit more!" Strained Krius, his voice shaking from the torture he was enduring. He was on the verge of passing out, but he had to hold on, he couldn't die now. Krius pulled as hard as he could, every muscle in his arms buldging with effort. He could feel it, the nose was slowly floating upwards, now if only it could go a little bit faster. Krius kept pulling, his face red with exhaustion.

"Eleven, pull up now! You're gonna hit the tree's!" Shouted some unknown Flight 3 member.

Krius didn't bother responding, he needed to put all his concentration and effort into the task at hand. A small side of Krius wanted him to succumb to the fatigue, it wanted him to fall unconscious, and let deaths hand rid him of the world. Unfortunately for death, he wasn't about to give up, not yet. He still had a life to live and places to go. Besides, Krius wasn't the type to give up. "AHHHHHHHH!" Krius screamed, and screamed, and screamed, and& "I did it!!!!!" Shouted Krius with excitement.

His fighter was now parallel to the ground, the belly just inches off the tree tops. He gently pulled back on the stick, not wanting to make the same mistake as before. His vision was beginning to clear up, the battle coming back into picture.

"Alright Flight 3, I'm back in the action."


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KaphSquadron
EFL/ PO1 Krius/ Kaph 5/ Wing 2/ mSSD Atrus/ Pheonix Wing/ VEN/ VE/ (=A=)/ [MC1]
Krius=Leon
Elite Squadron Flight Leader Kaph 5.

"Flight 3, Flight 1 is going to rendezvous with us on the acquired pinpoint on your maps. I'm sending the coordinates now," C-3 reported.

Seconds later, Krius' console screen was filled with a variety of letters and numbers, showing him the exact spot of where Kaph Squadron would meet up. "I've got the header, making my way over there now," Krius called in over the Comm.

Krius scanned the tree tops below, looking for any hint of a Rebel getting ready to fire off a Proton Torpedo. He was on constant alert, jumping at any sign of movement from the forest below. He could imagine hundreds of Rebels creeping under the green rug that concealed them, getting ready to spring at any moment. They were like bugs, nasty ones. Bugs that could kill you if they managed to sink their teeth under your skin. The thought made Krius shudder. He didn't like bugs, they scared him, but if it came down to it, he would crush them with his bare hands. Just like the Rebels, Krius thought with a deranged smirk.

Whoa, I think all these fancy maneuvers are finally getting to me. Note to self: Don't play with death... Wait, I don't play with death, it plays with me... Or wait, do I play with death? That is something I will never find out... Unless I die. Wow this gets really confusing! Krius shook his head, not wanting to press the matter. It really was confusing, but in a comical way. Krius looked at his radar, checking for any enemy activity. None could be seen, but he did see something that brought him much comfort. Four green blips.

"Welcome back Kaph Lead," Krius called over the Kaph channel.

"Yea, it's great to be back. I see that you've picked someone up?" Than Sion questioned.

"Yes sir, we couldn't ask for a better Pilot," C-3 joined in, speaking up for Trigger.

"Well that's good to know, it's always nice to receive fresh talent," Than Sion replied. "So how many guns do we have left? I want to get this over with already."

"We have two gun stations left, sir. They shouldn't be too much of a problem. There are, however, a squadron of unknown Fighters somewhere amongst this region. We believe they are hostile. They're E-Wing Advanced Star Fighters. Slightly faster then us sir. We managed to take one out before they retreated, they could just be surveillance crafts."

"I highly doubt it. We encountered an enemy TIE Fighter Squadron. They tried to get the jump on us, but I knew better then that. The pilots didn't know a thing about flying, I hope I can say the same for these Fighters. For now, let's worry about destroying these gun stations. I want a protective formation around the bombers. Kal, Skylla, and I will take the front. Krius, Aristoc, and The Strangler will take the back. Keep the formation tight, as soon as we finish our strafe run, I want the bombers to hit them, and then a strafe run from the flanking guard, everyone got it?"

A series of clicks signaled that the Squadron--Or what was left of it--Was ready. They still hadn't heard a word from Flight 2, hopefully they were alright. The squadron's formation was tight, yet spread out at the same time. Distance wise, they were as close as could be, but the width of the formation itself was loose.

"Get ready for enemy contact," Kal said over the comm..

Oh I've been ready. Krius gripped the joy stick with his right hand, and let his left hand hover over the firing controls. Just then, an idea came to mind. "Kaph Leader, I just remembered that we have missiles. We can hit them with one run! We don't need the bombers for both. They can pull out after the first target is destroyed, and we can finish the others!"

There was a pause over the comm as Krius waited for the reply. "Good thinking 11. You all heard what he said; I want the bombers to hold back after the first target is destroyed. We can handle the second target. It's less risky," finished Than Sion as he turned to face the oncoming Gun Station.

A scarlet laser blast shot past the fighters, no where close of hitting its target. It was intended as a warning shot, or at least seemed like one. A second shot zipped past the Squadron, closer then the one before. There were more lasers now, and their shots were getting closer and closer to their intended targets. Krius started jerking his fighter up and down, trying to make himself as hard a target to hit as possible. He then added side movements to it, changing the pattern up every time a laser shot past his fighter.

To Krius's surprise, the volley of scarlet death rays didn't come in huge quantities anymore, and were easy to dodge. This made Krius grow comfortable, one of the worst things a Fighter Pilot could do in times like this. "This is going to be easy."

Krius watched as Than Sion's group of Fighters engaged the enemy, lighting up trees and turning metal to liquid. The bombers followed, each dropping one bomb onto the helpless but courageous Rebels. The rear guard didn't even have to do anything; the bombers had gotten the job done. The gun station erupted in flames, sending large chunks of metal skyward, along with a few bodies to add to the magnificent display.

"Target one is destroyed, lets move onto the ne-" Than Sion was cut off by another voice.

"Control to Kaph Squadron, we have some good news. An Imperial squad of Storm Troopers managed to capture one of the gun stations, there is no need to destroy it. We also have reports of a few Pilots with them, one of them being a Wookie."

"A Wookie? Then those are my Pilot's, control. Are there any other reports of enemy forces near by? We'd be more then happy to take them out, over," Than Sion replied.

"Copy that Kaph Leader. The local forces have managed to put a hold on all ground threats. There is only one more thing your squadron has to worry about. An enemy squadron of E-Wings."

"Speaking of E-Wings," Than Sion added, throwing a glance at his radar, "Their on their way here right now. Permission to engage?"

"Permission granted. Be advised though, you are outnumbered."

"Don't worry control, Kaph Squadron has been outnumbered plenty of times before, it's no big deal. Kaph Leader over and out."

"Than, what do you want us to do with the Bombers?" C-3PX2 asked.

"I want you to land and help the AA gunners, you'll soon know why."

"Roger that Kaph Leader."

The two Bombers broke off from the squadron, turning back around from the way they came. "Here's the plan Kaph," Than Sion broke in. "Were gonna lure them into a trap. We need the fight to stay over the gun station, that way our AA's can help get them off our backs. As long as we stay within AA range, then we shouldn't have anything to worry about. Everyone got that? Good," Than Sion answered before anyone had time to reply.

"I have the targets in my sights," Kal called in over the Comm. "Kaph Leader, I have a suggestion. There's only eleven enemy Fighters. If they choose to go two on one, then that will leave one of us with one fighter to deal with and that shouldn't be a problem at all. That one pilot needs to deal with the fighter as quickly as possible, and then assist us.  That's just about the only way we can do it," finished Kal.

"Good thinking Kal. Everyone form up on me, and follow my lead. Loose Arrow Head formation," Than said.

The squadron did as they were asked. The E-Wings were coming in hard and fast, trying to get the Imperials backs. That's exactly what they wanted. Krius throttled up to full speed, following Than's lead. The E-Wings Pilots were probably thinking that they were suicidal, but unfortunately for them, they didn't know that one of their gun stations had been captured.

The tree's below were nothing more then a green blur now, the Gun Station up ahead growing bigger and bigger as they approached. "Wow these guys are fast!" Krius exclaimed to himself as he saw how much distance they had gained on the Imperial Squadron. Krius reached up to his left, flicking a red switch and a green switch. He then quickly pressed a couple of buttons next to the switches, and watched on his Shields screen as they were boosted to 110% for the cost of some fire power. His fingers danced along the control panel as he powered all his shields energy to the back of his Fighter. He was going to need it.

"Here we go!" Krius shouted over the comm as they passed over the Gun Station. Seconds later, the sounds of blazing laser cannons could be heard from behind, followed by an explosion. Krius managed to squeeze a look from behind, and was happy to see that one of the enemy Fighters was destroyed. A cloud of smoke signaling where it had once been. For some reason, the speeding Fighters actually comforted him. They were novices after all.

Krius started to slow his ship, watching the other Kaph Pilots speed away. One of the enemy E-Wings let out a dual linked blast of cannon fire, and this is when he sprung into action. Krius yanked the control yoke into his chest, and then slanted it to the left, making his ship rise at an angle. He stamped down hard on the left rudder pedal, making his ship start to spin to the left, and then widened the arc of his turn. Krius grinned as he initiated the barrel roll, watching the squadron shoot past him.

Jamming the throttle to full, Krius was kicked back into his seat with the sudden increase of speed. The enemy fighters had tried to slow down, but it was no use. They were caught completely off guard. This also gave Krius room to catch up, which he did with succession. As usual, Krius went for the fighter on the far left, letting out a volley of linked cannon fire. One of the shots managed to hit the surprised fighter pilot, his shields glimmering red.

The fight was on.

Krius quickly turned to the left, managing to stay on the Fighters tail. He fired one linked blast of cannon fire, the emerald lasers streaking towards its target. His shields quickly blinked twice, and then flickered out. Now lets get a missile lock. The E-Wing only had speed on his side, but his maneuvers were disgusting. They didn't even come close to putting him out of harms way. Krius was stuck to the E-Wings tail like white on rice. He quickly started turning the red dial, trying to get an exact distance so he could initiate the missile lock. A small yellow diamond appeared over the enemy fighter on his targeting screen. It quickly turned red, and a high pitched whine filled the cock pit. "Hope you have fun in the after life!" Krius shouted to himself as he fired the missile.

Krius didn't plan on waiting for the missile to hit, he had seen it many times before, and it was nothing new to him. Krius brought his razor edged wings vertical to the ground, and then pulled back on the joy stick, making his fighter do a horizontal loop, which brought him back into the fray.

"Kaph 11, Aristoc needs help, go back him up now!" Shouted Cyleaf who was currently trying to get a fighter off The Stranglers tail.

Krius scanned the air space in front of him, finding his target in only a matter of seconds. He flew as fast he possibly could towards the dodging Aristoc. He was doing fairly well considering it was a two on one, but he wouldn't last long like that. The fighter Krius was going for seemed to take no notice of the approaching TIE, or so he thought. Just as Krius was about to fire a burst of linked cannon fire, the enemy E-Wing did something that Krius never saw coming. A Barrel Roll. The fighter pilot executed it perfectly, an exact imitation of what Krius had done to the squadron before. This guy was no novice, and now he was on Krius's tale.

The E-Wing let out a burst of dual linked cannon fire, managing to get two hits on Krius, dropping his shields down to 50%. Krius juked to the right, initiating a dive right afterwards. He pulled out of the dive as quickly as he had initiated it. To his misfortune, the E-Wing was still on his tail. Krius' ship rocked side to side as it was hit by another blast from the E-Wings cannons, bringing his shields to 10%. One more hit and he would be a goner. He knew he could only do one thing. Lead the fighter into a trap.

Krius break turned port, bringing his fighter in the direction of the gun station. The E-Wing was quickly catching up, throwing away all caution. He wanted a kill. Krius wouldn't let him get that kill though no matter what.

"Kaph 11 to Gun Station! Get this guy off of my tail!"

"You're in the way, we can't risk you get-"

"Screw that, I don't care if you guys shoot me! Just get this guy off my tail!"

Krius had just made a big mistake.

The Gun Station was now in his sights, and that meant they had the E-Wing in their sights& Or so he thought. The next few things happened fast. Five blasts of laser fire were shot from the AA's in the gun station. One of them was headed directly towards Krius' line of flight. He tried to dodge the scarlet ray of death, but was too late in doing so. Pulling up at the last second, Krius felt a small rumble throughout the Fighters hull. A red light started flashing on and off, signaling he had taken severe damage. He was losing energy and fast. Engine Failure.

Another explosion was heard from behind, signaling the E-Wing had been destroyed. Krius did his best to keep calm and called over the Comm system. "I'm hit, I'm hit! I'm going down!"

Krius had to think, and fast. At this point, it looked like the only possible thing he could do was power his shields to the bottom of his craft, and try and use them as a damage nullifier. He would have to land in his trees. That was when Krius saw it. It was a large lake, and from the looks of it, he would be able to make it. Krius pointed the nose of his ship in the direction of the lake. "I've found a lake, I'm gonna try and make a crash landing. Repeat, crash landing in the lake!"

Krius gently guided his ship downwards. He would have to pull up at the last second to try and slow down as much as possible. The lake was even closer now, it could be his death bed, or his savior.

"Five, four, three, two-" Krius yanked back as hard as he could on the control yoke, bringing his ships nose skyward, and then he hit.

It felt as if someone had taken a giant sledge hammer and hit the Fighter with all their strength. Even with the Harness, Krius was thrown around like a rag doll. The next thing he saw was the ship sinking into the lakes murky water, and then everything went black.

Sometime later

Krius awoke, feeling slightly dizzy. He couldn't move his arm, and he was still slightly dazed from the impact of the crash. He blinked hard a couple of times, regaining his eye sight.

He smiled.

Krius was still alive, he had made it. He turned to the left, his grin growing even wider. The whole squadron was there, chatting away happily.

We did it...


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KaphSquadron
EFL/ PO1 Krius/ Kaph 5/ Wing 2/ mSSD Atrus/ Pheonix Wing/ VEN/ VE/ (=A=)/ [MC1]
Krius=Leon
Elite Squadron Flight Leader Kaph 5.

After taking command of the first AA gun, Etan began to take control of the whole ground ops situation in the bunker area.

It's not that the emplaced stormtroopers weren't effiecient. It was only that thier forces were depleted by a massive withdrawal of troops, deemed to be unnessessary. Therefore, when the revolution evolved the entrenched stormtroopers found themselves overwhelmed. As did the Naval dignitaries and thier flight groups.

Flight one and three of Kaph squadron, along with the rest of Nazgul squadron had managed to take to the skies and space.

Etan, being part of flight two Kaph squadron, and feeling like the only one one left from his squadron, was doing what only felt natual to him. Commanding the time and space that he was in.

He commanded a team of stormtroopers to shoot for the stars and intercept any enemy spacecraft that came with in sights. Soon, Etan could not tell, it seemed as if allied Tie Fighters were coming in range.

Yeah, that was flight one and parts of flight three. He knew his comrades in flight formation. Quickly after them were a new fighter group, E-Wings. Etan wasn't familiar with them ,but, quickly ordered his AA gun to fire. Soon enemy craft were falling from the skies as Etan left commands to continue firing on such craft, he left with a platoon of stormtrooper to take over the next position.

Still the hanger bay held on as rebel forces bombarded them from all around. Etan and a few elite stormtroopers had been able to snare an AA gun from them, but still they persisted. Small arms fire and a group from the jungle assisted by a heavy artillery unit continued to bombard the frontal bay. It looked as if the bay would be captured, along with the remaining Advanced Tie fighters that lay within.

Etan advanced with his platoon of stormtroopers, through the thick jungles where noone expected. They were an exceptional group of fighters if not elite. They advanced where none should have gone, and, Etan was proud of them. The Sgt., Etan was bad with names, kept calling to his troops, "YOU WOOSEY,NO GOOD FOR NOTHING A- HOLES CAN'T KEEP UP WITH A WOOKIE. TAKE YOUR A$$E$ BACK HOME."

Everyone of them did thier part. They saw steps from enemy troops where noone else could see. They had constant communication with the rest of the command, including the AA gun they had already taken, which was dropping enemy fighters like flies. Etan personally, would have called them the A-Team.

Etan leading the group could hear, far in advance, rebel forces trying to close in on the hanger bay. Etan wasn't ready for that. There was still a fighter left in there for him. And once he had gained command of the ground situation, he was ready to join he comrades in flight.

Slowly, Etan and the stormtroopers advanced upon the next heavy artillery position. Entrenched around them were snpier and ground forces ready for attack. Etan, taking the lead, took out the first such entrenchment. Two snipers and a machine gun. Quickly, the rest of the stormtroopers took the lead. Slowly, one by one, each enemy entrenchment was taken from behind until only the heavy artilley was left. Etan led the team on that. He charged up quickly, cutting the throat of the first officer, while his great platoon, took over the heavy gun.

Etan, seeing the tides turn slowwly on the battle, talked to the first Sargent, who understood Wookie perfectly. "Sargent Michal. Can you take command of this situation while I try to make my way towards the hanger bay and take command from there." "Aye,Aye Cap'n Crunch" he replied comically.

Etan took that to mean the tides had turned in the battle, and that he could make his way towards the hanger bay to join his comrades in the skies in battle.

And the tides had turned indeed. The stormtroopers in the new emplacement had turned thier heavy guns upon the encroaching rebels, and they fled as the new gun fired. More troops rallied behind this gun.  Troopers from the hanger bay began to advance.
All of this, due to to advances by Senior Crewman Etan. How comical now did that joke told by Enzadi became. " Go Back There is a flight of them."

And how Etan felt like a flight. He had lost his commander CY in the beginning of the campaign. His flight companion Willtconq had never shown up. That left Etan on his own from the beginning. And Etan had persevered. He fought his way through the initial onslaught. He watched as flight one and three made thier way respectively. He looked for support to get him through the destruction. He found his way inevitably. He was able to rally the remaining stormtroopers, while his ever adequate squadron rained destuction from above. He only knew that a Tie fighter was waiting for him in that hanger bay and that the forces he had rallied would help him get there.

Sure enough, as Etan made his way towards the hanger bay, the entrenched stormtroopers were making a charge out. Seeing Etan with his pilot status they formed a line of destruction that was second to none. Firing upon a specially hard target, they cheered Etan on, saying" Go pilot, GO. We got your back."

With that Etan ran on into the hanger bay. Eyeing a specially armed craft, Etan climbed into the Tie A1 Advanced. As far as he was concerned, it was specially built for him. While it had advanced manuverability and fire power, it had extra head room, which is really what the Wookie liked.

Technicians stood by. They weren't really sure about his wookie fighter pilot, but, they wern't about to argue with him. In a flash he was off. He knew the ground situation, but wasn't real claer about the space situation. Immediately he checked his comm and tried to link up with commander Than.

"Commander Than, sorry to be so late, but I had a situation on ground. Crewman Etan reporting sir." Etan hadn't left the stratossphere. Maybe that was the problem. He repeated again. He didn't know what else to do. He knew some of what needed to be done on the ground. But, only one of his flight squadron could assess him of the skies.

Shortly after entering space, commander Than acknowledged Etan's hailing call. "Etan, join flight command to re-enter the Atrius. It's over,son. We have won." Etan was overwhelmed. He hadn't realized how long it had took him to join the rest of the squadron.

Upon landing though, he realized how much of an impact his remaining on the planet had made. Krius, rescued from his crash landing, and being hauled by a floating medics cot had nearly wanted to embrace the big old Wookie, but, couldn't.

" You damn fool. If you hadn't have taken that AA gun I don't know what we'd have done." Krius saluted in pain with his left arm broken. Even Commander Than acknowledged his accomplishments. "Damned it. If a Wookie isn't good for something. Keep this up and we'll transfer you to the Army. Your sure to be a General there before long." All in all the Kaph had a successful mission, and Etan was glad.

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Grammar, mechanics, punctuation, spelling, diction, effectiveness in the science, and larger elements are the facts at hand. The Harbrace College Handbook edited by JOHN C. HODGES

FM/LCR ETAN EVNSTAR/Kaph 7/flight 2/mSSD Atrus/def/VEN/VE/(=A=) Phoenix wing

A long time ago, someone said that you could see into someone's soul through their eyes.  The violet eyes of the Zabrak on the medical cot were now cruelly veiled with flesh.  There was no way to tell the strength of Cyleaf's soul, only the physical condition of his body through beeping machines that were helping him stay alive.  Those computers are worth shit as far as I am concerned.  At this point, no level of medical science will save him if he doesn't have the will to live.  So here I sit in a medical room, waiting for his eyes to open so that I can know what is going on behind them.  Sitting here so that he remembers he has something to live for.

A doctor entered the room, his attention was directed toward Than Sion.  "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but we're going to have to take him back to surgery.  You'll have to leave now."

"I understand, Doctor," replied Kaph Leader.  "Zabraks can be tricky to do surgery on because of their neural track.  You probably had to bring in a specialist, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting."

Sion left the room, heading for the elevator out of the Atrus' medical bay.  He saw Krius leaving a room on his way, Sion approached him.

"Good...morning, Krius," greeted Sion as he glanced at his watch.  "How's the arm?"

"Hey Commander," replied the newly minted flight leader.  "The doc says It'll be all better in a week.  How's Cyleaf?"

Sion replied by shaking his head.  "They still don't know if he is going to pull through or not."

"I hope he does, I don't know what the squadron would be without him.  Hey, I was planning on getting a drink, interested in tagging along?"

"No problem with that."  They entered the repulsor lift, Sion messed with the buttons until he got the desired floor.  "I got all the paper work in last night, you're official now."

"Thank you sir, I'll try not to let you down."

"Sir?  You don't sound like your usual cocky self."

"There are things bugging me right now."

"That seems to be the case with all of us."

The door opened, they strode out of the car...


Kaph 3


She sat on the edge of her bunk cleaning a pistol.  It was interesting how something so complicated could have such a definite purpose.  The same purpose that something as simple as a knife could fulfill.  But that was man, always looking for the next thing that could kill more people or kill people more effectively.  It was something hard wired into homo sapiens, the action of killing each other.  They always looked for what was different between them before they looked for what was similar.  It's both a miracle and curse that man didn't kill itself off on the planet of origin. 

But man isn't all bad.  Humans also have their good side.  Man has the ability to love, to care about other's more than one's self.  A great many a men have given their lives to save a friend or a complete stranger.  It could be said that man is at its best when the times are at their worst.  In times of trouble, men band together to overcome that obstacle which opposes them.  It could be argued that these traits redeem man from the damnation they deserve...   


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SC/ESN Than Sion/Kaph 5/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)(=*SA*=)(=MA=)[LoM][VC:S][CBV](x2)[MC:1][MC:2][GWC]

--SC of Kaph Squadron

3rd Place in Wiki.

Kaph Flight Three was finally home, they were back on the Atrus. Safe from anyone who dares to try to attack them. The Atrus is basically a fortress flying through space. It is impenetrable. C-3PX2 walked out of the hanger bay after landing his TIE/IN in the TIE hanger bay. He walked out to see exactly what he expected to see. This ship was in perfect condition, it was laid back but battle ready. The halls were spotless; the service tunnels were all sealed. C-3PX2 walked down the halls of the Atrus walking towards the Kaph Squadron Quarters. He walked to the door and presses the button to open the door. He walked over to his bunk and noticed a data pad on it. He immediately downloaded the data pad into his neural net, and then erased the data pad clean of any data. He was not sure what this one was, he had not received any updated on Etti IV. He had only received them before he went there, and he did not think he would be getting any more. He stood up and walked out of the Kaph Quarters, he would read through the data on the way.

He then opened the data while he walked through the halls to the bar. Why a droid needed to go to the bar, he was not sure. He began to read the message.

>> E771 1V; l1NknoWN
>: hO571Le2 74keN over KON7RoL.
>: reC4ll oF 4lL 4v41l48le 7rOop2
>: 422em8le NE4R KU@, Ch4n9e 5h1p 1d KoDe 7O:
>:  |<|_|47 |_O4|_1572

Which when put through a Coded message Translator would say:

>> ETTI IV; Unknown
>: Hostiles taken over control.
>: Recall of all Available Troops
>: Assemble near Kuat, Change Ship ID code to:
>:  |<|_|47 |_O4|_1572

The idea was for the ships to assemble and then change their ID code to the specified code. Then they would all jump into the system and radar would show them all as the same ship. He was not sure why, after the loyalists lost the war, they would want to assemble and attack the confederates on the surface. But he knew he had to go and fight, he just had to wait before he could go.

He continued on his was walking through the halls of the Atrus, trying to get to the bar. He knew that all of his squad mates were probably there, since that's where most of them seemed to spend their time. He managed to get to the entrance of the bar, and walked in. He saw Krius up at the bar getting something to drink. He walked over to the bar, "Congratulations of the new position, you have earned it." Krius seemed upset at the comment. "Thanks." He said still somewhat upset. "Any word on Cyleaf's condition? How is he doing?" Krius took a drink, and then said "He is going to make it, it will take a while but he is going to be ok. Didn't you get the com-message?" C-3PX2 looked at his comlink. "I forgot I turned it off before I got here in the bar." Krius slightly laughed. C-3PX2 then took a look around the bar, noticing that everything seemed to be back to normal.

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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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> : -=Kaph Squadron=- : "We have Great Faith in Each Other, It's Called Stupidity."
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> : EFL / PO1 C-3PX2 / Kaph 9 / Phoenix Wing (Wing 1) / mSSD Atrus / DEF / VEN / VE / (=A=), [MC2], [MC1]

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