Welcome to all those new recruits who are anxious to get writing, and might I be the first to welcome you to our version of the Star Wars universe.  Though we use the same systems, same names- same wars, our story lines do not necessarily follow parallel to that of the original SW series.  Rather- we intend on changing history, here, as you'll see with the 'Chapter' stories.  In between those massive events, like sending our military toward the core (Coruscant, for the uninitiated), we have smaller stories over single conflicts- such as the one you'll be writing on here.  So, over a short period of time we can exchange lives, see your characters develop, and change the face of the Navy, or at least story-wise.  Mass amounts of people can die in these stories and even more can be effected by our actions...  So without further ado- this is stage for which we are playing:

Suvari Run-On

For those who are wondering, this story will not necessarily be 'canon' (meaning that when referenced, the events will not necessarilly have been true in our time-line).  However, this battle will have taken place and there will be a great number of causalities.  In short- a run-on is where we make fairly short, but very frequent posts on a single story that doesn't really have any boundaries: we can be pretty outrageous.  We'd prefer you didn't make yourselves into gods on the battlefield, but feel free to have a little fun.

For our purposes, Suvari is a planet on the outside our VE space, which is located in the unknown regions.  This means that it is actually partially New Republic space.  There are several bases on this planet, none of which we will describe because we'd like to leave this up to you.  Also, there are currently three Imperitor-Class star destroyers orbiting the planet.  Your character, whomever it may be, can start either on the ground or in space- it is entirely up to you.  Either way: they will be faced with the challenge of flying out into a battle, vastly outnumbered, and as new recruits.  You must post as your character, regardless of feelings about canon theories.

So- the actual number of fighters, ships, and other military equipment, is really not very important here- it's the battlefront itself.  How you engage enemies, take on new threats and attempt to pull off a victory for the Imperials is what we're looking for here.  Just follow our lead and if you have any questions- ask a VENA member.  You can jump in almost anywhere

Milo checked the radar again and about had a heart attack; taking a deep breath he prepared himself for the worst.  A single flight against a squadron?  I'm dead.  Gulping still more air, the first lances of crimson light etched the space surrounding him, his own grim figure staunch in the middle, a bulldozer to use against the Rebels!  What am I talking about?  I'm dead...  I'm so dead...

Directly ahead was a flight of some older issue X-wings, probably battle of Endor period, while yet another flight banked off to his right, no doubt waiting to meet the third and final flight behind Milo's group, standard pincer maneuver.  His own flight of four, two newbies and what Milo was convinced was a veteran pilot, seemed unperturbed by the fact they were heading for early deaths.  Of course, that was only the outside- Interceptors were supposed to be terrifying.  Milo knew better though, already imagining the looks on the two recruits faces as their shields made contact with enemy cannon fire- he'd have felt sorry for them but he knew that his own life was coming to an end.

And there he sat, moments away from death, contemplating whether it would be painful, his life flashing before his eyes, when he felt it.  Subtle at first, he finally took notice when he thought he could hold it no longer- he really had to take a piss.  Why was it that he always, always had to take a piss in a bad situation?  What a crock...

His shields set seventy-five percent forward, Milo took a few glancing blows, berroling his fighter as the group of Xs tore through their formation, the recruits on either side of him with the expert front and center. 

"I don't want any shit from you people- if I tell you to do something, you'd damn well better do it or I'll shoot you down myself."  Jaded and austere, the flight lead felt more cute and cuddly at this exact moments for reasons Milo would never be able to fully explain, though he was sure it had something to do with the fact- maybe they wouldn't die with the FL's assistance?

Taking only glancing blows from the first pass, Milo prepared for what was, undoubtedly, onslaught from the two pincer flights...  But they never arrived.  "Where'd the others go?"  he said pointedly, bewildered as to why he wasn't space dust.

"Bah- they're movin on to our ships, trying to take us out before we can even put up a fight- cowards!"  The Flight Lead, terrifying as he was, seemed to rally the spirits of the young men, extinguishing their fear of deaths as the X-wings began to pull around.  "Here they come!"

"I love how Shazam keeps on sending me out to do these diplomatic deeds," said Sion out loud as he rushed toward the hanger amidst a stampede of academy students.  "Ironic for his goal of making me more tactful, I always have to shoot my way out in the end."

"What are you talking about...SIR!" said a student who stopped in his tracts to salute Lieutenant Than Sion.

"Don't worry about that kid, just keep moving," ordered Sion.  Kid?  He's not that much younger than me.  On the other hand he hasn't been out there on the battle field yet, he hasn't been aged by war.  "Say, how far along are you in the academy?"

"All the students here are on there final year," replied the trainee.  "You could think of this as some kind of extended field trip."

"Yeah, Shaz did say something to me about that before he shipped me out here as a motivational tool.  That's good, that means you all won't be completely helpless...you're going out there with me."

The group burst into the hanger scrambling to get into a fighter.  Sion noticed a couple of female students that were a bit more reluctant to join in on the fray.  One of them had dark hair and blue eyes, bewildered eyes that were looking at him.  Might as well figure out what this is about...  Than Sion started towards the two girls.


(OCC: Don't worry Shaz, Lamel and I already talked about this.  Lamel, you can take it from here if you wish.)

"Lieutenant Than Sion, Commander of Kaph Squadron.  I would love to chat, but there just happens to be a war out there.  You two seem to know each other pretty well.  You might as well work with me so we can get out of this mess."

Sion was leading the three trainees to the repulsor lift before they could make any comment about the fact that the Ensign was taking command of them.  Lamel collected her thoughts the quickest.  "You were the guy we were supposed to hear from later today, the Commander of the Elite Squadron or something like that."

"The Elite part is kind of in question right now, at least officially," replied Kaph Leader as he made his way across the TIE racks to an Interceptor.  "You all should know about working in a flight by now.  Be prepared to remember what you learned."

With that, Sion shoved his helmet on and dropped into one of the fighters.  The male trainee was surprised when he figured out who I was.  A common response, how could a scrawny man like me be the SC of Kaph?  Alyssa and Evas weren't, they seem to still be slightly afraid of me.  That doesn't match up...

(OCC: Don't worry; I'm not taking real control.  I'm just another factor to add to the story, something to write about.  I have as much control over the story as everybody else.)

Flashing red lights... Flashing red lights...

Turning, almost sleepily, Nymall stared at the glowing red light in utter facisnation, the lizard brain slowly registering the meaning of the wildly flashing lights.

flashing red... Oh god...

Rising from his bunk and hastily donning the pressure suit, Nymall could just barely hear the blaring loud speakers. The rebels were here. There had been a uneasy calm about the barracks today, the sort of calm that happens before something big...

It took a few minutes to rush through the mob of cadets... There were alot of other cadets being being sent up... Nymall Hesitantly thought. I wonder how many of us are going to die today...

It wasn't hard for him to find his TIE... It was the same one he had used all through training. To Nymall, this machine had been the bane of his existance. The first day out in exercises, the targetting computer had gone funny and started detecting "fleets" where nice, solid objects were... As they passed the planitods moon, it had insisted on blaring warnings of a missile lock on.

Since then the machine had had one repulsorlift failure and a surge problem with one of the solar relays... They said they fixed it... Nymall thought wearily, as he ran up to his craft. I hope they fixed it...

Craft problems wasn't the only thing clouding his mind... Earlier, he had recieved a broken data pad... it was supposed to contain his fleet aassignment and position... the bloody thing didn't even turn on.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nymall saw a man in a officer's uniform talking to what looked like a pair of human females. I wonder if I should report...

It was a good thought, but it was gone with the pre-flight checklist. Every system needed to check out... and if it didn't there would be trouble. system after system lighted up, and finally the hatch closed as the last stage.

Clunk.

Now, it dosen't take a guieness in the world of mechanics to know that a object that should go hiss, that goes clunk is most definatly broken. Doubly so if it's something that keeps you alive...

"Tower, this is IronWeasle. Seal on cockpit door is malfunctioning. Please advise."

"IronWeasle, this is Tower. We are dispatching crewmen to investigate the problem. Please wait for further orders."

Seconds went by, feeling like minutes.

"IronWeasle, this is Tower. I have been advised that you have not been assigned to a flight squadron, is that correct?"

"Well..."

"Please Wait. I will advise you of your assigned flight squadron momentarily."

Psssh.

It's got to be a thursday... Nymall thought to himself. I could never get the hang of thursdays...

Hunter Morrell walked out the door of the building and looked up. Oh crap... Just my luck. This was supposed to be just a training mission. he thought as he saw the Rebel forces. As he looked up he noted that the Rebels weren't going to run out of ground reinforcements anytime soon, but there was still a large amount of starfighters and capital ships. There were no signs of anybody. He noticed three approaching Rebel transports and started to run for the hanger where his TIE was. Luckily, the transport didn't see him so he made it to the hanger without incident. When he got there he saw that his whole squadron was already there. They told him that the TIEs had been sabatoged and that the Rebels had to have planned the attack because their was no way they could of found the base so soon. All of the sudden they heard a loud noise. After running outside, they discovered one of the transports had been blown up. Then, a missile appeared out of nowhere and blew up the second transport. The third transport had already landed and the troops that had been on it were already off and loading onto  heavily armed vehicle. The Rebels were about twenty-five meters away when the transport was struck by the third missile.
The blast was spectacular and it completely obliterated the troops who were walking and heavily damaged the vehicle. That was good news for Hunter and his squadron. Then a mysterious ship landed and the pilot jumped out. For a Transdoshan, he sure looks nice... Hunter thought as he watched the pilot. "Well, Sorry it took me so long to get here. The name is Harfst. Nice to meet you"


(That was my first story post, so if it isn't good just bear with me.)

DarkWalker awoke to the sounds of the raid alarm blaring. Flying out of bed he hurriedly put his flight suit on. Running for the door he almost forgot his helmet, almost.

Following the recruits to the hanger. He boarded the Tie that had been assigned to him.  "thought this was supposed to be an easy day" he said to himself. He started preflighting the tie almost by instinct. Once the computer finished, he started the engines.

Tower waiting for instructions, over.

this is a closed topic. please report to the Academy for training and placement in a squad.  Thank you.