Trevor and Than were once again meeting in Shazam's office. They had completed their infiltration assignment a week ago, and had been called to Shazam's office to be told of their next duty. Both were seated comfortably in chairs in front of Shazam's desk, listening to him as he spoke.

"After your recent work together and apart on some critical missions for the VEN, I'm pleased to let you know that you'll be being stationed on Misoo for a short while. You may have heard of this place, it is almost like a luxury resort to VEN pilots." Shazam explained, handing each man a couple of photos of the planet and its environment. "Although you are still on active duty while you are there, it's almost vacation like in the sense that no one has seen any action there in years, and the planet itself is beautiful. Expect a lot of free time."

"Who all else is going?" Than asked, handing his pictures back to Shazam, Trevor following suit.

"Doashim group, as well as myself and a few other minor people. I think some of the army is changing posts too, but that doesn't really apply to us at all." Shazam explained, Trevor and Than still paying attention. "Also, a few days after you arrive, the leader of the planet will be hosting a banquet for the Imperials. The locals don't trust us, but he does. So with that being said, remember your dress clothes."

"Yes sir." Trevor and Than replied at the same time, each man smiling at the thought of some very, very easy duty ahead of them. Shazam paused for a moment, as if to think about something, and then spoke again.

"Alright, go assemble your squadrons and have them pack. We leave in 6 hours. Meet in hanger A." Shazam told them, before rising from his desk. They each rose from their chairs and salutes were exchanged, before Shazam dismissed them both. Alright, a half-vacation! Trevor thought to himself as he made his way to tell Nazgul about what was going on.

*** Later ***

It was defiantly a new experience to him. The planet reminded him somewhat of Forman II, but this place had its own unique beauty. The trees, the smells of the air, even the sky all were different. He specifically enjoyed the flowers he had learned were called Asaldi flowers, their colour was like nothing he had seen before and although he wouldn't admit it to any of the Nazgulians except for Tokijin, he really liked them. Not only their colour was amazing, but the scent they gave off only added to the natural smells of rain and trees that everyone seemed to have trouble resisting. Returning to 'real' duty, as so many stationed on Misoo called it, would be a hard pill to swallow. Even he found himself fearing the end of his stay there. On the other hand, this banquet is going to be pretty enjoyable. He thought to himself.

He was standing in his quarters adjusting his dress uniform. The bolero wouldn't sit properly, and he had to fight it for about five minutes before it finally agreed with him. He checked himself over in the mirror before slipping his boots on and carefully lacing them up. He dug through his belongings and found a diminutive blaster pistol, one that fit snugly into the top of his boot. The form dress uniform disallowed side arms, but he always got away with having one in his boot. It was never needed, but he kept it with him anyway. He checked his watch and with a final minor adjustment of his pants and bolero, he stepped calmly out of his quarters. Most of Nazgul had assembled in the hallway already, all expect for one of them wearing 'matching' uniforms. The only differences in the uniforms were the rank bars that each person had. Tokijin was the exception, as she was wearing the regular bolero, stylized for a female, and a long, flowing skirt that was made to look the same as the pants that the men were wearing. She had the option of pants or a skirt, but Trevor assumed that today felt like a skirt-day for her. He nodded to his men and made his way over to Tokijin.

"You look great." Trevor said as her a quick peck on the cheek and stood back for a moment to examine her rank bar. "XO looks good on you too." He continued. She giggled for a moment before sliding a stray hair that had slid down out of her face and poking him in the ribs.

"You don't look too bad yourself you know." She said, tugging on his bolero sleeve a little bit, unknowingly causing it to unsettle itself slightly. Trevor had managed to master its adjustment though, and had it back in place in the blink of an eye. He quickly looked around the hall of men dressed almost the exact same as he was.

"Yeah, but I don't feel very original. It's all the same." He said, coaxing a laugh from her lips. She straightened his rank bar and looked up at him.

"Accessories make an outfit, and you're the only one out of these guys who has that specific accessory. You should feel special." She grinned. A second later a short man in a black suit appeared at one end of the hallway and hurried up to Trevor.

"Commander Evenson?" He questioned in a high-pitched voice, one that Trevor felt would get on his nerves if he had to spend days on end with the man. He nodded and allowed the man to continue. "I'm Bajer, I'll be transporting you to the banquet. If you'd please follow me." He said as he turned on his heel and marched back down the hallway. Trevor took Tokijin by the arm and the two of them led the group of Nazgulians who were still chatting to one another about the planet, the food, and most of all what they expected at the banquet.

"I bet there will be a thousand different types of food." Trevor heard Tomas say, and in the back of his mind he didn't feel that it was an exaggeration at all. The best chefs on the planet were probably going to be cooking, and they'd probably each be working with their specialties. Trevor suddenly became anxious to see the menus, but knew he'd have to wait anyways. Trevor had enjoyed the food at the base that was prepared by Misoo chefs hired by the VEN, but he couldn't wait to taste the creations concocted by the best chefs on the planet. It was a short walk from their hallway to the landing pad, where Trevor noticed an elegant air speeder waiting, presumably for Shazam or some other high-ranking official.

Their ride was a little less spectacular. Trevor was unwilling to call it shabby, but he estimated that of the top-end air limousines, this was near the bottom of the pile. The seats were old and the nerf hide was cracked, but they were still amazingly soft. The carpet was flattened in places on the floor, but still nothing to complain terribly about. It was the mild odor that bugged Trevor. It wasn't a strong smell, but it was enough to cause someone to notice it. It seemed to be a mixture of the wonderful smell of the flowers outside combined with dead animals. No one complained though, most had their minds already seated inside the grand banquet hall rather than in the limo. They filed in and took their seats, most of the flight members closer to the front, with Trevor, Toki, Darius and Tomas sitting near the main back door. Conversation didn't take long to star tout, between the three 'T' named people anyways.

"Do you think there will be a dance?" Tokijin asked excitedly, looking back and forth between Trevor and Tomas as she awaited her answer. Trevor nodded but Tomas took a different approach.

"I sort of hope not. There aren't enough girls to go around, at least in the squadrons. I don't want to dance with a guy." He explained, nodding towards the rest of the pilots in the limo. Toki laughed, as did Trevor.

"Well, Skar should be wearing a skirt anyways." Trevor joked, bugging the newest squadron member. The man twisted his head to look at Trevor, made a face, and turned back to the conversation he was having with Atrick and Sol. Trevor had almost forgotten that Atrick had been re-assigned to Nazgul after being moved around a little bit a while ago. He had been a good squadron member, and as Trevor remembered, he was a good pilot as well.

"Well, if you had told me that he should have a skirt, I could have given him one of mine earlier." Tokijin joked, Skar laughing this time before looking back to the people he was chatting with. The rest of the ride was somewhat uneventful, with mild conversations going on about the food, the other festivities, what they planned to do during the rest of their stay, and things of the like. Trevor remained engaged in conversation with Tokijin and Tomas the rest of the way, mostly about what they had found out about Misoo so far.

"Don't you just love the flowers?" Toki asked, pointing out the window to the treetops that flew below them, tinted orange from the flowers that almost overtook the trees.

"Yeah, they are pretty nice." Trevor replied, and Tomas nodded in agreement. "Have you tried to draw them yet Toki?" He asked, remembering Tokijin's passion for art.

"Not really. I'm still trying to get used to the XO thing, even though we're on half-vacation. I'll probably get a chance to draw them tomorrow or the next day though." She explained, playing with her hair as she spoke. Trevor felt that the tangerine of the flowered world around them helped make the blue streaks in her hair stand out even more then they already did. He had never really asked her why her hair was blue in parts, but it had never really occurred to him before. He just knew that it was something he liked. "I sort of wish we didn't have to be so uniformed though, I would have liked to wear one somehow."

"Well, we'll see what we can do about that." Trevor replied, Tomas still listening as he normally did. Trevor had realized by now that Tomas was defiantly one of the silent types. He would take part in some conversations, but for the most part he just listened and took in information. Trevor used to act that way, but he had opened up a bit more recently and was willing to talk more. Partly because his job required him to be able to speak with his squadron mates though. Suddenly, Tokijin pointed out the window across from her.

"Oh! Look at those birds! There's so many of them!" She exclaimed, and Trevor realized that she was pointing at a flock of birds that easily contained more than one thousand individuals, and covered the spectrum of the rainbow plus a little. "They are so beautiful too&" She trailed off, getting lost in the majestic sight. Trevor had to admit that the birds were beautiful, as did anyone else in the craft that saw them.

Unknown to the watchers in the limo that sped past, what appeared to be birds peacefully taking flight was really three colonies of birds who were fighting for control of a certain section of trees. Plenty were being killed during flight, but with the huge mass of flapping wings it was impossible to notice from inside the craft.

It was only a few short minutes after that that the craft had entered the city and set down on the ground in front of a large palace. Trevor stepped out of the speeder and was immediately hit by the smell of the flowers once again, seeming to be magnified within the city. Glad to have gotten rid of the smell of the limo, he turned around and helped Tokijin out, who was follow by Tomas and Darius and the rest of Nazgul squadron. Bajer exited the limousine and led them up the main stairs of the palace and towards the main banqueting hall. Trevor stood awestruck at the amazing amount of decoration and immediately respected the amount of preparation that had to have been put into the building to make it look as good as it did. Along with the eleven tables that stood next to each other, each covered with a continue silk tablecloth, there were banners hanging from the golden-tinted walls, as well as streamers hanging from the roof that was stretched one hundred feet above their heads. It didn't take them long to be seated by a holographic waitress, at the same table and just a little bit farther down from Kaph. The two squadrons had worked together just previously, but tensions between each other were still high.

A moment later holographic menus were projected in front of each pilot, and everyone began to scroll through them as the holographic waitress that had escorted them to their table waited for them to order. Trevor didn't recognize half the foods or drinks on the menu, and wasn't even paying attention to the prices knowing that he wasn't going to be paying for the meal anyway. Naos Sharptooth? I've heard of that before, it's supposed to be amazing. As are Hawk-bat eggs, especially if eaten with Farrberry sauce. Trevor thought to himself before he waved the waitress over to him.

"Yes?" She questioned in a voice the reminded him slightly of Bajer's.

"I'm ready to order now." Trevor said, his menu shutting down as he said so. The waitress stood silently, awaiting Trevor's request. "I'd like Naos Sharptooth, as well as Hawk-bat eggs with Farrberry sauce. And could I also get Veronian berry wine?" He asked, waiting while the hologram listened to his request.

"Absolutely. We have an excellent year of Veronian wine. Would you like you Sharptooth to be cooked with some of it as well?" The hologram asked. Trevor thought for a moment, trying to recall any fabulous wines he knew of that would be good for cooking in. It took him a moment, but he finally remembered one.

"Actually, could it be cooked in Blossom wine?" He asked. The waitress nodded and was about to turn away when Tokijin raised her hand as well.

"Excuse me, but I think I'll try whatever he's having as well." Tokijin said, and the waitress nodded again. "It sounds wonderful."

"It is, I've never got to try it, but I have heard from people that some of this stuff is the most amazing food you'll ever taste." Trevor replied. A moment later the lights dimmed slightly and the holograms all disappeared, followed by a speech by Lord Tenett. It wasn't very long, but it was enough to cause Trevor to realize just how hungry he was. Conversation went by slowly over the next few minutes, before the lights began to dim once more and Trevor expected another speech. This time something was different. The lights continued to fade until they simply turned off, A moment later a booming voice could be heard over the nervous chatter of the people in the hall.

"Silence!" It demanded. Trevor was unable to pinpoint the exact location from where the sound came, but soon enough his eyes adjust to the dark and he realize they were in quite a bad spot. Hundreds of men lines the walls of the banquet hall, blasters trained on the people seated around them. A moment later another few words were spoken, and before anyone could react, all hell broke loose. Trevor was lucky to be seated near the center of the room and pulled Tokijin under the table with him, trying to shield her from the fire as he did so. He pulled his blaster from his boot and hoped that the majority of the other people at the banquet had thought to do something similar.

OOC: All right, here is the plan for right now. I want everyone to try and make a post right up until we get attacked. I'll be trying to let the flight leaders know what their objectives are over the next day or two. Let's kick some ass, people.

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

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

Clearly Canadian!

Tomas sat at the data terminal in his quarters, struggling to study various subjects in piloting. The stress of having to keep up a facade for such an extended amount time had been stressful on him as it was something he had definitely not been accustomed to. They had been given a short period of time to unwind, but he knew he had to get back to work as soon as possible. In an effort to become a top pilot overall, as well as a better tactician and leader Tomas had managed to complete the Academy's Senior Aviatior's exam and in fine fashion at that. He was now working on preparation's for the Master's exam between trips to the simulator. It was here studying, that Tomas found himself when a message from Trevor arrived:

Got some good news of sorts guys. We're being transferred to a planet called Misoo in recognition for some of our more recent missions. I'm sure some of you have heard of it, and those that haven't it sounds quite relaxing...paradise even. You've got 5 hours to pack, so get to it and meet me in Hangar A. Oh, and be sure not to forget your dress clothes or I'm sure Toki can find something for you.

Ensign Trevor
Squadron Commander

Glancing over the note a second time, Tomas thought to himself Man, it feels like we just got back here and already we're on our way out the door yet again.  This is definitely going to take some more getting used to. But I have to say...paradise? Sounds pretty good at the moment. Closing the message and shutting down his terminal, Tomas began to pack...

** Planetside **

Stepping from the shuttle, Tomas readjusted his pack and took a moment to observe his surroundings. He had to admit, as Trevor's message had stated before this place look beautiful.  It could even be considered paradise, provided there's no cannibalistic tribe deep in the jungle who're going to kidnap me in my sleep. He couldn't help but marvel at the vast jungles that stretched out from the landing platform. The mountains in the distance caused Tomas to exhale in a form of gasp. The entire scenery was simply spectacular and he couldn't wait to do some exploring of the surrounding land. But for now it was off to his assigned quarters and get settled in.

** A Couple Days Later  Banquet Day **

Tomas stood in his quarters, having adjusted his 'uniform' the way he liked it. It was his hair that he just couldn't get to sit right. It would be under his cap for much of the night, but it needed to be properly styled none the less and it just didn't seem to want to co-operate. It could be worse, I could have the hair I had before...that took an hour to tame.  Running his fingers through his hair once more, Tomas decided that it would have to do.

With the major things taken care of, Tomas reached for a small box amongst his things. Once opened, he retrieved his new rank bar which he had yet to be wear. Ah, Senior Chief Petty Officer Tomas...kind of long and unnecessary if you ask me, but a rank is a rank. Having attached it to his uniform, Tomas also picked up the Victory Cross he had recently received. Examining it, he placed it as well as his other medals on his uniform...just to see how it looks of course. I haven't earned anything that deserves to be worn to this sort of event...yet. It's just as well these are staying here, they're making the uniform a tad heavy for my liking. Tomas grinned inwardly at this last thought.  Replacing the medals to where they belonged, he did a once over of his uniform and entered the hallway, waiting for the others to be ready.
"Well don't we all look absolutely dashing," Tomas said sarcastically as the other Nazgul pilots filtered out into the hall. Tomas noticed Trevor among one or two others still hadn't finished. Even Tokijin to Tomas' surprise and amusement had beaten the Squadron Commander out. By the time Trevor and the others emerged (to a bit of razing) the others had grown anxious to be on their way.

The squadron remained standing until a small man approached Trevor and addressed him cautiosly: "Commander Evenson? I'm Bajer, I'll be transporting you to the banquet. If you'd please follow me." Even from down the hallway, Tomas could hear the high pitch of the man's voice (as well as a half decent impression by one of his squadronmates nearby). As the squadron began to finally move on down the hall, Tomas moved up towards Trevor, Toki and Darius while commenting to no-one in particular: "I bet there will be a thousand different types of food." His mouth watered at the thought. I really hope their menus have pictures...I'm never going to be able to decide otherwise. That is, if the have menus at all.

Upon exiting the building, Tomas once again was captivated by the wildlife that co-existed so close to the base. He could only take his eyes off of it when the limo approached. Just before entering, he also noticed Trevor lean down and pick one of the orange flowers growing nearby. Delicately placing it in Tokijin's hair, Tomas smiled as it caused her to jump up and down slightly in excitement. The contrast between her blue hair and the flower was just as amazing as the world around them. There is something about this planet, Tomas thought to himself, that I think I'm going to enjoy.

The limo they had been designated could have been better, but in Tomas' eyes it could have been a lot worse as well. He found it a tad uncomfortable, but he wasn't sure if he could blame that on the vehicle itself or the uniform he was now wearing. He, along with the other 'leaders' of Nazgul sat in the back of the vehicle. Tomas sat gazing out the window at the scenery, before Tokijin broke the silence.

"Do you think there will be a dance?" she asked looking back and forth between Tomas and Trevor so fast that Tomas was surprised it didn't hurt afterwards. Looking towards the front of the limo, he responded to the question:

"I sort of hope not. There aren't enough girls to go around, at least in the squadrons. I don't want to dance with a guy." Eleven guys to one girl...and I'm pretty sure the odds in the other squadrons isn't all that much better. Tomas was a bit relieved to see his fellow squadronmates laugh at his comment.

"Well, Skar should be wearing a skirt anyways." Trevor added as well, allowing for more laughter in the back of the limo and a dirty look of sorts from Skar.

"Well, if you had told me that he should have a skirt, I could have given him one of mine earlier." Tokijin said with a grin. She had to get in on the joke somehow and it resulted in yet more laughter, this time throughout the limo. Once everyone had turned back to their previous conversations, Tokijin brought up the plant life of the planet causing Tomas to look out the window briefly, before sitting back and taking this as his cue to relax and listen to the others. This is what he did for a few minutes, glancing back and forth between Trevor and Tokijin as each took turns speaking.

"Oh! Look at those birds! There's so many of them!" Tokijin suddenly shouted, causing Tomas among others to sit up and look out the window. Birds, numbering in the thousands flew by the limo. Tomas gasped at the sheer beauty of their varied colours. He had barely recovered from the sight, when the limo arrived at their destination.  Patiently waiting his turn, Tomas emerged from the limo. He noticed the surrounding jungle interestingly looked very similar to that that stood around their base, but at the same time it was unique in its own way. He wasn't sure if there would be a limit to his fascination for this place.

Once inside, Tomas noticed that the menus were in fact holographic replicas of the different meals available, arranged as actual plates of the designated dishes. Wow, they think of everything in these upscale places. That should make my decision a lot easier to make.

Trevor and Tokijin had just ordered and the native waitress had moved further down the table to Tomas awaiting his order. Tomas looked up briefly wondering why the in the room were slowly dimming. He was just about to announce his choice when the hologram in front of him turned off entirely followed soon after by the overhead lights.

"Silence!" a voice echoed throughout the banquet hall. The sudden darkness gave Tomas no hope of finding the the source of the angered being. Instead he noticed several armed man surrounding the banquet hall. So much for vacation, Tomas thought temporarily frozen in his chair...

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Senior Chief Petty Officer 'Tomas' Dagoram
FL/SPO Tomas/Nazgul 3-1/mSSS Atrus/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [SoA] [MC1] [MC2] [VC:B]

"Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood, the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart."

Clearly Canadian!

Got some good news of sorts guys. We're being transferred to a planet called Misoo in recognition for some of our more recent missions. I'm sure some of you have heard of it, and those that haven't it sounds quite relaxing...paradise even. You've got 5 hours to pack, so get to it and meet me in Hangar A. Oh, and be sure not to forget your dress clothes or I'm sure Toki can find something for you.

Ensign Trevor
Squadron Commander

Toki laughed out loud when she read this. Trevor had already told her before he had sent the message, but just the last part made her especially giddy. Sure, she could find clothes for her squad mates, but she didn't necessarily want to loan any of them anything. They would stretch it out too much for her to be able to wear anymore! She laughed again and pulled her good ol' faithful bag from beneath her cot. She threw it on the bed. Gee, only five hours to pack? Whatever shall I do?

Tokijin was absolutely ecstatic. Not only would they be going on a half-vacation, but there would be so much food! Growing up Toki never really got to eat any delicacies of any sort, so she was excited to try something. Ohhh, but will I have enough room for it all? And it will all be so deliciously free. Free food is the best kind there is. She mumbled to herself quietly as she packed everything, folding it neatly into her small bag. She picked up her new medals off the nightstand next to her bed, admiring them with a deep sense of pride. So long ago she had been a simple Senior Crewman. She had grown fond the those two words, not exactly caring that it was one of the lowest ranks. It was a rank she could call herself by, and one that made her proud. But her new medals were just so shiny! She looked at them under the florescent light, proudly watching them glimmer in the white light.

She put them away quickly, laughing at herself for being so silly. Guess it didn't seem so weird to her, but once she thought about it she was quite easily entertained. She hummed as she packed, singing the words to a common song on Farhen Rina every time she hummed her way to her favorite part.

She was just so utterly happy! That last mission had kept her on edge constantly. She hated flying Y-Wings, and never wanted to do it again unless duty called for it. But she did it. She had flown well enough to get the job done and she had been so happy to get back into the world she knew so well as outer space. How she had missed being so close it. Being on board a large ship didn't account for the feeling she felt while flying. She went over to her nightstand with a sense of respect and recollection, pulling open the drawer and reaching into it slowly, only to pull out a small white box.

It was the kind that fancy rings came in, but it wasn't a ring the small box contained. She opened it to stare down smiling at an old looking necklace. It was a small heart pendant. It was the color of the ocean on a calm day and it was slightly rusted. Toki had done whatever possible she could without spending a lot of money to keep it in good condition. She left it usually in her cabin when she was out on missions, and she couldn't wear it anymore because the original chain for it was too small. She didn't want to buy a new chain to wear it out of fear from losing it. She smiled down at it with a sense of peace. She didn't look upon it often, only to make sure it was still there.

"Eeth. . . If you could only see me now, boy." She made herself laugh. It would take a lot to ruin her extraordinarily happy mood. She laughed for real when she recalled when she was on the Doashim. She had gone completely bonkers when she had found out her roommates had taken it. She had threatened both of those girls with a mighty beating if she didn't have it returned right away. She was surprised she had reacted in such a violent way; it was usually not in her nature. But she supposed that when she considered how precious this small piece of jewelry was, maybe she wasn't really all that surprised. She snapped the box shut and carefully returned it to the drawer, shutting it slowly, and standing up ritually stretching her arms above her head. She looked at her fully packed bag, smiled and then studied the time. Still . . . Four and a half hours till launch time. Better find some way to keep myself busy.

* * *

Tokijin was carefully putting on her dress uniform. She was sad that she wouldn't be able to wear any fancy dresses, only this drab selection of clothing. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, making sure her hair was perfect from all angles, and that her medals were all perfectly straight. She nodded in satisfaction. Of course then she had to play with the dress skirt for a minute, spinning around in circles, seeing how well it flowered out. The fabric wasn't too bad, nor was it that stiff. She was glad it wasn't. An ankle dress like this wasn't totally restricting. She liked to be able to make long strides. But it would cause some trouble for her if she wasn't careful.

She started walking towards the door, only to stop and look at herself in the mirror one last time. Nodding confidently, she walked out into the hall to find the rest of her squadron.

She looked around for Trevor, but not seeing him made her way over to Tom, trying to make idle chit-chat with him but wasn't having much success. She liked him, but to her disappointment he wasn't much of a talker. She didn't have to worry about anymore awkward silences as Trevor soon made his debut in his shnazzy dress-y uniform. It was now that she really wished she could wear a real dress. She had even put on eyelash enhancer but she felt it was wasted when she could pull off such a better look. The way everyone looked almost exactly the same was slightly depressing. But her spirits were soon lifted when a man in a black suit shorter than Toki came hurrying down the hall.

Tokijin had to stop herself from laughing at the sound of his voice. He sounded so feminine for someone of the male species! It was just so unexpected, and in Toki's high spirits she could hardly contain herself. She pressed her face against Trevor's shoulder, looking away from the man, behind Trevor. He looked down at her giving her an odd look, but she recovered quickly and took the arm that Trevor offered as a lead. He gave her a suspicious glance but Toki just laughed, shaking her head, leaving him in the dark.

Tokijin made sure to get one last smell of fresh air before she plunged into the limo. It smelled bad, but in a way she was glad for the slight change. The constant smell of strong flowers was starting to give her a headache. And even if this wasn't better than before, it was easing the pain. She made sure to sit next to a window so she would be able to catch all the scenery. It was simply breathtaking, all these flowers. She really did wish she had her sketchbook. She would love to draw all these beautiful things in this world around her.

She also wondered if there would be dancing. It wouldn't really be a banquet without dinner and dancing would it? She voiced her wonders out loud and got an honest answer, and a laugh escaped her, going back into the 'Toki skirt' joke. Skar got hit by it this time and Toki couldn't help but add her say into the womanly-Skar subject. It would be interesting to see any of her squad mates in a skirt. She tired to imagine them all in a skirt, but she found Darius the most impossible to imagine wearing a woman's piece of clothing.

She settled down after a bit only to get all excited again at the sight of all the birds. There were so many, in such a clash of spectrum of colors, Toki was having a hard time discerning one bird from the next. But they quickly moved onto other sights and the limo sped away, leaving them behind.

But finally after making more conversation with her squad mates they reached their destination. She followed Trevor out of the vehicle, but she became entranced by the building at which they had arrived at that she didn't pay any attention to where she was stepping and fell forward, her face hitting Trevor's chest. Her feet quickly found ground and she grabbed Trevor's shoulders, making him stand still while she scrutinized his uniform, making sure she didn't get any make-up on him. She sighed in relief and let go of Trevor's shoulders, laughing, embarrassed.

Toki was astounded by the size and the decoration of the place. Her stomach grumbled loudly at the anticipation of food as Nazgul was seated, Tokijin next to Trevor. She was still admiring the decoration of the place when she heard Trevor call over the holo-waiter. Oh, food time! She looked at her menu happily and then sagged slightly in her chair. How was she supposed to pick from all this? She only recognized three or four of these dishes after a quick run through. But it all sounded so good too. . . Toki was overpowered by the size of the menu that she just decided to settle for what Trevor was having. He looked like he knew what he was talking about, she could settle for that. 

She listened to the lord speak contently, waiting for her, but her stomach began demanding food by demanding food when the room was at it quietest. She sighed quietly and began to anticipate as the lights went up, but only to go back down again. This time they went completely off.

"Silence!" The threatening voice thundered loudly, and a deep sense of worry filled Tokijin's entire being and her hunger was completely forgotten. She didn't even bother to look for the source. No matter where it came from she knew it was bad, and as her eyes adjusted to the overwhelming darkness her thoughts were confirmed. Her eyes widened as she did a quick 360, and felt the first shot being fired, and then the sound of blasters firing was the only thing that could be heard. The sight of it all must have shocked Toki because it was only until after Trevor pulled her under the table that she realized they needed to get out of there.

In the confined space she saw him pull out a concealed blaster. Dammit! Why didn't I think of that? Number one rule: Nazgul vacations are never really vacations. Trevor's protective arms wrapped around her in an attempt to protect her from any incoming fire. Nothing had reached them yet.

"Did you bring a weapon?" Trevor spoke in her ear, quickly while looking around at the others below the table trying to pinpoint the pilots of Nazgul, but while it was still dark he had no luck.

Toki shook her head. "Where in the word would I hide one?" He nodded, almost absent absentmindedly listening to her.

"We need to find the rest of Nazgul. Stay close, alright?" Toki nodded, her angry features taking over the features of her make-uped face. It was time to get into the groove of the whole life or death situation once again.
 
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TECH/SCPO Tokijin/Phoenix Wing/Str Doashim/1FL/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [BWC] [VC:B]

The chaos was increasing. Jack realized how bad the situation was becoming. Something had to be done to turn the tables on the attackers before someone got hurt.

As if on some kind of cue, Dahn Basai, Nazgul Eight, ran toward the table under which the rest of Nazgul Squadron was taking cover. The armed men saw him running, and they shot him in the knee. Tomas pulled Dahn in under the table, and despite having been shot, Dahn did the best to muffle his cries of pain. "Trevor!" Tomas yelled. "We've got a man down!"

Jack sat underneath the table, pointing his arm blaster out as a sort-of threat to the enemy, as if the arm was saying, Shoot again at one of my friends, and I'll take you all on. Jack didn't dare fire, however, for fear of a hostage being executed. Then again, none of the armed many probably knew of the built-in blaster. Still, Jack pulled his arm back underneath the table. The time for battle was not right now. Perhaps the attackers would state their demands, and peace could be negiotiated - long enough for Nazgul to find the leader of the enemy and kill him. Jack approached Trevor, saying, "Do we have some sort of a plan?"

"No, Jack," Trevor said, trying to remain calm. "But we have to do something soon before it turns deadly for us."

"I agree. Should we fight?" Jack asked, a feeling of uncertainty surrounding him.

"I don't know," Trevor said. "It would be the right thing to do, of course, but -"

Suddenly, the other Nazguls began firing at the enemy. Jack, despite his earlier feelings of dread toward fighting now, joined, using his blaster pistol instead of his super battle droid arm blaster - a tactic he used so that if he was captured, he wouldn't be completely defenseless. It had always worked before. Jack took out two targets, both surprised by the sudden counterattack.

"What's the plan, Trevor?!" Tomas said, apparently looking for Trevor.

Trevor and Jack approached Tomas, careful to avoid being killed. "Alright, Tomas, we want to get away from here as fast as possible. I'm sure they've got a hangar somewhere in the palace," Trevor said. "Take your flight and try to find our ticket out of here." Then, to the rest of Flight Two: "Flight Two, we're not leaving anyone behind here. Getting Dahn some help is your number one priority, got that?"

"Yes, sir," Darius replied, taking out one of the enemies.

"That plan's all fine and good, Trevor," Tomas said, firing more shots. "But where are you guys going to be while all this happens? And more importantly, how do you intend for us to do all this trapped beneath a dinner table and surrounded by hundreds of men?"

"We're Nazgul," Jack said with a grin. "Winning these battles is what we do." Firing more shots, Jack managed to hit another target in the knee. Payback for what happened to Dahn, Jack thought.

Now, though, Nazgul Squadron had to win the battle before something even worse happened.

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Revenge is what holds this galaxy together.
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Warrant Officer 2nd Class Jack Nebulax, Nazgul Squadron, Imperial Navy, Vast Empire.
FM/WO2 Jack Nebulax/Nazgul 2 (1-2)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/Defensive Fleet/VEN/VE (=A=) (=*SA*=) [SV] [VC:G] [VC:S] [VC:B] [GWC]
Rep|Int/Rep Jack Nebulax/Rep: 4/Reporters-Interviewers/VE/VET
Jack Nebulax: King of the Reply

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]

Special 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]

Skar felt his ear burn. He ignored it though, if someone was indeed talking about him it was the last thing he wanted to worry about. he focused on trying to keep up with Darius' somewhat rushed pace. The man him and Sol were carrying was suddenly becoming very heavy.

Dead bodies littered the hallways. Slumped against walls, lying in the middle of the hallway, they were everywhere. The stone walls did nothing to hide the amount of blood either. Skar ignored it and kept going. He was no stranger to this amount of violence.

They almost crashed into Darius as he raised a hand to call a halt. Skar and Sol carefully crouched down and laid Dahn down against the wall, before leaning out from behind Darius to have a look at what had caused the halt.

Skar counted them quickly. At least twenty masked men stood in the room before them. They were huddled around a man, who stood up on a platform alongside one of the statues of the royal family. Didn't take a genius to work out he was the leader.

The men seemed highly trained. Skar couldn't quite pick out what it was that led him to that conclusion, but there was something. Maybe it was the way they stood, all completely motionless, hands folded neatly behind their backs, not a single head twiching away from their leaders words. Or maybe it was the automatic rifles hung precariously from their waists. There was no way four; well three and a half; navy pilots could fight their way through that many highly trained soldiers. Not even an army squad could be expected to get through that alive.

"Dont move!"

Flight Two turned around slowly. Five more masked men stood in front of them, rifles raised. Skar heard the sound of the twenty or so behind them do the same. They needed a plan, and fast. Skar looked over to Darius. The look of sterness on his face did nothing to calm Skar's panic.

"put your hands in the air!" One man shouted at them. Flight Two did what they were told to do. Sol delayed it slightly, just making the movement difficult enough for him to nudge Skar slightly.

He whipsered something and then looked towards the side wall, prompting Skar to do the same. He wasn't able to notice it straight away. But then it appeared. A bump against the wall, something that looked little more than a bulge. Unless the person looking is smart enough to remember it is a stone wall, and therefore doesn't bulge. It must of been something more. Or at least, they would have to hope it was.

"You, throw over the gun. Nice and slow" The middle masked man offered out a hand for the gun. Darius was about to throw it over, when he heard Skar mutter something. He turned to lok at him.

"The Chandelier" Skar muttered again, emphasising it this time.

Darius held the rifle out to the man in front of him. He walked slowly forward, and reached out to take it. Darius quickly spun the rifle around and shot upwards. He hit it perfectly, it was more likely to be luck than skill, but the point was it worked. The bolt cut the chandelier loose right at the very tip, sending it toppling to the ground. Flight two didn't waste anymore time. Skar grabbed Darius' arm and tugged him towards the side wall. Luckily, their injured man was leaning right against the wall in question. Sol crashed into the wall first, pausing just to cover himself from the explosion of glass from the now grounded chandelier. He then quickly jabbed the bulge.

Dahn fell backwards as the wall opened behind him. Sol, Skar and Darius wasted no time following him, desperate to escape the cloud of blaster shots rapidly engulfing them.
 
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Skar Darkanto/ Kanderin Draken
Crewman Skar Darkanto, Nazgul Squadron
FM/SCRW Skar Darkanto/Nazgul Squadron 2-6/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=)

Atrick felt his blood run cold at the sound of the booming voice. He had felt that this was wrong from the beginning and he was right. Thinking quickly, he dived under the table, ignoring the countless men that were flooding into the banquet hall.

He was quickly joined by other Nazgulian members and they began their counter-attack. Blaster shots flew through the air, making it seem like a colored ballet. Atrick peeked out under the table, only to recoil quickly as a blaster bolt almost took his face out. Suddenly, Tomas cried out. "Trevor! We've got a man down!"

Atrick turned to see Tomas stretching towards someone he didn't know yet. His re-admission into Nazgul had been brief and he still didn't know most of the newer members names yet. However, he still remembered older friends like Jack and Trevor.

As Atrick returned fire to the armed men that were still swooping down unto them with great force, the other Nazgul members came up with a plan to light the door on fire with whiskey. As bottles were passed around, Atrick felt uneasy. Out of the frying pan and into the fire... he thought, but chose to keep his thoughts to himself.

"3....2....1..." Trevor counted down as he light the whiskey trail alight. Atrick threw his bottle along with the others and quickly followed them through the burning door. The flames were hot, but the sensation quickly as Atrick landed on the otherside in a hallway.

"Alright. We're going to split up now. Flight Two, go find the medical bay. Flight three, search out a hanger. Flight one; we're going to be trying to clear a path between here and the main palace doors. Expect heavy resistance for all flights, and watch your backs. I don't want anyone getting decimated because they got snuck up on." Trevor said and Atrick felt himself nodding. He was a man of few words, but his trust in his friends was immovable and whatever they said, he generally followed.

Atrick turned to Tomas, who was just beginning to speak. "Alright guys, they wouldn't have a hangar this far off the ground. I think we'll have a lot better luck if we get down to a lower level."

Thus began a long trek through many rooms and hallways of empty nothingness. Soon, Atrick was beginning to actually feel bored with this assignment. Wonder how the smuggling ring is still working out... he thought, remembering his "job" when he had left the Navy.

Suddenly, after they had found another dead end in the immense labyrinth of the palace, a dozen armed guards appeared on the stair banister above them.

Quickly issuing orders, Tomas motioned to attack the troops. Rounding the corner, Atrick downed two of the troops with several accurate blaster shots. He also was able to chuck a knife into the throat of what looked like the commander of the group.

After the troops were dispatched, the flight continued on as Tomas conversed with Trevor on the comlink. Atrick retrieved his knife from the corpse and wiped it on the soldiers uniform. However, as he looked closer, he noticed something odd. On the neck of the soldier he noticed an odd tattoo. He looked on other soldiers and they all had the same tattoo. "Tomas, is there something significant about these tattoos? They're all the same." he said, still inspecting them. Tomas didn't answer and Atrick looked up. Through the window which Tomas was looking through, he could see the outline of a ship taking off into space. "That doesn't look too good, does it?" Atrick said.
 
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FM/SCRW Atrick25/Nazgul-10/Phoenix Wing/[mSSD Atrus]/1VENF]/VEN/VE (=A=)
~Senior Crewman Atrick25~

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