Stuck back inside for yet another day, Tenharien thought it might be a nice idea to get on the good sides of some of his colleagues for once. the previous day had brought a verbal altercation. It didn't escalate much at all but still he left a bad impression, and also what he thought  was a good one. Today however he was energized and ready to do something, anything. He left his quarters with the door open as always and  headed out to an open lobby area of the flight wing section.

There were a few people around and as he walked slowly to get a good look at all of them. He had received a briefing about the mission that he had just missed. His teammates were off on some weird task, well for a navy squad anyway. It was interesting though and Tenharien made a note to brush up on his other skills besides flying. One of those being his shooting. He had just bought some weapons infact. 3 pistols and 3 rifles. Some. There was an R2 unit him and he wondered why in the blue hell it was taking so long. What kind of slow, incompetent freighter pilot would not have the sense to hurry with his delivery? Tenharien calmed himself only by spinning his gun win his hand as he cleaned it with an old Grey rag.

It was a Power 5 Heavy Blaster Pistol nothing much for now. It was small, not too compact but good enough, and most importantly fast. He finished polishing it and placed it on his hip, admiring it from there. He wasn't in full uniform, only wearing his dress down clothes. A hoodie of course and some black pants. He went to sit down and ended up taking his pistol out once more.

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It's All good to me ...

The inside of a TIE Interceptor, small as they are, can be very comfy. All of a sudden a small alarm woke up the still sleeping Girias, lying in the pilots seat. With the sleep still in his eyes he wipes the drewl off of his face, running in a small stream out the right corner of his mouth.

"Damnit ... I should really stop sleeping with my mouth open, makes me look like some kind of weird disgusting person. Now, what the hell is beeping and how do I make it stop ?"

He looks around and sees the screen, displaying the time and a timetable for the day. After wiping his eyes open his fingers fly over the small, hidden display added to his Interceptor.

"Oh crap ... I gotta head over to the Target Range. Why, I don't know why but apparently I'm forced to anyway."

In a quick combination of moves he exits his TIE Interceptor and starts walking. With his hands in his pockets he yawns several times and walks towards the Target Range. While walking he starts checking his gear; knife, pistol, rations, papers containing cheat codes for several video games and papers containing the acces codes of a few other systems.
Entering an elevator for going up to the Target Range, he notices that it's going to other way. While there are other people inside it he quickly grabs one of the papers and steps to the panel. While covering his actions from the other passengers he gives himself admin control over the elevator and turns the elevator around, going the right way. The loud cracking noise and the turning of the elevator made one of the passengers curse.

"Heh, what the heck ?"

One of the other passengers steps forward and looks at the control panel while Girias steps back and starts whistling. The other people start accusing him although he keeps telling them it wasn't him. When the elevator finally came to a halt and Girias stepped out, the doors close and go back, at double speed.

"Now then, what shall I do, besides reporting ofcourse."
He stood there wondering, looking around.

With no one still not arriving in the lobby area, Tenharien decided to head elsewhere. Now he was annoyed and while he left he didn't exactly give anyone a happy goodbye. Having just missed the next elevator, he cursed it and then tapped his foot, waiting well not that long actually.

"This day is not starting off well at all. A few more days earlier and I would have been able to join the rest of the squad. I was in a hurry too. I never should have stopped to help those bounty hunters. Well... I damn sure wasn't going to give them any money."

"Anyway, I just..."

Tenharien scoffed at the woman laughing at him for thinking out loud in the elevator. Then winking at her, he waved her off and got off on his stop. He was intent on doing something that was boring so he would go on to the target range for some practice. There was a man there just standing and as he passed, Tenharien turned to look him(Lousy) up and down, thinking he had seen him before.

"You need help getting somewhere, chief? Your kinda in the way here. Some of the bigger...wait, what is your name?"

The young pilot shifted his gun more to the back of his hip and then leaned on the wall, waiting for the other man to respond. He swore there was something familiar about him, not that it was important but at least there was someone to talk to now. At least for a little while anyway since he was on his way to the target range and would not let himself be help up for anything. Brushing his hand over his bald head, he cracked his neck and then lower back.

"You just look familiar, or at least like I should be talking to you or... something."

It wasn't exactly common fro Tenharien to wander around aimlessly, but he really didn't have a choice in these past couple of days. It was like some unknown force drove him to both seek boredom and then get away from it. But hopefully that would all end soon. Hopefully.

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Alyssa had been laying in her bunk for awhile, She had wondered where Lamel had ran off to. She had been worried about her and perked up when she heard a noise in the hall, Alyssa got up and opened the door after punching the numbers on the keypad only to find a man standing there.

"Who the hell are you and why are you making that noise?" The man takes off the other way mumbling to himself about taking off. Alyssa frowns as she saw something was wrong with the man. She unclipped her comm. unit from her belt and called for security. "This is A-123, I am requesting a security guard to follow a man that is acting in a suspicious manner. I think he might be lost. I repeat Lost." The comm crackled to life.

"10-4, We will have security check it out, Are you alright A-123?" Alyssa nods and speaks again.  "Affirmative, I am alright. A-123 out."

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Ok, this will be done through Alyssa, an npc i used before. This should be fun.

Krius' heart raced with excitement, reminding him of when he first joined Kaph. That's when Willtconq was SC. Damn those were fun times, thought Krius, frowning slightly. The young pilot knew he couldn't do anything to get his former squadron back, but the thought of it was just to tempting. If the oppurtunity ever did come, he'd surely take it without a doubt. For now though, he'd have to be happy with his new squadron.

As Krius made his way towards the room he'd been assigned, he noted that not many people were strolling about. Usually the Atrus was bustling with activity, but due to the mission his squadron had been assigned as well as others, they were all out doing their jobs. And I should be with them, not stamping and grading recruit papers. Krius closed his hand into a tight ball, his knuckles going paper white. The surge of emotions running through him were endless, and there was only so much he could take.

"Where the hell are my toothpicks?" Krius mumbled aloud, patting his pant legs. He soon found what he was looking for, sticking the thin wooden stick into his mouth and rolling it around with his tounge. For Krius, Toothpicks were like Cigarillos, only a much healthier version. The young Corellian needed his lungs to stay as clean as possible. Good lungs made a solid fighter. In fact, if it wasn't for Krius' extreme conditioning, he wouldn't be half the man he was now. The number of times he'd beaten someone in a fight due to better lungs were endless, and he cherished the fact that his were as good as they were.

Hmmm what is that, blaster fire?

Krius changed his direction, heading towards the sound of the source. Haha, of course, a shooting range. I never knew we had one of those, thought Krius, walking through the open doors and into the range. Only a handful of pilots and officers alike could be seen, but the range seemed like it could fit hundreds of people. Krius didn't doubt if there were two more like this on the Atrus, and now that he knew about it, he'd be coming quite often. He'd never really shot any actual blasters, and the one time he did was in Naval School. If worse came to worse though and he was forced to crash land on a mission, he'd need a lot more experience with one of those.

I have some spare time, and what better things do I have to do? Might as well fire off a couple of rounds.

OOC: A little short but I'm writing this off my Sidekick because my computer is down.

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First- you may ignore Mel's post, not because it's bad, but because Rogue requested that Nazgul pilots currently posting on the other story not post as their usual characters on this one- you need to create a different character for this side mission, Mel; don't be disheartened, however- it should be easy to create one after this post.

Also- I know your characters might not usually act like this, especially yours, Bread, but!  Remember- they're bored.

Lousy tried his best to keep occupied, but, with no commanders to push a pilot into the simulators, there was little to do but wander the halls.  Indeed, it was, in Lousy's mind, like going to the pool on a hot summer day- when asked, one always declined, but if they actually made it to the pool: one could never seem to get back out...  Odd  Lousy had stopped just outside barrier to the firing range, one door to his far left and another directly to his right; he could hear two men speaking-

"Sure I'll show ya...  If ya pay me..."  Lousy paused outside the doorway to hear a slightly older man's voice-

"Hey, I just wanted to know if you could give me some pointers- not a big deal, friend..."

"Friend?"  Lousy couldn't help but smile- he'd arrived just in time to witness a fight- finally, a little action around here...  "Tell ya what..."  There was a pause.  "If you let me have that there comlink..."

"What?  No!  Don't you have one?  I need this!"  Lousy imagined the other pilot shrugging at this, chomping on his gum and reholstering his pistol.  The eavesdropping pilot silently figured the other pilot's chances of giving in based on the tone of his voice- Too nice- he'll give in...  "I can't believe I'm doing this..."  The pilot sighed...  "Alright.  I suppose I can get another one of these- they break all the time you, y'know: I'll just say I dropped it into a trash compactor or somethin..."  Chump.

"Whatcha doin there, tiger?"  Lousy about had a heart attack as he spun in a 360 to face a boy of about nineteen- he caught a glimpse of the brown eyes, but they were quickly swept away by a mop of brown, greasy hair.  He stood in a duty uniform stained and splotched in various places with a green liquid, and his boots were untied, their laces poorly wrapped around one another as if he'd forgotten how to tie them.  Jeese- this guy's in bad shape he thought; the boy swayed slightly.

"You alright, man?"  The brown haired boy continued to sway for a while, his breath coming and going with a gurgly texture; he appeared to struggle to continue standing.  Suddenly, the boy was quiet, his head now drooping, and he discontinued his erratic murmurs and intoxicated behavior- he didn't move an inch.  The muffled speech of the pilots behind the wall in the firing range barely filled the terse silence; what in the...  Lousy pulled his hand away from the wall and then stopped himself a few inches from the boy...  As he convinced himself to push still further, he noticed that he was perspiring and the deepening breaths from moments before had become worse.  The boy's hair dangled in front of his face, his chin lowered to his sternum as Lousy finally made contact.

"AHH AHAHA!"  The boy shrieked and jumped back, falling and rolling to the ground as if something horribly funny had just occurred- he was hysterical.  Lousy, in the meantime, had flown back into the wall, making contact hard with the barrier, totally disorienting him.  When he'd regained some sense of coordination, Lousy checked the area for the crazy one...  That's when he noticed the boy was back up on his feet- and twirling Lousy's blaster...

"Who do you think you are?"  Lousy managed between gasps; he really had hit the wall hard.  The boy's eyes were again canvassed with the long, greasy hair; Lousy took this time to note the ground.  What looked like a comlink holster, lay propped open; tiny vials of blue liquid sat exposed as they hung on for dear life to their leather sheath.  The boy was speaking...

"Have you ever seen those old holomovies where the thugs take over the skyliner?"  Lousy tried to ignore him, as if this would increase his confidence in his own control over the situation; he bent low and retrieved the leather baggy.  "You know- the one where Dert Vanugi saves the day by shooting the lead villain between the eyes?"  Back on his feet, the package in his right hand, he brought his head back up to meet the young boy.  He was spinning Lousy's blaster way too quickly- the safety isn't on!  Jeese!  The blaster whirred away as Lousy sunk back into the wall, well aware that a single misstep in pressure could mean the end of him; the blaster continued to revolve around the boy's finger.  And then, with professional skill, it stopped, the butt of the gun slapping into the palm of his hand.

He wanted to say something as the boy brought the blaster up to level with his head, but he couldn't- it was over before it had ever begun.  Inches from Lousy's forehead, the blaster didn't so much as quiver, the boy's arm perfectly positioned- he couldn't miss...  "Well.  It's ironic really- I never wanted to be the hero..."  Lousy rasped out a few final breaths, looking from the gun back to those dark brown eyes, the boy's head tilting with his so-called "irony," as if he expected the other man to agree.  The finger slowly drew back on the trigger...

"HEY!"  The boy and Lousy both swiveled their heads in the direction of the voice- Bread!  Lousy had met the man only once, but he'd remembered the name well, enough- I knew I recognized that voice...  Beside him was a man a couple years his senior, short blond spikes protruding from his forehead and his surprised demeanor quickly turning analytical, assessing the situation.

"Stay back!"  The boy pedaled in reverse slightly at the appearance of the new arrivals, glancing from them back to Lousy, and then back again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy...  Calm down...  Just calm it on down..."  The spiky blond was speaking now, gesturing with his hands to lower something- the gun or his temper?  I'm fine with both!  The blond took a tentative step forward...

"I said stay the hell back!"  The boy pulled the trigger without looking.  As his sight blazoned with red and his ear drums screamed, Lousy felt his body clench and his blood turn cold.  Though he'd never closed his eyes and had noted that the bolt had missed by about a foot, he couldn't make any kind of movement.  The smoldering black crater that used to be part of the immaculate white interior to his right only reminded Lousy of what his head could look like in the very near future- he couldn't move.  As the ozone filled the air, Lousy became aware that a gun was no longer pointed in his direction; instead, the boy had swung to direct his aim at the pair to the left.  Just as quickly as the boy had done this, Bread had drawn his own weapon, fully extending his arm and directing his aim to the boy's head.  He said-

"No need for none of that, bud..."  A blaster!  Lousy noticed the butt of the gun just inside the right breast of the boy's flight suit.  There's no way I can get to that...  "Maybe we should all just cool it, eh?  Maybe sit the guns down?"  Bread had closed the distance now with the spiky blond treading lightly in his footsteps; the boy rocked slowly on his two feet, using his unoccupied hand to brush the long hair out of his eyes; his face looked grim for a moment...  And then he began to smile.

"Don't do anything courageous, now."  The blond said.  The boy, reassessing the situation, appeared to think himself outnumbered...  As the gun in the boy's left hand dropped to the "surrender" position, the weapon balancing on the ring surrounding the trigger, Bread almost had it, the sudden move nearly activating his now itchy trigger finger.  "That's good," the blond said, getting ready to say something else, but now the boy was laughing.  He slowly handed his weapon to Lousy, the pilot taking the weapon very, very slowly, as if it could detonate at any moment.  Now, the blue capsules in his right hand and the gun in his left, the boy was defenseless, seemingly depraved and...  Laughing hysterically...

Lousy was still quiet as Bread explained- "In the name of the dead Empire- what in the hell were you thinking, man?  Hey, you listenin to me?"  But the boy continued to laugh.

"FREEZE!"  All but the boy turned to look- four imperial stormtroopers had appeared, their phantom like exteriors freezing the group; none of them had managed to deal with the shock of the situation just yet, so their arms remained at their sides, Bread's arm still extended threateningly to the boy.  The stormtrooper repeated-

"Put down the weapons or you will be fired upon!"  The trio of pilots were having a difficult time complying, however, as the boy had begun to mumble something again...  First-

"My sister is ganna kill me for this one..."  But his voice began to grow louder, his words and tone transforming- "No...  No...  No!  Please!  Just don't shoot me!  I won't report you!"  The stormtrooper had quieted, but the four phantoms remained vigilant.  Instead of repeating himself, the stormtrooper queried-

"What's the meaning of all of this?"  The pilots were still stunned- the blond stammered...

"Uhh..."

"They've got drugs!"  The boy was speaking again!  Screaming, rather- he appeared terrified; he'd shrunken back, almost crouching, as if he'd been threatened with his life.  Lousy still wasn't processing as the stormtrooper began to address him-

"Pilot!  If you've been threatening this boy so that he'll keep quiet about your drug affairs, it can only get worse if you don't put your weapon away...  Put down the weapons!"  Lousy looked from the featureless face of the trooper to the leather bound package in his right hand, and finally to the gun in his left.  How had this happened?  "Pilot!"

The boy was still muttering about the drugs when the blond took notice of his left hand; his right arm was raised protectively, but his left was hidden from the view of the troopers; it was looking for something in his duty uniform.  Bread and Lousy continued to stare in astonishment at the troopers as the lead phantom shouted once more- "Pilot!"

"Watch OUT!"  The boy's hand had found the weapon and had begun to withdraw it, his arm just beginning to extend; the blond, however, had suddenly remembered that he'd just been at a shooting range.  Withdrawing his own weapon, a little too eager to get a shot off, he pulled the trigger in rapid succession.  The boy dropped to the ground as the bolts shot past harmlessly; they met their marks on the opposite end of the hallways, though- the end with the stormtroopers. 

"COVER!"  The leader crouched as the corridor began to fill with smoke, the acrid smell awakening Lousy's senses as bolts began to fly his direction. 

"C'mon!"  Bread grabbed a fistful of Lousy's uniform and tugged him away from the wall as a volley of fire turned the metal to dented carbon.  No longer thinking, Bread shot randomly into the hallway, hoping not to hit any of the troopers, as the blond dropped a few of his own horribly placed shots, many of them going into the ceiling; the trio was terrified, disoriented, and totally guilty of not only possessing drugs and threatening a pilot, but they'd just attacked a group of stormtroopers.  They had no choice- they had to run...

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Hopefully, you boys caught all of that?  Essentially- you guys look really, really guilty, and it looks like you just fired on stormtroopers: you're screwed!  The bright side is that you have each other!  Now, gentlemen, if I were you- I'd run.  Don't go getting out of the situation, either- I'll do that for ya, but run and, whatever you do, don't kill anybody.  Set those blasters to stun.  Also, for the sake of making this more interesting, those drugs that Lousy is currently holding on to- it's called "Booster Blue."  Essentially, it's a spice variant that radically increases reaction time- something that could be useful in a fight?  But how do you guys know what it is so that you might use it?  Well- any of you have any links to smuggling?  You might take a gander at each other's bios to see who has a link to smuggling- have that person identify the drugs.

In the meantime- you need to get somewhere safe.  After that?  I dunno- what would you guys do to try and prove your innocence?  Note that, whatever you guys decide to try and do, I'll settle it by the end of the story.  Whatever you do- don't be afraid to screw up: post!  Even if you think you're going to screw up the entire thing, post!  You must learn to be confident and post- show me some guts, here, gentlemen.  Lamel and other Nazguls- if you wanna include yourselves on this: you certainly still can!  And quite creatively.  You might assist these escapees...  Or hunt them!  Above all- have fun: hopefully this isn't too complicated.  Shall we rock?

"Hey...HEY! What the hell man?! Where are you going?"

Tenharien flinched almost as the man ran away. He was not expecting that reaction at all. He jogged after him for a second but then scoffed as he lost him, but still looking. Though, he soon gave up and headed back on track towards the shooting range. He would find out who the man was soon enough. It was actually kind of funny when he thought back on it.

"Damn. I'm not that mean looking am I? Well whatever, I guess i will just see that guy whenever. He looked suspicious though. Standing in the middle of the hallway and then taking off."

He was almost to the shooting range now and he started to wonder if there would be any other weapons there for him to test out. He only had one with him and it hadn't occurred that he may have not had clearance for certain weapons. When he got there, right away there was some commotion. A loud voice boomed in front of him and he looked around confused, but not surprised to see the man from earlier in the hall.

"What are you so paranoid for? Put that thing away!"

But it was too late, and Lousy had shot off his weapon, hitting a mark behind his target. Tenharien was forced to draw, not knowing how the two would retaliate. He had a feelign about this man anyway and so he stood firm with his blaster drawn. he switched it to stun indefinitely and  frown, hoping he would not get in trouble before he even got to fly with his team.

"Look what you all have gotten me into. Oh well, it's more fun than going over that long *** flight manual for the 50th time."

"Don't do anything courageous you say? No no, that's not me. More like...hasty. I don't get it though," Tenharien said as he focused on the two men before him. "What exactly is the point of all this? What do you say we just all move on, eh?"

When the storm trooper appeared, ten admitted he was impressed by their invocation, however he was still confused as to why he was even in this situation. It seemed like everyone he talked to ended up having words with him.

"Pilot? We have names. Call sign, Gingerbreadm--" But before Tenharien got to finish and introduce himself and the Gingerbread man, as he hoped he finally would, he was cut off. "Moron!" Tenharien grabbed the boy and tugged him along as he jumped to safety, not knowing what they were really into.

"Do you not know what a Storm trooper is?! Huh? This is just insane man."

Tenharien took one shot, aiming away from the troopers to back them off a bit and then cleared some space for them to run away.

"This is ridiculous, i've never taken drugs in my life. Get that crap away from me, got it. I'm not touching that stuff. The only thing I need to improve my flight ability is this right here." Tenharien pointed to his head with the barrel of his gun and then looked away from the pill and back towards the troopers who were mostly likely getting reinforcements.

"And you don't need them either. What flight squad are you in anyway?" Lousy actually dropped a few storm troopers and at that moment, he began to pray. "Assaulting officers. I don't know about their shooting but I tell you if you have pills for getting us out of getting Court-Marshalled that would help right about now! Ugh, and it had to be on my birthday."

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It's fine. Ten needed to lighten up a bit anyway. Word count= 609.

"Sith spit! Why'd I even bother shooting!" Krius shouted to himself, cringing as blaster bolts pounded into the overturned table he had taken cover behind. Krius knew he had to move fast, he needed to find a way out of this place without getting blown apart. Krius quickly took a peek over the table, noting that three Storm Troopers had been cut down by blaster fire. It was now or never, and he had to move. Sighting the two other pilots, Krius bolted over to their location, vaulting over tables and ducking blaster fire. "Hey! We're getting the hell out of here right now!" Krius shouted as he grabbed both of the pilots by their shirts, promptly dragging them halfway to the entrance.

One of them, his name Bread from what he heard earlier, shook from Krius' grasp. "Who do you think you are? Don't tell me what to do you good fo-"

Krius grabbed the mans throat and slammed him into the Dura Steel wall. "We're in this together, you either like it or you don't. Now if we plan on getting out of this, we're sticking together, got it?"

For a second, Bread struggled, trying to swing back at Krius, but he was just to strong. When Krius felt that the man was calm enough, he released his grasp. "Whatever, lets go."

Bread broke out into a mad dash, Krius and Lousy following closely on his heels. Up ahead a hallway ran across the one they were in, giving them three different ways to run. Krius noted that someone else had joind the trio and that he was assisting with the fight. Just as they were about to hit the intersection, a group of Storm Troopers turned the corner. 

Sith Spit.

Krius lowered his shoulder just as he ran into them, sending one of the unsuspecting Storm Troopers hurtling through the air. Bread and the other two pilots had been quick enough to stun three of the troopers, leaving only one standing. This one however wasn't going down without a fight. The trooper brought his E-11 up to eye level, aiming at the strange looking Zabrak.

Krius would have none of this.

Pumping his legs as hard as he could, Krius hurtled towards the trooper like a speeding commet. Just as the stormie noticed Krius coming, it was to late. With cat like speed, Krius jumped into the air, bringing his body horizontally over the metal deck below. He tucked into a ball, and with all his power, exploded outwards with his legs, nailing the trooper dead in the chest, sending a second trooper hurtling through the air, along with two foot shaped dents in his armor.

"WOOO! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Roared an enraged Krius. "Did you guys see that?" Krius asked excitedly, turning towards the three pilots behind him. When they didn't say anything, he resumed his composure, feeling slightly stupid. "So which way you guys wanna go? Straight? To the left? Right? Either way they're gonna catch up to us sometime."

"I say we go left," spoke the Zabrak.

The other two nodded in agreement. "Alright, left it is then. By the way everyone, the names Krius. Just thought I'd introduce myself  to my new jail buddies."

"The names Lousy here."

"And you can just call me GingerBreadMan."

"Right. Then lets go shall we? I think I hear some footsteps."

And with that the small group of "Rebel" pilots sprinted into the unknown.

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Btw everyone I'm the one with the spikey hair. And who evers gonna post next in our little quad group, feel free to make Krius take the drug. Feel free to get creative to guys.

"To be really honesst with you two, I have no idea where in Exar-Kun's name we could find him, nor do I know anything about the little runt except that he tried to kill me and has framed us both for smuggling narcotics on board."

While running he looks around, looking for some way to tap into the ship security systems and observe the little Gizka. Coming to a sudden halt, he runs back and yells for the rest to stop as well. While sticking close to the wall he looks inside a room and sees nothing more than a few computers and other security systems. He yells for the others to stop and, coördinated with the other two, they go inside and ambush the 3 Communication Officers sitting inside, observing the comm lines. The three sneak inside by staying behind the three Officers and with a quick Pistolhandle to the head all three of them fall down, out of the way. Sitting down his left hand starts typing in codes while his right one grabs the head set off of one of the comm officers. Several programs flash up and get closed in a jiffy, while the two others can barely understand or even follow the programs jumping up on the screen.

"So, judging from the state the Storm Troopers are in it would mean that they have bought my joke and most of them are now headed towards the hangar, but the Storm Troopers also managed to report in that it's pilots they're looking for, and I think they'll remember our sign, the Nazgul sign. Bad sign ofcourse but I also have good news. By comparing the life sign scanners to the sensor readings of the Comm. Link codes I've found something nifty. You see, Storm Troopers and all Officers have an official Comm. Link that broadcasts a signal to the Main Frame. These codes are just a normal registered Production Number that's different for each Comm. Link. Anyhoo, I've located a small room where there are active computer terminals bu there aren't any codes being broadcasted. That would be my best bet to try. Any objections ? If not, then lets go."

Looking at the two he smiled with a grin reaching from ear to ear, making the Zabrakian seem pretty happy although he's currently being chased by all the active Storm Trooper soldiers. And, with his eyes closed, he enjoyed the admiration of the two. Or so he would think, being admired for his knowledge is a Nerd's true dream.

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Yeah, I know it Might sound a bit far fetched but it could be done ? Oh, 409 words.

Although his vision of their faces was a bit different he doesn't stop smiling and gets up. While standing up he looks at the map on the screen and tries to remember it as best as possible.

"Well then, I see you're not as surprised as I thought, so ... lets get going shall we ?"

Walking towards the two he reaches inside his breast pocket and takes one of the pills out, hands it to Krius and opens the door. But when stepping outside a blaster bolt was fired upon him. Quickly stepping back he dodges it, grabs his blaster and fires at the shooter. Because of the danger he's shooting with his arm outside of the room but without looking. By shooting blindly, hitting the opponent is a bit hard but all of a sudden he hears a load screech of pain and a loud falling down sound. Being more cautiously this time he steps outside, looking around and finds out he's the only attacker this time. When walking towards him he looks down on him, disarms him and looks at him.

"I don't know who this person is, but I'm pretty damn sure he isn't an officer on this ship."

Bending down to take a closer look at him he doesn't find any squadron signs, although he does see a small brown piece of paper sticking out of his breast pocket. Removing it it appears it's a small brown bag filled with some small capsules. Opening it, there are some small dark brown pills inside of it.

"Hmmm, I know this stuff. It's Psycho, a very heavy narcotic that enables a person's body to withstand severe fysical damage and also makes a person very, and I mean Very, violent. Hmm ... this stuff alone could pay for that lovely new cpu I've been looking at ..."

Slipping it inside his breast pocket he gets back up and starts moving. After telling the others to hurry up he starts running at a decent and maintainable speed towards the destination, the small room.

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If anyone is unclear about something, doesn't understand something I say, don't hesitate to message me. We're all squadron mates, aren't we ?^^

"Nazgul 12, Flight 3. Although I've been in here for a bit but I've yet to meet any of the other pilots, kind of a coincidence that we're all in Nazgul. Pretty freaky right ?"

Smiling at the others he quickly comes to a halt, slides down a ladder and comes down with a small metally sound of his boots hitting the metal floor. When everyone's down he suddenly grabs the collars of their uniforms and pulls them back against the wall. With a finger on his lips he notes for the others to be quiet as he points to his ear directing to the sound of boots marching on the floor. When the sound finally dies the group continues their journey.

"Sorry 'bout that, I just thought that we should avoid a fight if we can manage to. I don't feel like continuously shooting people. I don't really like violence all that much, although I do know it is needed in some cases ..."

Looking a bit sad he stares in front of him, running down an especially long corridor and remembers something from his past, the day he lost his friends, the day pirates attacked their home town and killed most of the town, including his two only friends:

While the pirates besieged the town, their cannon fired killed the girl, she was a very nice caring person who would sacrifice anything for her brother and friends. Her brother went mad from anger, fear and misery. The very minute the pirates landed he started fighting, killing. Yet, in the end he got shot in the head by the pirate leader. The few seconds it took his lifeless body to fall down took ages for the young, now friendless, Girias.  He let himself get captured by the pirates, his body wouldn't move due to the shock of losing both his only friends in only a matter of hours. Being the computer and technical wizard he has always been, hacking his way out of the jail cell took him just a few seconds, the same amount of time it took for 'him' to fall down. Grabbing a simple knife and a pistol he started sneaking throughout the ship. Disabling the communication made killing each and every pirate easier. In the end when he got to the command deck he shot the commander in his legs and arms and crucified him to the wall with 4 knives gottem from the fallen pirates. He piled the countless bodies of his men at his feet and used it as a stepladder to get close to his face. He grabbed several belts from the dead pirates, strapped one end around a 2 pound, stuck a knife in the wall and threw the weight over the knife and bound the belt around his neck and put a piece of the belt inside his mouth. After telling him that he'll live as long as he can keep that small 2 pound weight in the air he walks away. When he was just about to exit the room he turned around, grabbed the blaster and shot him in the head. Vengeance, at last. Or atleast, that was what he though. The self destruct had activated with the commanders death so he ran to the escape pods. After a short yet speedy run he had escaped the self destructing ship in an escape pod and landed back in his home town. They had already buried most of the dead and when visiting the graves of his best friends he looked at the simple make-shift graves and cross and started crying ...

Suddenly he escaped from his memory and rubbed away some tears in his eyes, pointing his arm in the direction they needed to head next, on demand from Bread. Running after his own finger, the three still hadn't found the room yet when all of a sudden Girias wasn't paying attention he ran into someone. Cursing he looks up and sees someone in a pilot suit, grabbing his blaster he points it towards the man his  stomach, yells for him to stick his hands up the air and tell them his name.

OOC:

I know I ain't the best in flash backs, so I tried to keep it short-ish ^^ 693 words, it's a bit good, right ?

“The name is Ensign Thaan Sion, former Commander of Kaph Squadron.”  There was a glint of pride in his eyes as he said the last part.  “As for ladies, are we talking about pretty ones... like the one standing right behind the Zabrak?”

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” said the dark haired woman after sticking the business end of a DL-44 on the back of Girias’ head.

“One twitch of my finger and your buddy learns what it’s like to...” began Lousy before he was abruptly cut off by the temper of a lady.

“You hurt my man and you’ll learn a whole new meaning to pain,” promised the green eyed woman.

“I wouldn’t mess with that chick,” recommended Krius, who had been awe stricken ever since the group ran into the mysterious officer.  “She’s handed Storm Troopers their asses in the past.”

“You know these people?” asked the bald guy.  “Why didn’t you answer when I asked the first time?”

“I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs doing weird things to my head,” replied Krius.  “I didn’t believe that Thaan was ever going to come back after what happened to Kaph.”

“Oh I’m so proud of you, Krius,” said Sion sarcastically.  “I leave you to yourself for only six months and you’re already getting doped up on drugs!”

“I never saw them before today, I swear,” said Krius.  He then pointed at Girias and Bread accusingly.  “They made me do it!”

“Likely story, I thought I taught you better,” scolded the former SC.  “So you guys are the reason the Stormies are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.  So how did my former Flight Leader get you all into this mess?”

“He didn’t, some druggie did,” replied Tenharien.  “We got into this pickle because we were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This is all just a big misunderstanding.  We’ll straighten everything out in the end.  So please, just go along with it.”

“You guys have really been showing up security on the Atrus, haven’t you?” asked the messy haired officer.

“Something like that,” replied Lousy who was still pointing in the general direction of Sion’s abdomen but seemed to be aiming a bit too low just to spite the woman pointing the gun at his head.  “Those troopers should probably go back to BT.”

“So basically your being a big embarrassment for the captain of this ship,” stated Sion, a grin passed over his face.  “Believe it or not that’s in my best interest.  So I’m willing to help you guys straighten everything out.”  At this point, Lousy lets the hand with the gun drop.  Skylla backs away from him and does the same.  “Besides, I just can’t sit back and watch my brother get himself killed.”

“You couldn’t,” said the attractive woman.  “But I’d be more than happy to see it.”

“Come over her and say that to my face!” taunted Krius.  Skylla began to walk toward him.  He backed down when he remembered that the woman was a lot taller than him.

“Just like old times again,” commented Sion.

“I hate to interrupt the reunion, but if we stay in one place much longer we’ll be screwed,” said Girias.

On that note, they moved out once more.  The officer turned his attention toward Bread.  “Junior?  Buddy, I’ve probably been in more combat missions than you’ve been in simulated ones.  Graduates these days, no respect...”

(OCC:  Yay, you guys get to deal with three members of a squadron that no longer exists and all of which have harsh feeling about that fact.  FYI, I’ve had the NPC Skylla longer than the majority of you’ve even been members of the VEN.  Killing her off at any time would not put me in a good mood.  576 words, btw.)

"Geez, why does everyone always have to be so damn tough about everything. Hello, my name is Girias, now, please stop harassing my squad mates and lets get the hell out of here before the Storm Troopers find us and decide to put a few nice extra air holes in our bodies. I for one would not like that, I'm allergic to dying painfully."

Looking at the small group he had around him he could almost predict the fights breaking out if this continues like this, if we all continue to wander around without a decent plan. Proposing one might get us some extra help in getting our names cleared or it might cause a pretty big fight ... Telling himself that there's no other way he stands between his group and the new one out of veterans.

"Look, we aren't getting anywhere with bickering or being a bully to other people. Lets work together to catch whomever is the cause of all of this and clear ours and Krius' name, since you apparently know him. Deal ?"

Upon saying the last word he took out his hand and held it in front of Sion, believing him to be somewhat the brains behind this couple.