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Gshlecc
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  Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 24, 2009 7:19:27 PM    View the profile of Gshlecc 
Driver climbed out of his TIE.  He was tired and sore from the long trip back from his most recent Reaper play date.  In his head he went over his cover story.  He had been to a new officer’s orientation retreat on Tadath.  Bacredi was his confirmation, and he was his.  Normally he didn’t like to lie. It always had come back to bite him in the ass when he did, but this was different. This was OFFICIAL lying; at least that’s what he told himself.

  His new Ensign’s uni chaffed under his flight suit.  He’d put it on to make it look like he’d been in a hurry to get back to the Atrus.  That wasn’t entirely false.  Every time he went off the reservation with Reaper he longed to get back to the mundane existence of day to day flight operations.  Conversely after a few weeks or months of flight duty he longed to get back to the excitement of Reaper.  What made this even more annoying was that he detested roller-coasters, and this one was a lulu.

  He strode out of the hangar and made a beeline for his bunk. He wanted some serious sack time before he dove back into Nazgul.  He hoped against hope that Kane had not pissed everyone off to the point of mutiny…that seemed to be his XO’s number one skill.  He did it to him from time to time, but not enough to warrant a demotion, just the occasional ass-chewing.  G was beginning to wonder if Kane liked it.

  His exhaustion was starting to bubble up when he turned down the corridor that led to his quarters.  In the distance he spied a Naval Trooper standing outside his door.

  What the hells is this

  Driver approached the non-com warily.  The PO2 stiffened as he stopped in front of him.

  “Ensign Atrasin?” he squeaked.

  Lord how old it this kid, he actually squeaked

  “Yes”

  The young trooper continued, “You are ordered to immediately report to Captain Denethor’s office.  You are not to enter your quarters.  You are not to go to the mess.  I am to personally escort you there, and I quote, ‘Shoot that insubordinate bastard if he so much as contemplates ignoring this order.’”

  G snickered to himself.  Den and he had gotten off to a rough start, but he respected the size of his job, and Den seemed to respect that he got the job done. Not neat or nicely, but quickly and with a minimum of body bags.

  “OK son, lead on.  I promise to be good.”

  “The Captain said you ask me to lead, sir. He specifically instructed me to have YOU lead.” He retorted smugly.

  Driver silently cursed Den for that. He was starting to learn his tricks of avoiding being where he didn’t want to be.  He sighed,”Alright, let’s go.”

  The walk wasn’t far, but it was unpleasant.  G didn’t like having this shave of a lad on his six, and he definitely didn’t like feeling like he was being called into the principal’s office.  But he continued to lead on.  Scant minutes after leaving his door, the Petty Officer deposited him in the outer office of the Wing Commander, saluted, and left him in the care of one Chief Warrant Officer Tabetha O’Neer – Den’s secretary.  She wasn’t pretty, but she wasn’t a rancor either. She was just there.  She was also one of the most humorless people Driver had ever met.  She was like a black hole of fun; it went in and never came back. 

  “Go right in Ensign, the Captain is waiting for you.” she said in a monotone.

  “Thank you Chief, and my you’re looking ravishing today.  Are you wearing your hair differently?”

  She shot him a nonplussed look as he breezed by her and into the inner office.  Within he found Denethor right where he expected him, but he also saw Ibram, Stormz and to his surprise Yulia.

  “What the hells? Sweetie, what are you doing here?”

  Confusion now swirled around his head.  Yulia would never show up here unannounced, let alone sitting in the WC’s office with two other High Command officers.

  Denethor stood and mildly spoke, “Have a seat G’shlecc.”

  Driver had never heard Den speak so civilly or so meekly to him in the year he’d known him, let alone EVER use his given name.  Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

  “What’s going on here?” he turned to Yulia- her eyes red rimmed and darkened, “Baby what’s wrong?”

  Den once again spoke, “Miss Acola came to us with urgent news for you, and after we’d confirmed her story we thought it best to have you come home immediately.”

  Now past curious and worried, G felt the full weight of angry and ignorant pressing down on him.

  “Damnit, will SOMEONE tell me what is going on!”

  Denethor looked down and cleared his throat, he took a deep breath and leveled his gaze at G’shlecc, “Two days ago, a micro-detonator exploded in the fuel cell of your father’s car.  He was inside at the time along with his secretary and driver.  There were no survivors.”

  G felt the floor give way, and the room spin into oblivion.

  “I have placed you on bereavement leave, effective immediately.  Miss Acola has brought your personal ship to transport you back to Ator for your father’s services.  I have also ordered Nazgul to fly escort on your ship and to represent the Vast Empire as an honor guard.  Ensign Krazanr will act as the personal representative of me and the entire Naval High Command.  I am…sorry… for your loss.”

  The genuine sentiment issued by Den was lost on G at that moment.  He’d lost the ability to see and hear.  All that he knew was darkness.  Cold, crushing darkness.  Nothing moved, nothing existed.  Suddenly, through the chill, he felt warmth.  The soft, gentle touch of Yulia grazed his cheek.  He started back to reality with a loud gasp.

  “I’m here for you sweetie, “her voice like a bandage on his ragged wound of a soul.

  “Miss Acola, I think it would be best if you took him back to his quarters.  Ensign Krazanr will assist you.” Den said as he motioned for the Wookiee to help his shaken comrade to his feet.

  Driver felt himself stand, or rather be stood, up by the Wook.  His gentle eyes looked G’s.  Not the same.  Not the same warrior’s gaze he normally saw.  It wasn’t right.  His feet moved, but he didn’t know where he was going.  Yulia took his arm and guided him through the maze of corridors he’d just traversed minutes before.  The trip felt like weeks, when it had only been mere minutes.  The door slid open and the soft lights of his quarters spilled out into the hall.  The Wook gently pushed him through and patted Yulia on the shoulder, grumbling something as he closed the door.

  Yulia dropped him onto the sofa.  He never felt it.  She eased in next to him.  He never noticed.  She nestled her head into the crook of his neck and slowly rocked him.  He lost consciousness.

  The black enveloped him like a womb.  He felt small again, like when he was a boy on Coruscant.  He also felt cold, like the days after his mother left.  Both times it had been his father that had been there; making him feel loved and nurtured – albeit in his own, somewhat distant way.  He knew his father had loved him, he didn’t need words, he’d felt it.  He and his brother had never gone without, never known the lack of a firm hand and a steady voice.  They had been raised to be men, and loved only as a man can love his sons. 

  And it was gone.
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  Yulia slid off the couch and let G’shlecc sleep.  The shock of the news would take a while to pass, and she’d be here when he came too.  The door chime chirped as she lightly kissed his forehead.  She answered the door and found a stout, steely-eyed CPO standing before her.

  “Ma’am, I’m Kane Ahriman, Nazgul XO.  I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know that I have rerouted all of Mr. Atrasin’s comms to me.  He won’t be bothered with anything dealing with the squadron until further notice.”

  Yulia nodded her appreciation, “Thank you Chief.”

  “You’re welcome ma’am.  G’s yacht has been refueled and prepped for its trip to Ator.  Nazgul is standing by whenever you need us.” He stated quickly and calmly.

  “He’ll be out for a while.  Tell your men thank you, and get some rest.  You’ll have quite some way to fly.”
 
  “Not a problem ma’am.  Just let me know when you’re ready to depart.” He pulled himself up to attention and nodded goodbye to her.

  She watched as he strode down the corridor, almost leaning into the world.  She could see G’s influence in that walk.  It was his walk.  Would it still be there when he woke?  Would it ever come back, would he?  She moved over to one of the overstuffed armchairs that G had brought back the last time he was on leave on Ator, slid into it pulled the light throw over her and laid her head on the arm and watched G sleep.


 
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Here it is. I'm out of it for a bit. feel free to write some personal development on your character's first meeting with G or your introduction to Nazgul.  Kane will take the second post and after that you can all feel free to post as you wish.  I will get us on our way to Ator in 2-3 days.
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Vacuus Ordo, Nex  -Without Order, Death
All a man can betray is his conscience. - Joseph Conrad
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Kane
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 24, 2009 10:21:58 PM    View the profile of Kane 
Kane departed from G’shlecc’s quarters and made his way to his own. He took his comm unit, glanced at it momentarily, and then tossed it aside. It hit the wall and fell at an odd angle, cracking the screen. Kane simply shrugged it off and picked up his duffel bag. He didn’t want to be disturbed anyways.

He stepped into the lift and moved between decks, then when he reached the cargo deck he stepped out. No frills here, just standard gun-metal grey walls and doors and floors. He checked the numbers on the cargo holds and nodded, making his way to the furthest hold he could find. He was either by the engines or the very point of the Atrus, either way he didn’t care. With the size of the ship, exact orientation was left to the piloting crew. All he cared about was that his instructions were followed.

Kane stepped into the nearly empty cargo hold. In the middle was, of all things, a body bag, hanging from the ceiling, supported by chains. The bag was stuffed with shredded cloth and sand he had requisitioned from the engineers. He gave the bag a push to check the resistance, and while it was a bit harder than he would have liked, it would suit his needs.

He spent the better part of the next hour getting prepared. He stripped off his clothes, put on an old shirt from the Naval Academy and a pair of shorts he had purchased before they ran to Trevor’s aid at the resort. He wrapped his hands in gauze and tape he had “borrowed” from the sick bay, and after flexing his fingers a few times he wrapped another layer of tape over the knuckles.

He slid a hand through his hair and then used the back of his hand to wipe his brow. It figured he’d have to pick the one cargo bay that had the least use for environmental controls. Kane stretched his back and shoulders, then began to test the toughness of the bag.

Right right left. Left right left left. Left left right right left right left. Kane shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, stepping lightly around the bag. Right right right, three steps to his left, right left left.

Kane’s pace picked up a bit as he became comfortable with the bag and the resistance. He began throwing his punches high, then low, hooking some of the punches, crossing his hands over each other as he threw others. Soon the tell tale sweat marks appeared on the shirt, down the middle of the back and under the arms. His brow and arms were glossy with the sweat, and he paused a moment to wrap some gauze around his forehead to keep the burn out of his eyes.

Hours passed. For every close call a punch was thrown. For every fighter downed, either friendly or hostile, a punch was thrown. For every time he was told he wasn’t good enough, and for every time he was commended for his actions, punches were thrown. For saving an officer from a torturous death and for receiving special recognition and upgraded fighters, Kane attacked that bag.

For the death of Jeg, and now the news of G’shlecc’s father being murdered, Kane ground his teeth together and launched a fresh assault.

His arms began to burn, his calves and quads began to tighten. The gauze around his knuckles became spotted with blood, and his eyes were red from the sweat he failed to keep from his eyes. Still he danced, and still he threw his punches. The seams on the bag were straining under the constant assault, and the sound of a few stitches popping could be heard between those blows.

Right left right. Left left right left. Kane’s fury intensified as all he had experienced in the past months replayed through his mind. Right left left right right. He blinked the sweat from his eyes as his jaw ached from being clenched tight. Left right right right. His lungs burned with every breath he took, and each punched seemed to cause more pain, but he couldn’t stop.

This wasn’t just an exercise. In the deep recesses of Kane’s mind, he was working out his aggressions against the Vast Empire. He was trying to purge himself of the weight of the choices he made. He had gone past blowing up droid fighters and defending the Empire as he knew it. He had killed innocent people, people strictly doing their jobs, people who were trying to survive, and people who were in the same shoes as him. He had taken many lives, and ruined so many more.

Each punch was in defiance of the motto he upheld. Each punch was a denouncement of the oaths he swore. Each punch was a little bit more freedom than he had before. Each punch was bring Kane closer to the decision he should have made months ago.

The bag finally gave out, spilling it’s contents onto the floor of the cargo bay. Kane fell to his knees, his chest heaving as his body seemed on fire. He lowered his head and fought to physically slow his breathing. The sweat dripped onto the pile of sand and torn clothes and shredded bed sheets was mixed with the sounds of haggard breaths drawn deep into Kane’s burning lungs.

Kane knelt there, the seconds turning into minutes. He came to realize that his current position and posture was a perfect reflection of the Vast Empire. He physically could give no more, yet there was nothing he could do but trudge onward.

After the better part of letting his body recover and letting his mind sort through the details, Kane stood up and grabbed his duffel. His originally light grey shirt was now a deep slate color and his steps on painful and swollen ankles were awkward and taken gingerly.

He moved through the doors, out into the hall, and moved back towards the lift. He passed nobody, or if he did he didn’t acknowledge them nor did they acknowledge him. He entered the lift and returned to his barracks, dropping the duffel and stepping into the shower.

Kane emerged a half hour later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He glanced at the broken datapad briefly. There were probably messages given to him, questions asked by the newbies, meetings he was to attend. He did care. He walked to his wardrobe and pulled out some clean clothes, nothing resembling the Imperial uniform he was adamant about always being seen in.

Kane returned to his room and looked out the window. Kane had enough money to buy his transport home. He had nearly two million credits, enough to start a new life somewhere. He sat down at the desk and leaned back.

His decision to leave was final. He picked up the datapad and thumbed the crack in the screen. A smirk appeared on his face, thinking the condition of the datapad accurately represented him. Cracked, broken, out of date and of no use anymore. He chucked it down the garbage chute, taking a sense of satisfaction in listening to it ping off the walls of the chute on it’s way down.

If anyone needed him, they’d come calling. Until then, he intended to spend as much time alone, removing himself from Nazgul in body and spirit, letting the pilots adjust to not having him around. The only major question looming before Kane was whether he’d depart before or after escorting G’shlecc. Kane began to think he didn’t want to leave a friend, but the more Kane thought about it the more he realized that G’shlecc had done very little to be a “friend”. An acquaintance, yes. A commander, definitely. A friend? Kane felt that G’shlecc had positioned him to be of the best use to Nazgul, and nothing more.

He sighed as he sat there, turned towards the window, mulling over yet another tough decision.
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Slasher
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 24, 2009 10:59:08 PM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher walked down the corridor, having found each of the pilots from his flight, and letting them know what had happened. He returned to his quarters, thinking as he walked about what had befallen his CO, and the way it would affect the rest of the squadron. Realizing that his CO was effectively incapacitated, and that given the circumstances, there was very little that he would be able to do to assist them, it was now up to Slasher and Kane to pull the squadron together.

I wonder where Kane is... Normally he would already be here, giving me orders and telling me to get the squadron ready...

Standing up quickly, Slasher leaves his quarters and searches out the Executive Officer of the Squadron. However he does not answer when he knocks on the door to his quarters, so Slasher shrugs and goes to talk to the pilots himself.

I need to find these guys and get them ready both mentally and physically for this mission.

Moving swiftly down the corridor which has the various quarters of the Nazgul Pilots, Slasher knocks on the door, and speaks with those within, briefly in some cases, but for an extended period in others, making sure each and every one of the pilots is ready for the mission ahead of them. Once he has done that, Slasher proceeds down towards the Launch Deck to prepare his fighter for the long mission ahead.

As he begins his checks on his fighter, he withdraws into himself, contemplating the recent events.

I can't believe this has happened to Gshlecc, just after he was promoted too, is that how it ends... I can't believe that he may be gone for good, some guys never recover from this sort of thing...

Slasher thinks back to the first time he met Gshlecc, walking into the Nazgul wardroom as a newly minted E-3, un-tested in combat, and eager to change that. Then shortly after that, his first actual combat, and his first big mission with the rest of the fleet. Being awarded the Merit Cross 1st Class at his recommendation. Getting Assigned to TIE Avengers, and going out on that mission as a PO2, he returned to a promotion to Chief Petty Officer, and an assignment to be Flight Leader for 3 Flight, because Bacredi had moved on to Command the Academy. Now, just a couple days later, this he couldn't believe that they would have to go out on this mission without their commander.

Gshlecc has always been the backbone of the squadron, now we have to go on without, the squadron under Kane's command, although I served under him for almost three months, I barely know him... This looks like it will be a very interesting assignment...
Chief Petty Officer Rorran "Slasher" Gorma
Nazgul 3rd Flight, 1st Fighter (Flight Leader)
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 25, 2009 4:23:01 PM    View the profile of Thedrish 
“His father had been killed by a micro-detonator that exploded in the fuel cell of his car.” Thedrish couldn't believe it when Chief Petty Officer Slasher told him the terrible news. “It is important for the Nazgul Squadron to be there for Ensign Atrasin. In his hour of need, we need to be there for him, as he would be there for us. That means that our Squadron is going to escort G'shlecc back to Ator.” Shlasher came closer and whispered “And I've been told we also have been assigned as the honor guard!” Thedrish eyes widened. But before he could say anything, Slasher continued in his normal voice “so, get yourself prepared, briefing in 2 hours!”. Shlasher walked away.

The part “... as he would be there for us...” echoed in Thedrish' mind. How long had he known the Squadron Commander? Hardly long enough to really know him. He'd been part of Nazgul shorter that it would take him to fly home. And yet, how much had the both of them already discussed in private. How much G'shlecc had known about Thedrish before he reported for duty.

Thedrish thoughts went back to the day he stepped into the barracks of the Nazgul Squadron. Many of the men were present when he asked where he could find Squadron Commander G'shlecc. And  afterwards, when many of the bottles with the famous green stuff had been emptied, he had heard G'shlecc ask him to come to his office the next day to discuss matters. So of course he went the next day, fresh and sober, to the office of G'shlecc. The conversation was informal and friendly. G'shlecc told Thedrish that he had read the biography Thedrish had submitted to the Academy. And that he also had read the information that the Intelligence Service had managed to dig up. How tragically Thedrish lost both his parents and his sister. That they were killed by the Rebels. And that the disappearance of Thedrish for more than 15 years had made him strong. Strong in believes and strong in discipline. And, like a good friend, G'shlecc also told Thedrish not be too vindictive. “Thedrish, remember that revenge is a meal best served cold. Don't let your feelings take over should your chance come. Otherwise you might destroy more than you whish for!” “Yes Sir, I will try to remember it, although my feelings do prevent me from thinking straight ... sometimes.”

“Hey Thedrish, have you heard?” Darian asked. “Yes, Slasher just told me” Thedrish replied. “I still can't believe it. It seems G'shlecc is put on leave immediately and is heading back today.” “Yes, I heard so too. I also heard the Nazgul Squadron is assigned as escort for his ship and as honor guard to represent the Vast Empire.” There was a soft whistle by Thedrish. “Why had it to be G'shlecc? Why his father? G'shlecc always was there when one needed him. He ate when we had eaten, when we slept, he kept watch. It is not fair!” Darian looked worried. “You now Thed, I understand we are the escort, but the Squadrons experience is hardly what it should be, we all know how to fly TIE's, but as a team.. Why did they pick us as the honor guard?”

Thedrish looked at Darian “We as honor guard, that means that everybody is watching us. We'd better not mess up. And thinking back to the Asteroid training we did recently, going over some tactics would be a sensible thing to do.” Both pilots looked at each other. Altough different things went through their minds, their thoughts went to G'shlecc ...
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DarianRogue
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 25, 2009 9:44:45 PM    View the profile of DarianRogue 
Darian couldn’t believe that something like this could happen to anyone, let alone G’shlecc.  Come on, he thought.  This sort of thing is so uncommon that it’s almost unthinkable for it to happen.  Darian had heard Thed say, “going over some tactics would be a sensible thing to do.”  Darian responded to this comment with, “True, but we were only temporary wingmates, and at least you have an actual one.  Since Slasher got his own flight, I haven’t had one.”  “Yeah, you’re right on that.”  The only reason Darian had gone to a topic like that was to take both their minds off the current “situation.”

Darian wondered if that Wookie, Ruwe, had heard about this.  Even he hasn’t really known G’shlecc for that long, he needs to be able to support his commander.  He looked around for the Wookie, and found him after some searching and asked him, “Hey Ruwe.  Have you heard?”

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Yeah, a bit short, but it was made in the hopes that Ruwe would respond.  So, Ruwe, respond.  Pick up where I left off.  Don’t be afraid to auto me.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 25, 2009 10:59:47 PM    View the profile of Drac 
A knock sounded on the door to Drac's quarters. The Mon Cal pilot stood from where he'd been reading at his desk and made his way to the hatch. Opening it, he saw CPO Slasher standing on the other side. The man's face was nearly expressionless, but in a stiff way that didn't bode well. Saluting, Drac paused a moment before speaking, "Something is wrong, sir?"

"Yes. Ensign G'shlecc's father has been killed. Due to that, the Ensign will be going home very soon in his personal yacht. Nazgul is going to act as his honor guard during the flight to and from the planet." The human pilot rubbed his chin, suddenly appearing tired. "That's the basics anyway."

Closing his eyes for a moment in respect for his commander's loss, Drac looked solemnly at Slasher, "This is very bad news indeed." He sighed, absently pulling on the cuff of his left sleeve. "It's things like this that are what drove me to join the Vast Empire's military in the first place. No one should have to go through that, sir."

Slasher nodded, " Agreed, Drac. But what we need to focus on now is the escort. Briefing is in two hours, I'll see you there."

"Yes, sir." The CPO turned and continued down the hall. Drac watched him go, pitying the man his task. Surely spreading such news could not be much better than receiving it.

Looking the other way, the Mon Cal beheld a large furry being striding down the hall. At first he thought it was Ensign StOrMz from the Academy, but a second glance proved otherwise. Moderating his grin, Drac stepped out and turned to greet the newcomer, "Ruwe! I didn't expect to meet you here. Do they let walking carpets fly tiny starfighters now?"

The wookie grinned back, baring a mouthful of teeth as he wrapped the smaller Mon Cal in a bear hug. Once he let go he replied, "It's about as likely as them letting fish fly them. You're a little out of your element, no?"

Laughing slightly, Drac nodded, "You're right there." Remembering something, he jerked halfway around, spying Slasher approaching a turn-off in the hallway, "We'll have to catch up later, my friend. I need to ask the CPO something." Ruwe was about to reply when Darianrogue came up. Waving a short goodbye, Drac turned and went after the officer as the other pilot spoke with the wookie.

Catching up to Slasher just before he reached the next squadron member's door, Drac caught his attention, "Sir, I have a question. I know I haven't gotten to fly with him yet, but I'm Ensign Atrasin's assigned wingman. Since he'll be on the yacht, who will I be flying with?" He hoped it would be Ruwe. Though he didn't know the other pilot's assigned slot yet, it'd be great to fly with his old aquaintance.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 26, 2009 6:05:48 PM    View the profile of Ruwe 
Jink right. Break turn left. Pull up into immelman, reversed direction...

A knock on his door interrupted Ruwacca’s dreamed up battle in an asteroid belt. Growling a slight curse to himself he went to his door. Opening the door to CPO Slasher was somewhat of a surprise as he was still one of the newbie pilots in the squadron. Judging by the look on the CPO’s face though, whatever news he had was not good. “Yes chief?”

"I have some bad news, and some good news in your case I suppose.” My case? "It seems that our CO has had a tragedy. His father was just killed in a car explosion. He will be leaving immediately on his private yacht to return home for his fathers services.”

A sympathetic moan escaped from Ruwacca. “Well I hope that he will be alright. But chief, what will the squadron be doing while he is off at his father’s services? Because, well frankly I need all the air time I can get.”

“Well that’s where the good news comes in for you. The entire squadron will be running as a honor guard for our dear CO. So not only will you be getting your air time in, you will also be getting your first assignment. So with that in mind I want you in your flights, with your wingman, on the flight deck in two hours.”  Nodding, he quickly made off before Ruwacca could say anything.

My first assignment already? Guess I better do as the man says. Following his own thoughts he prepped himself. Grabbing his flight suit he quickly put it on. It was better that he got all ready right now then be all in a rush when the two hours were up. Grabbing the rest of his things he needed for his flight he left his room for the flight deck.

Not making it far though he bumped into his old friend Drac. Smiling broadly was one of the few expressions he could use without looking menacing. Scooping up the Mon Cal in his arms he gave him a great big Wookiee hug. Trading some friendly pleasantries, Drac went off after the Chief to ask him something.

Just as he was about to continue to the flight deck though Darian showed up. “Hey Ruwe. Have you heard?”

“About the Commander? Yeah I’ve heard. Sad news indeed. I hope he is going to be alright. Are you heading to the flight deck now as well?”

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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 8:13:44 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
Arriving back at his quarters after speaking with all of the pilots from the squadron that he had been able to find, Slasher walks into the room and quickly moves over to the computer terminal to download a copy of the flight plan that they would be using to get to Ator, quickly examining the sector and also where it is most likely they would be attacked from if they were ambushed while in transit to the planet, Slasher begins to draw up the patrol patterns for the fighters during the flight.

We will need to provide the best protection possible for Driver's Yacht...

With a few quick strokes of the keys on his computer terminal, Slasher causes a blip to appear on the screen, beside that blip is a small amount of text identifying the ship, it's make, and the pilot/CO of the ship.

Even though he will not be using his fighter, we still should keep the flights together... So we'll make 1 Flight the nucleus of this formation

Quickly hitting keys again on his computer terminal, Slasher inserts some more blips into the formation. He places the blip with the identification Nazgul 2, in formation with Driver's Yacht, and he places Nazgul 3 and Nazgul 4 together, in a formation which will stay approximately in formation with the Yacht and Nazgul 2, but with a little more freedom to move around to engage where needed.

Now how should I form up the 2nd and 3rd Flights... They should be in formation, forward, and aft, of the Yacht and 1 Flight, in order to provide them with forward and rearguard services.

Quickly manipulating the terminal, Slasher tries out several different deployments of the fighters, finally settling on one which has 2 Flight deployed forward, in a V formation, providing a sort of spear to thrust against any enemy should they be ambushed, while the four fighters of 3 Flight are deployed in formation to the rear of 1 Flight and the Yacht, to provide a Rear Guard.

That should do the job nicely, now to get the pilots together and brief them.

Quickly sending the plan to Kane's Datapad, Slasher includes a message letting him know that he will brief the rest of the pilots, and that any last minute changes can be handled later. Although he does not receive any confirmation from the XO, who he has not seen in a while. Slasher decides that he really cannot wait, because this mission is to important.

Walking quickly down to the Flight Deck, Slasher finds the rest of the junior pilots of the Squadron were already assembled there. While Kane was still absent, Slasher knew that there was a lot of work that needed to be done before they could leave on the mission.

===10 minutes later... Briefing Room===

Standing up and moving to the holoimage projected of the route that they will take to reach the planet, Slasher quickly briefs the assembled pilots on the pros and cons of the route. Immediately following this, he moves into a briefing on the placement of the craft of the Squadron. Pulling up the first image from his datapad, the projector shows only the Yacht, in the center of the projection area.

"All right Guys. Gals, and those to whom these terms do not apply" there are a few eyes rolled at the last part of his statement, but none of the laughs he usually gets in response to that sort of comment. "This is the Yacht that will be carrying our Squadron Commander on his way to Ator for the funeral of his father. We are assigned to provide both escort for the Yacht, and an Honor Guard at the funeral."

Ruwe, one of the newer pilots of the squadron, squirms a bit at that comment, seeing that some part of that has made Ruwe uncomfortable, Slasher responds,

"Senior Crewman, something about providing escort and Honor Guard for Driver seemed to disturb you, care to elaborate?"

Still kind of unsure of whether now is a good time to bring it up, Ruwe asks the question that has been bothering him since they first learned that Driver's father had died.

"Will we be required to wear our dress uniforms for the ceremony?"

Slasher smiles, knowing instantly what the problem is,

"Yes Ruwe, but don't worry, I've spoken to logistics, and they have moved your custom tailored uniform to the top of their list of things to do. It should be completed before we have to leave."

"Thank you sir."

Turning back to the projection, Slasher continues his brief.

"As 1 Flight is down to 3 fighters since Driver will not be flying with us himself, and because he is the highest priority, 1 flight will be flying in formation with the Yacht. Drac, you are to act like the Yacht is your wingman, and are to keep formation with it throughout the trip. The rest of 1 flight will be in a looser formation, able to move to engage threats should they materialize."

Slasher sees confirming nods from the pilots of 1 Flight as their positions appear on the holoimage being supplied by the projector.

"2 Flight also has only 3 fighters, however they will be deployed forward of the Yacht and 1 Flight, in a spearhead (aka V) formation, your job will be to engage any fighters which should engage us from the front, and to scatter their attack while the rest of the fighters from 3 Flight come forward to help, and 1 Flight escorts the Yacht out of the combat zone."

Slasher does not need to explain that on this mission the chance of attack is very real, because Driver's father was killed by a micro-detonator, there was every chance that someone may be targeting the members of his family specifically, so every pilot knew that this might not be a walk in the park.

"As I just mentioned, 3 flight will be providing a rearguard for the formation. Should we be attacked from behind, it will be the job of 3 Flight to blunt that attack, while 2 Flight comes to assist, and again, 1 Flight escorts the Yacht out of the Combat Zone."

Again he gets a series of nods from all the pilots.

"As far as when we arrive at the planet, they do not have TIE launch and retrieval capability on the planet's surface, so we will land in essentially the same formation we flew. Your TIEs are capable of making a landing using the wings for Landing supports, it takes a bit of fancy flying, but I think that we Of the Captain's Own are capable of it."

Every pilot in the room responds with some variation on the comment, "Of course!"

"Once we have landed, all of the pilots of the fighters will exit their fighters before the Yacht passengers disembark. During this time, we will still be in our Flight Suits, however we will still be operating as an Honor Guard.  1 Flight will enter the Yacht, and will escort Driver and the rest of the Part down the Ramp, Flights 2 and 3 will be posted to either side of the ramp, at attention, until the entire Party is between us, then we will proceed toward the welcoming committee. Kane and I will give the orders for Flights 2 and 3. However, once the entire party is on the ground, the XO will give the orders for the entire escort force. During the time that 1 Flight is on board the Yacht preparing to escort the Ensign down, Senior Crewman Drac will have command. Understood?"

"Yes Chief Petty Officer" comes the response.

"Very good, Make sure that you have your Dress Uniform pressed and ready to go, I know this may chafe against some of you, but as we are operating as an Honor Guard, we will be in Dress Uniform the entire time we are there. The only addition to your normal Dress Uniform will be that we will all be carrying weapons, pistols only, however you may use whichever pistol you are the most comfortable with."

"What will you be carrying Chief?" asks one of the newer pilots.

Smiling, Slasher responds "I generally carry the S-5 Multifunction Blaster Pistol in a thigh holster, it is an older weapon, but much more versatile in function than many of those we have today."

"Any further questions?" Seeing that there are none, Slasher gives the last set of orders before he closes the briefing.

"Dress Uniforms will be carried on board the Yacht, you will have the opportunity to change before the next event. Understood?"

"Yes Chief!" comes the response from the assembled squadron.

"All right then we reform on the Flight Deck in about 2 hours... Nazgul, Dismissed!"

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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 4:22:44 PM    View the profile of Goth 
Goth was in a bad mood. Things had gone from bad to worse. The battle, then getting chewed out back at the Atrus, now the Squad Commander's father had been murdered.
Goth knew how that was, his father had been murdered too.
The only thing he wanted to know was, did Gshlecc want revenge? Because he would surely help him get it.
Goth didn't have to worry about getting revenge on his father's killers. His father took care of that even after they killed him (they set off a booby trap while on board his ship, killing all but one. The latter was killed by a bounty hunter two days later).
Going down to the bar, Goth met up with JMac and bought him a few drinks. And thanked him for his help in the battle. Then went back to his room so study. Grabbing the first data pad off the top he started reading, which happened to be "Teck Backtu's Cloaking".
After studying for about an hour, Slasher called up looking for Kane. Goth told him that he hadn't seen him, maybe check in the bar. Then keyed off his com.
Putting down the data pad, Goth packed his dress uniform pinning his new medal on it (and made sure he had it on straight). Then sat down to study a little while longer. As he studied his mind started to wander, and he thought about Gshlecc.
The Squad Commander of the best Squadron in the Empire, who flew the best ships in the Empire (for Goth believed in the Avenger), had his father get murdered.

"Looks like we'll be busy soon."

Goth said out loud to himself.
Then took out the data pad showing the detail maps of the planet they were heading for. After studying them for a while Goth grabbed his dress uniform and his spare DL-44. After putting the two data pads he was reading in his tool kit, he grabbed it and made for the flight deck. He dropped his dress uniform off at the yacht, and went to his fighter.
Once inside he strapped his spare blaster and his toolkit to the back of his ejector seat as was his usual custom. Then proceeded to prepare his Avenger for the trip, going through the preflight checklist. Then walked around his fighter checking on the repairs made since the last battle. The mechanics worked quick, he thought to himself, as he found the damaged sections were repaired, repainted, and good as new. As he walked around his fighter Nazgul 7 commed him looking for Kane. Goth pretty much told him the same thing he told Slasher earlier. Then keyed his com off again.
Climbing back into his Avenger, Goth finished getting her prepped and ready for take off.
Then did a quick review of the flight path and escort positions: Flight 3 bring up rear and support point.
Then reported to the flight deck with the rest of Nazgul Squadron for final orders.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 4:24:21 PM    View the profile of Thedrish 
Chief Petty Officer Slasher was clear about it, the assignment would start in two hours. And there was a lot Thedrish wanted to have done before they would take off. After they had been dismissed, Thedrish walked towards Skrat, his wingman and looked into the yellow-orange eyes. “Well Skrat, seems we will be flying behind the yacht and Drac.” Skrat replied by saying “So it seems. Apparently we will be the first ones to dive in if we encounter an attack on the Yacht.”

Thedrish looked at the parked TIE's. “Yes, we are. And by the looks of it, it wouldn't surprise me if there will be another attack on the Ensign.” Skrat looked at him. “You think so?” “Yes, his father wasn't killed by accident, not when it was done with a detonator. It's likely that the Ensign might be the next target.” Skrat let out a little sigh. “Great!” All of the Nazgul pilots headed back to their quarters in order to wash, to clean up or to do something they felt important before they would take off and head for Ator.

After taking a hot shower, Thedrish sat down on the bed and tried to imagine the things that were about to happen. But no matter how he tried, he couldn't image a clear timeline. So much could happen along the way, there was no way he could prepare for each possible scenario. He gave up and repositioned himself on the bed. He cleared his mind of all questions and thought about what Shlasher has told them about the escort assignment. He had to wear his dress uniform. That didn't pose any problem, except for the weapon he was allowed to take along. He was allowed one weapon only and he didn't like that. He hated it to let the functionality of one weapon determine his actions. Then he thought about the mission, “regardless of the moment, we will be close to our fighters or the Ensigns Yacht. That's useful to know”. Thedrish smiled. He got off the bed and put on a fresh flightsuit. No need to put on the dress uniform, he had more than one hour left. In one of the closets, he found two large empty black bags that could be used for clothes. He left his room and walked through the hallway. When he got back to his room, he had 45 minutes left before they all would regroup in the hangar.

Thedrish looked to both blasters he had. Which one would he take along? He decided to take the DL-54 Automatic Blaster Pistol. It carried more ammunition and he could strap it nicely in his favorite holster, the one attached to his belt and tied to his leg. He got into his dress uniform. “Darn, this doesn't give me much room to manouvre.” Well, as soon as he would be in his TIE, he would take the jacket off. And before disembarking he would put back on again. He put on the holster and after checking his weapon, the DL-54 was hoisted. Had he done everything? No, he hadn't.

Fifteen minutes left. He walked to one of the shelves on the wall. There were two pictures on it. One of his sister, one of his parents. Both pictures looked old and worn. Thedrish closed his eyes and bowed his head. He stood there several minutes silent and quiet. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He looked up and turned around facing the door. “Come in” he said. The door opened and Skrat came in. “Ready Thed? It's about time. We should be going to the hangar.” “Give me a couple of minutes and I will join you”. Thedrish looked back at the pictures, “I will be back, I promise.” He got his things and walked out.

When he left his room, he noticed Skrat in the hallway, waiting for him. Together they walked towards the hangar. And although they weren't the only ones there, it was awfully quiet. As if everyone was preparing for things to come. When they walked into the hangar, almost the entire Nazgul Squadron was present. At the same moment, Chief Petty Officer Slasher walked in. He positioned himself before the pilots, looked at them, one by one and smiled. “Good, very good.”

“Pilots of the Nazgul Squadron, it is time. To your fighers!”
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 7:25:39 PM    View the profile of Catachan 
Skrat laughed to himself. Dress uniform. I hope they like Trandoshan Special, he joked to himself. After they had been dismissed, Skrat looked over to his wingman, TheDrish, and as he looked into his yellow-orange eyes.

“Well Skrat, seems we will be flying behind the yacht and Drac.” Skrat replied by saying “So it seems. Apparently we will be the first ones to dive in if we encounter an attack on the Yacht.”

Thedrish looked at the parked TIE's. “Yes, we are. And by the looks of it, it wouldn't surprise me if there will be another attack on the Ensign.”

Skrat looked at him, “You think so?”

“Yes, his father wasn't killed by accident, not when it was done with a detonator. It's likely that the Ensign might be the next target.”

Skrat let out a little sigh, “Great!” He wasn't too sure whether that response came out good or bad. He's starting to think it came out good, for he wouldn't like getting attacked. For bad, he would made it sound like he was enjoyed getting attacked. Perhaps its both.

He headed back to his bunk-converted-jungle room. Everything reminded him of his old home. Except the sounds. Sounds of a ship and metal clattering underneath feet were not sounds of Trandosha. He prepared himself with a quick war ritual. After about 10 minutes, he left his ritual and got dressed in his custom doshan ceremonial outfit. It was ages since he had wore it, and he was surprised it still fit. For his "honor guard" holster weapon, he chose a DC-15s. He stuck it in his patchwork holster.

With that, he went to fetch Thed before time ran out. When he arrived, he gave a knock on the door. Thed yelled "Come in."

He opened the door. "Ready Thed? It's about time and we should be going to the hangar."

"Give me a couple of minutes and I will join you." Replied TheDrish as he looked at his wall.

Before walking out, Skrat told TheDrish, "I will be back, I promise."

He waited in the hall, and before long, Thed came out. Took them a minute to get there, but they made it to the hangar. He smiled within his head by seeing the whole of Nazgul Squadron, wearing their dress suits all neatly. He got in line with the rest of the squadron.Thenwalked in. He positioned himself before the pilots, looked at them, one by one and smiled. “Good, very good.”

“Pilots of the Nazgul Squadron, it is time. To your fighters!”
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He entered the cock-pit of his extremely repaired ship. "Good luck Thed. And watch my back so I don't get stranded in space again. It's not fun trying to fix your engines at the end of a battle."

Thed laughed, "Yeah, don't worry. I'll watch your back, left, and right."

Within 5 minutes, they pilots were given the go to launch. It was a somewhat empowering moment for Skrat. He was wearing a suit for special occasions, protecting an important citizen and officer of the Vast Empire, and the pilots took off with perfect precision. The group protecting the port-side of the ship, including himself, TheDrish, and Drac, formed up into an Arrow Formation, and they waited for what the future held for the squadron, and what waited for them on Ator. Ator was a concrete jungle, and for every place like it, there's was many places evil could hide.

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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 10:03:00 PM    View the profile of DarianRogue 
“About the Commander? Yeah I’ve heard. Sad news indeed. I hope he is going to be alright. Are you heading to the flight deck now as well?”
“Yeah, I am.  Let’s go.  Although I think we should head for the briefing room first.”
“Good point.”

And so the Darian and Wookie made their way to the briefing room.  They got there after five minutes, and after five more everyone was there, and CPO Slasher began.  Darian caught most of what was said.  Stuff about wearing dress uniforms, and that his flight would be deployed forward of the Yacht and Flight 1, in a spearhead formation and would engage any enemies attacking from the front.  Of course, the not-need-to-be-said thought going around was that attack was very close to being inevitable, as it was no accident that Driver’s father was dead.  He then heard that they would have to land in the same formation as when flying.  The last important thing he heard was that Kane would be in command of the entire escort force once they landed.  Oh, and of course they would have to have a pistol.

Darian walked to what he called the “TIE Park” when he realized he had to choose his pistol.  He chose the said-to-be-reliable DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol and also got his Dress Uniform after a short trip back to his room.  He walked back to the “TIE Park,” or the hangar as was its formal name just as the words, “Pilots of the Nazgul Squadron, it is time. To your fighters!” were said.  He saw the whole almost the whole squadron here, so he followed the example of the rest and got into his TIE.  “Finally, a real fighter,” he said.  Once they were given the go to launch, they all did so, including Darian.  He flew to the front of the Yacht in front of Flight 1 along with Kane and Ruwe, where they got into the Spearhead Formation.  And so the journey began…

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332 words, probably more than I’ve ever done in my life on any RPG board.  And the way I have(n't) spaced it out, it doesn't look like much.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 27, 2009 11:28:54 PM    View the profile of Ruwe 
“Yes I am actually. We’ll walk and talk instead of taking up useless time standing here. Although I think we should head to the briefing room first.” Darian started to walk as if to enforce his words.

Matching his stride to his smaller counterpart, Ruwe spoke his mind. “So what do you think of this assignment we have? It doesn’t feel right. Why would our CO need an escort?”

“I somewhat had the same feeling. I’m sure the CO is more than safe enough on his own yet we’re escorting him. Perhaps the CO is in danger from a Rebel strike. After all the car explosion might not have been an accident.”

Turning into the briefing room, Ruwe didn’t have time to say a reply to Darian. Sitting down amongst the other flight members he glanced around to see all was here. His wingman and XO, Kane wasn’t there but everyone else in the squadron was. Perhaps he’s just running a little late.

It wasn’t long before Slasher appeared in front of their little congregation to brief them on their assignment. A hologram appeared next to him of the CO’s personal yacht. After a short intro he briefed each flight on what their positions were in accordance to the yacht and what each flights main tasks were to do. It seemed his flight was to lead the yacht in a spearhead formation. Kane out front with himself behind and to the right, and Darian behind and to the left.

During the rest of the briefing there was little more talk from the pilots but one section did stick out in his own mind. It wasn’t mentioned but it seemed there might be a very good chance that the Rebels were targeting Driver and his family. Keeping that in mind he payed very close attention to the assignment details. After they were all dismissed Ruwe headed straight to his fighter. He had all his stuff ready with him except for his Dress Uniform which he would go back to his room and get after.

Setting himself in the cockpit he put his stuff in the back of his chair. In it he had a small survival kit and an extra blaster pistol with a modified cartridge to deliver a heavier shot. With that out of the way he set himself in his seat. Letting his hands play over the controls he went through a small pre-flight and systems check. With everything in order on the screen he quickly hopped out of his fighter to check out all the systems first hand. After a few short minutes and everything double checked with the comm unit he powered down the ship.

Heading back to his room he made sure he enough time to do a small meditation and prayer before heading out. It always made him feel better because he felt it increased his luck. Reaching his room he found his Dress Uniform pressed and ready on his table. Looking at the time, another 45 minutes until he had to be back, he sat on the floor cross legged. Lighting a small candle he set himself in a small trance. Saying a small prayer and going through a small calming technique he snapped out with still 20 minutes.

Feeling much more relaxed he grabbed his Dress Uniform and made his way to the flight deck again. Putting his Dress Uniform in the yacht so it wouldn’t get creased from the flying he fell in as right marker on the flight deck. Others were starting to join as well. Ruwe felt that since he was one of the more senior he should lead by example by being early and taking initiative by falling in first. Drac was second by only a few minutes. A quick smile passed between them before the rest of the squadron showed up and Slasher was standing in front of them.

No empowering speech was given. All he did was look all of them in eye squarely as if to say, “You are the best, you do not need luck, speeches, or anything else.” After looking them all up and down he stood in front of them again. “Good, very good. Pilots of Nazgul Squadron, it is time. To your fighters!”

With that the squadron all quickly dispersed to their fighters. Hopping into his seat he went through his start-up sequence. Taking initiative again he commed in first, “Nazgul 6 ready for launch.” Afterwards a bunch of calls echoed his own with their own callsigns. I don’t recall seeing Kane out there. Is he in his own? Making sure of his own thoughts he switched to his flights channel. “Eh Kane you there?”

Sure enough though he was though and answered. “Yes I am. Sorry I didn’t have time to meet you and Darian beforehand. I was a little caught up in some things. Just make sure you follow me and you guys will come out of this unscathed.”

Ruwe clicked his comm as confirmation. Darian echoed his a few seconds later. Switching back to the squadron channel he waited for his launch command. Switching on his hand held comm unit he looked over some of the specs of his assignment one last time. “Alright Nazgul, let’s get this flying fat lady off her ass. She’s up to sing and is still sitting down.” With that they all took off into space into their formations.

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January 28, 2009 6:54:04 PM    View the profile of Gshlecc 
The Gugol lifted off the deck and eased through the magnetic containment field separating the hangar bay and the vacuum of space.  Jilee, Driver’s personal droid, navigated the yacht as an extension of herself.  Stormz sat in the co-pilot’s seat – not so much to help fly, but to have a better view.  Now that he was flying a desk and not a TIE he missed the openness of space.  The sleek craft knifed through the void and moved to the pre-arranged coordinates for the rendezvous.  Drac took his spot on the luxury liner’s 4 o’clock.  The rest of Flight one took its positions as if in a normal formation.  Flight Two with Kane in the lead, took the point, and Slasher’s group took the back door.

  “All ships make ready for the jump to Ator,” chimed Jilee’s tiny vocorder.

  Several ‘ayes’ echoed back.  Stormz grunted acknowledgement and started the countdown.  They were going into Hyperspace in formation – just in case.  Slasher and Kane had erred on the side of caution.  If someone was trying to take out the Atrasins, they wouldn’t get this one easy or cheap.

  Jilee once again pinged the small fleet, “On my mark.  Three, two, one – mark.”

  The cockpit viewer exploded into tracers of light as the stars seemed to elongate and disappear behind them.  The droid confirmed that all ten TIE’s and the Gugol had slid into light speed together, and in formation.

  “ETA to Ator: six hours and twenty-two minutes,” She commed to the rest of Nazgul.

  Slasher and Kane replied almost in chorus, “Acknowledged.”

  Stormz rose from his seat and made his way back to the common room where Driver was passed out on a chaise.  Yulia was still in her armchair watching over him.  The Wook looked at the human female.  She was supposedly fetching to their kind.  To him she looked small and frail.  He ruffed a chuckle to himself, if he’d learned anything in his time with humans; it was to never judge them by their appearances.

  She turned to the noise of the Wookiee’s laugh and smiled back at him.  He’d never met her before, but knowing Driver she must be something else.

  He barked a question, “How is he,” without knowing if she understood Shyriiwook.

  She answered without hesitation or turning to him, “He’ll be fine. He just had a shock.”

  Stormz grunted.  “Will he make it through the funeral ok?”

  “He will.  His brother will be there.  What I don’t know is will he be able to handle the investiture?”

  “Investiture?  What is that?” huffed the Wing XO.

  Yulia now did turn to the Wookiee, “He never told any of you did he?”

  “Tell us what?”Asked Krazanr

  “He’s the new Baronet Ratselhof.”

  Something akin to a gurgle escaped from the Wookiee.  No mean feat since Wookiees can’t really gurgle.

  “Baronet?  I didn’t know his family was of the Imperial nobility.”

  “Minor end.  Very, very, very minor end.  His father had presented Palpatine with some sort of elaborate puzzle from Ator, and it amused the Emperor so much that he bestowed a peerage on him.”

  “Still, I did not know that Driver had such an illustrious family.” Stated the Wookiee reverently.

  “Don’t let him hear you say that.  He’d dispute his families ‘illustriousness’ from here to Kessel.  His mother was an actress, his father is a banker.  He’s an engineer moonlighting as a flyboy, and his brother works for the power company.  He’d say he was average at best,” She chuckled as she ran her fingers through his hair, “And that’s why I love him.”

  Stormz eased back into one of the large acceleration chairs in the room, “Do you think he’ll not be able to rise to the Baronetcy?”

  “Oh he’d be able to do it in his sleep; the problem is he wouldn’t want to.  He’s always been an ‘I’ll get it myself’ sort of man.  The idea of privilege and status arising from a title doesn’t appeal to him.  The flip-side is that he’s also a traditionalist who will take the role seriously and try and be the very best he can be.”

  “He sounds conflicted.”

  “He is, and that is what worries me.  He always knew this would be coming to him eventually as the eldest.  He’d always thought that it would be decades down the road, after he’d have time to get come to terms with it.  Now, it’s here and I don’t know if he’s ready.”

  Stormz felt a question grow,”Why would you say that?”

  “Well,” Yulia sighed, “It’s not just the title, it’s what comes with it.”

  “What? A castle?” the Wookiee began to laugh.

  “Yes, that and more.  He’s now the largest single share holder of Corusca Bank and the single largest towerholder on Ator.”

  The WXO nearly swallowed his tongue along with his laughter.  He stared incredulously at the prone body of the newly minted Ensign G’shlecc Atrasin, lately Baronet Ratselhof, and now one of the most powerful men in the VE.

  “You’re kidding.”

  “No, and I wish I were.  This is the kind of thing he wanted to avoid.  That’s why he ran off to the Navy.  His father wanted him to leave Kuat and come to Coruscant and begin to learn the ropes at the Bank.  They had a falling out and he left.  None of us saw or heard from him for several months.  Then all of a sudden he turns up in the VE Navy as a pilot.  Huur, his father, was less than happy.  For that matter, neither was I.  But that’s G, you can’t tell him anything, and you can make him do less.”

  “He is going to be a very popular man when he returns to the VE. He’s going to have to buy a lot of drinks.” He joked.

  Yulia projected a wan smile, “If he returns.  The Baronetcy is a full time job, and now it’s his.”

  Stormz growled low and warily, he’d not thought that Driver wouldn’t return from this.  He assumed, along with Denethor, that he’d need a few weeks after the ceremony to set things right and then be back.  G was not only their second most senior SC; he was now also an intricate part of their new Reaper project.  If he were not to return this would truly be a large loss.   

  “Well, maybe he can….”

  The Gugol shuddered and lurched.  Yulia flew from her chair and crashed into Stormz.  The two of them pitched head over heel across the stateroom.  G was launched off his divan and slammed awake into a bulkhead on the other side of the room.

  He tried to find his legs as the craft pitched again, “What the hells is going on?”

  Jilee commed to all the rooms, “Master G’shlecc to the bridge, please.”

  G, Stormz and Yulia ran for the bridge.  The Wook arrived first by virtue of being over two meters tall. 

  “Sitrep, Jilee.” Barked Driver as he slid into the co-pilot’s seat.

  The droid gave the spoke as she surrendered her seat to Stormz, “We have dropped out of hyperspace several hours prior to our scheduled arrival in the Ator system.  We and Nazgul are now running in normal space.”

  Stormz woof-barked.

  “I agree, Grav Well Projector.  Some one wanted us to come out and play.  Kane, Slasher, this is G, heads up for company.”

  Slasher pinged first,”Got’em in bound bogeys on our 10 o’clock.  Eight Dianoga’s and they’re coming in hot and fast.”

  “Nazgul break and engage, break and engage!” shouted G, “Fire at will.”

  “Grrrrl hurf grrrrl-rak”

  “Yeah, I hate this kind of wake up too.”

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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 29, 2009 8:10:55 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher reacts instantly to the call from Gshlecc, he had known something was wrong immediately when they reverted from hyperspace early. Quickly keying his comm he begins to speak, giving orders to his flight, as they begin to move forward to engage the oncoming fighters.

"All right guys, this is it, you were there for the briefing. 2 Flight will be moving to engage the enemy fighters, and we will be moving through to support them. You all know the stats of those fighters?"

"No sir, I do not" responds Goth.

"All right, I'll fill you in on the details that you need to stay alive right now, but I want you to spend some time looking through the stats of the fighters when we get back, it may save your life sometime."

"Copy"

"The Dianoga Starfighter is slower than our fighters, by almost 50 MGLT, we both carry four laser cannons, however, you need to watch, they also carry an Ion Cannon, which can create some serious problems for our fighters if we get hit. Also, their shields are slightly weaker than ours, but they have stronger hulls, so don't try to ram any of them, you will lose."

"Copy"

"Note, they are not equipped with missiles, which means that we don't need to worry about that. So let's not have any friendly fire with our missiles boys."

"I copy, engaging now."

As the six fighters of 2 and 3 Flights from the squadron move to engage the Dianogas, Slasher switches over to missiles, and waits for a tone indicating a lock. At the same time he says,

"All right 3 Flight, we are outnumbered, but they have no missiles, lets equalize the odds here a bit. Fire 2 missiles as soon as you have a lock, 1 dumbfire, 1 targeted."

"Copy"

As soon as they enter the weapons range for their missiles, Slasher, JMac, and Goth each fire off 2 missiles at the group of enemy fighters. They have only marginal success, taking down two of the eight enemy fighters and leaving the fight as a six on six battle.

"All right boys, stay with your wingmen, cover each other, and don't do anything stupid. We've already got one funeral to attend, let's not make it anymore than that."

That was all Slasher had time to say before they were engaged with the enemy fighters, however, their first pass with the enemy did not go at all as planned. while three of the fighters engaged, the other three continued straight on course for the Gugol. However slasher was unable to concentrate on that at that moment, because he had been hit by the concentrated fire of two of the enemy fighters, and his shields were almost fully depleted. He suddenly knew exactly what was about to happen, and he knew he had to move quickly if he was to counter it.

Reaching down Slasher begins to shut down every single system in his TIE Fighter, deactivating everything. First he shuts down the Life support, and disconnects the hose, sealing his helmet completely so that he is constantly supplied with air. Next he reaches over and deactivates his targeting computer and sensors, then the engines, and one by one every other system in the craft. Just as he finishes, his craft is hit by a series of ion bolts from the enemy fighters. His fighter is sent spinning by the impact, taking him out of formation and away from the combat. As his fighter spins his head is suddenly smacked against his control yoke, and the world around him goes dark.

===Nazgul 11, Goth===
As Goth watched the engines go dark on Slasher's fighter as he is hit by a series of Ion blasts, he gasps in horror. Waiting for Slasher to right his fighter and get back into the battle, Goth is shocked when nothing happens, and grimly he keys his comm and says to the rest of the squadron, "Goth to Kane, we just lost Slasher"

"Sithspit, you and JMac keep fighting."


===10 minutes later===
As Slasher comes to, he realizes he is alone, the battle has moved on without him. Looking out of his cockpit, he can see flashes in the distance which show that the Gugol and the rest of Nazgul is still fighting a running battle with the enemy fighters. Moving quickly he checks the condition of his fighter, everything appears to be mostly intact within the cockpit, but he doesn't want to see the condition of his fighter outside of the cockpit. Working quickly he begins to bring the systems he needs most back online. First he reactivates the engines, righting his fighter and beginning the process of catching up to the combat taking place. As he attempts to return to the combat, he slowly brings his other systems online, rerouting power away from systems that either are unessential or which do not come back, and adding that power to his shields, or to other systems which have been damaged by the blasts. Looking at his hyperdrive condition, he realizes that he does not need the hyperdrive, but that he can use that power somewhere else. Quickly looking at where the power is needed the most, he decides to re-route the power to the shields, since he can't use the hyperdrive in the gravity well. While his fighter may not look pretty, and he may be kind of limping along, Slasher is not going to give up on his mission. He hasn't lost a pilot in combat yet, and he doesn't intend to start with this combat. As he nears the edge of the combat zone, he sees that they have managed to eliminate two more of the Dianoga fighters, and that the last four are tangling with the 8 remaining Nazgul fighters. Accelerating quickly Slasher moves in, seeing the fighter trying to get into position behind Goth to take him out. Moving in Slasher begins to get a target lock on the enemy fighter, hoping to attack and make him pull off from his pursuit of Goth. Setting up his shot, he knows that he won't be able to disable or destroy the enemy fighter with his understrength lasers,  but he is still going to try.. Activating his comm unit, Slasher makes his presence known, “These sort of guys never seem to learn, NEVER leave a wounded fighter alive, because you get one very ticked off pilot, and when a pilot gets ticked off they tend to work miracles. I am part of Nazgul,” Slasher opens fire on the enemy fighter “And we Cry out with the Voices of Death” with that Slasher fires a missile into the enemy fighter. As close as they were together the enemy fighter stood no chance, exploding into a fireball as the missile impacted. Flying through the explosion, Slasher's boosted shields took a beating, but they survived the assault, and turning slasher re-enters the battle.

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1159 words. I have eliminated 5 out of the eight fighters by this point, but I have only personally eliminated one, two need to be taken out in the initial attack, and then the other two need to be eliminated while I'm knocked out.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 29, 2009 3:03:03 PM    View the profile of Thedrish 
Going through hyperspace allowed Thedrish to take off the jacket of his dress uniform. Now he had room to manouvre more freely. “Right, so far so good.” he thought. Flying in formation with Skrat behind both the Yacht and Drac went easy. Drac did exactly what he had been told, fly next to the Yacht as if it's your shadow. He looked over the instruments of his TIE and was satisfied to see only the fighters of the squadron on the radar screen. The formation flew in an almost perfect setup around the Yacht. Thedish knew that Slasher would be satisfied. Too bad that G'shlecc had other things on his mind, otherwise he could have seen that the new guys performed to the best of their abilities. Sadly, before the squadron was able to act like one, someone's death was needed.

Suddenly, all ships dropped out of hyperspace. Thedrish looked at his navigation, They were at least 2 hours flying away from Ator. Could it be ... Suddenly, the voice of G'shlecc came over the radio. “Nazgul break and engage, break and engage! Fire at will.”

While the defensive systems warned Thedrish of the enemy fighters, he engaged the targeting computer while calling Skrat on the radio. “Skrat, you have them in sight?” “Yes, I count eight of them, main force is heading for our rear” Skrat answered. Thedrish looked at his radar screen and replied “it seems they are trying to get rid of us instead of the Yacht”. All of a sudden, his system warned Thedrish that an enemy was trying to get a lock on them. It seemed that two fighters were heading their way. “Skrat, check your six, two of them are coming in”. Both TIE's reversed the starport engine enabling them to turn right very quickly. Within seconds, they changed course and headed for the incoming fighters.

Slashers voice came through on the radio, “The Dianoga Starfighter is slower than our fighters, by almost 50 MGLT. They are not equipped with missiles, which means that we don't need to worry about that.” “Thed, let's use missles to get this over with quickly.” “Copy that Skrat, you take out the left one, I will go after the right one.”. Thedrish accelerated to full throttle and engaged his enemy. Before he could fire his missle, his oponent suddenly dove off which resulted in Thedrish overshooting him. “Damn...” Thedrish said to himself, “that was stupid!” Again, he hadn't listened to his instincts, but had acted on impuls. He slowed down and banked left, but the enemy was gone, so it seemed. All of a sudden, the defensive systems warned there was almost an missile attack on his fighter. His oponent was right behind him.

“Alright then, let's play follow my lead” Thedrish thought to himself. He made a barrel roll and dove off, which was followed by the enemy fighter. Thedrish pulled his controlls hard to the right in order to make a wide turn. And although his oponent tried to follow, Thedrish knew his fighter could turn quicker than the Dianoga figter. And it was just a matter of time before Thedrish got behind and waited for missile lock. Then he noticed something in the corner of his eye. There was a TIE, completely dark and still. Thedrish looked again and saw to his horror that it was the TIE of Slasher. Oh no, they got him. The attack computer indicated that Thedrish had missile lock. He squeeshed the trigger and the missile launched. Within seconds, the enemy fighter was destroyed. At that moment, he looked for Skrat and joined him. “Skrat, where's your friend?” “It seems he didn't like our party” Skrat laughed. “They got Slasher” Thedrish told Skrat. “Oh no, I can't believe it” “Let us concentrate on the here and now. The others might need our help.”
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
January 30, 2009 2:12:02 PM    View the profile of Goth 
After final orders on the flight deck, Goth stopped and checked with JMac about the flight plan.
Just before they went to their Avengers Goth said,

'By the way, next time I say make yourself scarce, that doesn't mean disappear altogether. I was setting a trap, for you to swoop in and get the kill.'

As Goth passed Slasher's Avenger, he overheard Kane telling Slasher his resignation would not be accepted. This caught Goth totally by surprise.
'One more thing to go wrong', Goth thought to himself.
His Flight Leader had only just started. Being that this was his first mission as FL, it had to be a case of the nerves. At least that is what Goth hoped it was, because Nazgul needed him, now more than ever with Gshlecc down.
And he didn't want the job. Goth was just fine with being a Flight Member.

Once Goth was in his fighter he strapped into his ejector seat and prepared for the flight.

As Nazgul flew in formation around the 'Gugol' waiting for the hyper coords, Goth heard chatter over the com, but kept radio silence.
The yacht with its honor guard went into hyper as one.
Somehow Goth just knew they would never reach Ator without trouble, and he was right. Just after four hours into the more than six hour flight they came out of hyper unexpectedly.

Goth was not surprised when it happened and keyed his com:

'This is Nazgul 11, you still with me JMac?'

'I'm right with you,' came back.

'Powering up to attack speed... now."

Then keying his com off, Goth boosted thrust to both of his engines to full. The G-forces pulling him into the seat, as his ship excellerated.
Getting information on the enemy fighter and a little clarification Goth looked over just in time to see Slasher get hit by Ion cannon fire and go spinning into space.
Keying his com:

'This is Nazgul 11, Goth to Kane, we just lost Slasher. Ion fire, his ship looks intact.'

'Stick with me my wingman', Goth said to himself out loud, as he went into a Split-S. Then into a left handed Break Turn, and finishing off with a High-Speed Yo-Yo. This put him on the tail of the
Dianoga who got Slasher.

'Are you still with me?'

Said Goth keying his com.
Strafing fire from his right, splashing off the bandit's rear deflector shield was his answer.

As the enemy fighter went into a right-handed Break Turn, they followed in Lag Pursuit. Goth could have swore there were two, but he couldn't find the other one anywhere.
Suddenly the fighter up ahead went into a Barrel Roll catching Goth by surprise and slipped in behind him. This set up a perfect shot for the Lt. Commander.
As JMac got a missile lock and fired, he watched Goth go into a Split-S, and pull out of the blast zone, using the superior speed of his Avenger.
The Dianoga starfighter shot high with its Ion cannon then exploded.

'Nice one, JMac!'

Goth said as he keyed his com on and off, then going into the Immelman to swing back and pickup his wingman. Having been seperated by the exploding starfighter between them.

After forming back up they moved to support the forward ships.
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February 2, 2009 9:21:13 AM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac was one of the first to get his gear ready for the trip, but wasn't surprised to see Ruwe already there when he boarded it to stow his dress uniform. Ruwe was the only vain wookie he'd ever met, but he was much nicer to be around than many of the more... casual members of his species. Drac smiled a greeting and secured his gear. He double-checked then, to make sure he had everything. Yes, there was his bolero, the boots, belt, gloves, and field cap, and the trousers. His rank patches and the other details were in place as well. Good. He would not screw up something this important.

Afterward he talked to Ruwe for a moment, comparing Academy experiences and personal gear. Drac pulled his pistol out of its holster and held it out grip first for his friend's inspection. It was a DC-15s, an old SpecOps pistol from the days of the Republic. He knew that with this pistol by his side, it wasn't likely that he'd ever run out of ammo.

It didn't take long for everyone to get ready, and soon it was time to go. Drac watched Two flight exit the hangar first, then powered up and followed the Gugol out. As soon as they were clear he swung into position on the yacht's 4 o'clock. Automatically he checked on Three and FourHere we go. My first real mission...not the one I would have chosen though. Everyone formed up in good order and the group oriented on its heading for Ator. Drac heard the Ensign's droid pilot counting down to the jump, put his hand on the hyperdrive lever, and threw it forward when the countdown ended.

Hurling through hyperspace, the Mon Cal pilot knew he had six hours before they'd arrive at Ator. He planned to use that time well. Reaching into a pocket of his flight suit, the pilot removed a copy of the Naval Officer's Training Manual. Checking the page number, he flipped it open to the section detailing honor guard conduct and procedure. He wanted this to go as well as possible.

Over the next four hours Drac reviewed all he'd learned about honor guard duty. From dress procedure to order of personnel to order of actions and duties. The manual seemed to gloss over some stuff, but it was little enough that he should still be able to pull it off.

Then his ship reverted to real space. Drac jerked upright in surprise, whipping his head around. First he checked for the yacht...right where it was supposed to be in relation to him. That was good. Then the rest of One flight. Thedrish and Skat were already chattering over the flight's com-channel, but were still in position. He saw a pair of the enemy craft break off toward the two and activated his shields and freed up the locks on his weapons in reaction. He wanted to turn and sweep in on the pair, lasers blazing, but he had a job to do. Last he looked at the incoming snubfighters, checking their speed, type, and number. Looks like we're pretty evenly matched, with One flight sticking close to the yacht and everyone having to worry about it...that needs to change.

The first few Nazguls began engaging the enemy, firing missiles into their ranks. Even though there were fewer of them, the fighters kept coming. Glancing up ahead of their formation, Drac saw that the way looked clear. Switching to the command channel, he spoke into his helmet mike, "Gugol, this is Nazgul Two."

G'shlecc's voice came back, "Gugol here, Two. What do you need?"

"Sir, I'd recommend One flight pick up speed. If we can outrun these nerfherders we ought to. And if not, we'll still get out of this gravity field sooner than we would otherwise."

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February 2, 2009 3:05:32 PM    View the profile of Ruwe 
The sudden jerk of his spacecraft as it reverted back to real space was a shock to Ruwe. They weren’t supposed to revert back for at least another two hours. Must be trouble. Switching to his flight channel he flicked the switch on. “Uh sir, any idea why we’ve stopped?”

“Notta clue Ruwe. My guess is something isn’t right. Hold radio silence for a bit until I find out what’s going on. Both you and Darian be prepared for some action.”

“Aye sir.” Switching back to the squadron channel he held his radio silence. There was some squabble about what was happening. No clear messages were getting through though. Sighing he went about looking at his logistics on his weapons. Everything checked out working. Just as he was about to start a check on his engines a clear message crackled over the comm. “Nazgul break and engage, break and engage! Fire at will!” Sounds like Driver.

“Here we go you two. You heard the man. Increase to attack speed. We’re slightly outnumbered at the moment, so three flight is equaling it out with some missiles. There’s eight bogeys out there, Dianoga fighters. Stats; they have stronger hulls, weaker shields, same amount of lasers but have an ion cannon. So make damn sure you don’t get hit otherwise you might find yourself soon to be nothing but space debris.”

“Copy sir.” Darian echoed his confirmation a second later. Following orders he increased to attack speed. Following his wingman he rolled left and pulled up on his yoke. Leveling out he was now looking at the front profile of eight Dianoga fighters. They looked like eight crosses heading straight for him. Being just behind three flight he saw six streaks fly through the open space at the oncoming fighters. Two went up in flames from the impacts almost immediately.

Six on six. Ruwe watched as three flight engaged the other fighters. Three however broke through. Looks like these ones are ours. “Here we go two flight. Watch each others back and watch your fields of fire.” Activating his targeting reticule he targeted the fighter in line with himself.

Lining up his shot he waited to get close enough for a kill shot. Another twenty seconds. Just then a strained voice broke over the comm. “This is Nazgul 11, Goth to Kane, we just lost Slasher. Ion fire, his ship looks intact.” This isn’t good.

“New orders two flight. We need to help out three flight. Darian your with me, we’re gonna help them out. Ruwe you stay locked onto these three and follow them to the yacht. One flight will assist you when you get close enough.”

“Copy sir.” Great, three on one. No help for at least 30 seconds. Not good odds I’ll say. Staying matched with his target he waited. Ruwe watched as his wing mates dropped away to help with three flight. Feeling the time was just right, he fired off a quick burst of cannons at his target. Waiting long enough to switch to a missile he fired with a lock. Not wasting any time though to get shot at with an ion cannon by the other two fighters, he pulled up sharply into the immelman, ploughing himself into the back of seat. Pulling out so he was facing the direction he came from he dived down slightly to see that the other two craft hadn’t even bothered with him.

Two of the craft from one flight intercepted the two fighters and started their own dogfights. Ruwe was about to wing in behind what he assumed was Skrat’s craft when an alarm started blaring, that he was being targeted. Looks like it missed after all. Growling something quite incomprehensible even to himself he break turned left away from the yacht hoping his pursuer would do the same. Transferring some of his engines to his rear shields, he let his pursuer close on him marginally. As it were he could outrun them easily enough but he wanted him closer.

Just as the alarm started to get really loud at the imminent point of smashing the damn thing, Ruwe felt that it was time for his first kill. Instinctively he turned right with his pursuer hot on his tail. Barrel rolling and bleeding off some speed he came out right behind his opponent. Must be a rookie if he didn’t see that coming. Blind firing his cannons he made the pilot jink and weave a bit while still getting some hits on his shields. As soon as tone was received he fired a missile while still shooting his cannons that were now hitting shields that were nearly depleted entirely. Watching with satisfaction fixed on his face, the missile struck true and the enemy fighter went up in flames.

Looking about his current position all he seen were the other two Nazgul’s from one flight and another flaming wreck of a space fighter. “I see you two got rid of our unwanted guests as well Thed.”

“We sure did. Now let’s get up there and finish the last of those other bastards. It’s time we get this over with.”

“I copy Thed. Let’s go get them.”

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February 3, 2009 1:32:56 PM    View the profile of Goth 
Goth still could have swore there was still at least one fighter still around somewhere. Then an Ion blast flew high between Goth and his wingman.

'That answers that,' Goth thought to himself.

With practiced precision Goth and JMac went into a Cross Turn to clear each other's six. The enemy starfighter stayed with Goth and kept up fire with its Ion cannon.
Just as they were about to pass each other, JMac saw an ion blast hit Goth's shields.
'Just hang on Goth', JMac thought to himself. As he dumbfired a missile hitting the bandit head on, turning it into a fireball. But not before it got off another ion blast which hit Goth's starfighter, sending it spinning into space.

When the first ion blast hit Goth's shields the whole ship shook, and something blew up behind him in the cockpit. His shields were gone, but he still had all other main systems.
In his haste Goth accidentally keyed his com and everyone on Nazgul channel heard:

'Frag'

Which got cut off at the end, as the second ion blast hit his unprotected ship. The Avenger shook violently, and Goth right along inside, but the straps held him into place. More things blew up behind him and then the cockpit was completely dark inside.

JMac came over the com:

'This is Nazgul 12, Goth is down, I repeat Goth is down, over.'

Then from Kane,

What's his condition?'

'Hold on, his engines just came on.'

Goth had managed to save most of his critical systems. The shields were fried when the first ion blast had hit them and they were not recharging.
He did however manage to save his life support, engines, scanners, and missile launchers. Main power was working, but auxiliary power was blown. He hadn't had quite enough time to power down his lasers, luckily none of them blew up, but now they were not working.
Goth keyed his com, but got no answer, it was dead.
Then he started powering his working systems back up. Putting engine thrust to fifty percent.
Scanner told him his wingman was pulling in right off his starboard wing. Goth tried to signal JMac, but he knew it was to dark inside the cockpit. Especially with all his warning lights not working. They had blown on the second ion blast.

At this point the 'Gugol' had moved pretty far away. As JMac fell into formation, Goth powered up his engine thrust to full, and moved back towards the yacht.
JMac came over Nazgul channel again:

This is Nazgul 12, we're coming in, but Goth's shields are down as is his com, and who knows what else. He definantly has engines though, we're coming in hot.'

Goth flew a flightpath coming up from the rear of the 'Gugol', and thought about going below her, approaching the enemy fighters up from below. Then decided to just go over the top, and move up to support the forward ships again.

Goth wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there, but he still had his missile racks. The real problem was with no shields, one laser blast and it was all over.
But, he trusted his wingman, he knew that JMac wouldn't let anything happen to him. He then checked making sure his missiles were not set on dumbfire. Goth then checked his scanners for enemy activity, and started moving back to the front.
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February 3, 2009 9:00:36 PM    View the profile of Catachan 
Skrat watched as the TIE's tried to destroy the pestering Dianoga fighters.

As he did, he failed to see a starfighter coming up from behind him and it began to fire its 4 laser cannons. The cannons hit the TIE's rear and side deflectors and brought down his shields a considerable amount. Skrat did a diving barrel-roll, and moved underneath the ship. As he did that, the pirate swung back and fired his ion cannon, immobilizing the rest of the TIE's shields and slowed down his engines. Skrat turned on his missile lock, and as the pirate flew past him, he locked-on to him and fired a concussion missile and a barrage of lasers. Before he knew it, the pirate was blown to hell. Not even parts of the ship were salvageable for an expert Jawa.

"'Bout time you did something Skrat." Thed said.

"You can't rush perfection." Skrat said back, making both men laugh. "Alright, I'm regrouping on your postition. My shields are down and my engine is weakened, so cover me, will ya?" Skrat said.

"Don't worry buddy, I'll make sure nothing gets ya." Thed responded.

After regrouping, Thed and Skrat moved for the rest of the fighters.
Thed took lead, since Skrat took quite a beating from what he told him.

"Skrat, im attacking the fighter in the rear. Cover me incase one of his friends wants to crash my party." Thed said.

"Roger that." Replied Skrat

As the pair moved for the "squadron", Thed fired his lasers at the nearest one in the back. Grabbing his attention, he broke off from the main group and went for Thed. That's when Skrat fired a volley of lasers at the pirate and the bastard began to chase Skrat. Thed then swung back and began firing at the pirate again.

"Think we're pissing him off yet?" Skrat said.

"Maybe just a little b-" then Thed was interrupted as 2 other pirates attacked him.

"Shit! 2 on me! Help!" Thed pleaded as he was attacked.

"My ship's a bit banged up to make it. Sorry Thed. I'll try to make it though." Said Skrat. He began firing his lasers at the pirate. But, unlike how he wanted, the pirate began firing instead of falling back.

But, to Thed's luck....

"YEEEEEEE-HAAAAW!" Screamed Darian as he flew with lasers firing like there was no tomorrow. The lasers found their target as one Dianoga couldnt handle it and was destroyed rather quickly, while his buddy kept firing on Thed.

"Holy shit, where did you come from DR?" Thed said in astonishment.

"I came from my mother, but if you want to be specific, I came from the other side of the ship." DR replied.

"Ha-ha... not very funny." Said Thed with a rather unimpressed voice. "Now, distract the other guy so I can kill him."

"And while your at it, mind helping me so i dont go boom?" Skrat said as the pirate's surprisingly bad aiming kept him alive for a little longer.

"Whoa whoa whoa, one thing at a time people. Only one of DR to go around." Said DR, feeling a bit overwhelmed at how much he was needed.

First, in his path of destruction, he fired at the pirate on Thed's tail. Seeing he was getting hit, he turned around to try and kill DR. But, before he could, DR put his engines at full speed and zoomed past Thed and the pirate.

With that done, he went to provide back-up for Skrat. He fired at the pirate shooting at him and he hit the pirate a few times. It was enough for Skrat to sluggishly turn back and fire at the pirate. Seeing he was out-numbered, the pirate hauled-ass. DR wanted another kill, so instead of letting him go, he followed him, with lasers blazing again.

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word count: 637. not as much as i wish, but atleast i got a post down and less fighters to kill.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 3, 2009 10:30:37 PM    View the profile of Gshlecc 
G slammed the Gugol’s controls over into a hard port dive-turn.  She shuddered and lurched.  This was a luxury yacht meant for partying, not combat maneuvers.  Even though she protested, she also responded.  G was not above tinkering.  Some of his tinkering had been to the engines and some to the maneuvering thrusters.  She could do things that most standard TIE’s could; which was remarkable for her size and class.

Stormz growled in the seat next to him.  He nodded.  He didn’t like running anymore than the Wookiee did, but for all his tinkering, he’d not bothered to add any sort of weaponry.

  That changes the second I get back to Abrae

  He watched in his viewscreen as the TIE Avengers of Nazgul leapt into the fray – all save Drac.  That had to hurt.  Being the wingman of a yacht, albeit a fast yacht was no fun for a fighter jock.  He’d remind himself to buy the noob a drink when they landed on Ator.

  “Hruff,” snorted Stormz.

  “Yeah, I know. “ Driver grumbled as he switched off the emergency engine shutdown.  If they were gonna die, it would be the fault of the engines, not these amateurs.

  G laid in a course in the opposite direction of the ruckus and threw the already protesting engines into overdrive.  Their whine filled the cockpit.  The distance between themselves and the Dianoga’s grew proportionally as the number of hostiles shrank.  He watched as several of his rookies acquitted themselves rather nicely.

  In a matter of several minutes it was over.  The scattered remains of the Dianogas littered the battlefield.  G assembled Nazgul and took stock of the situation.  He had eight dead unknowns flying vintage craft that had recently been refitted to more modern standards.  He had a gravity well generator that pulled them out of hyperspace.  “Those don’t come cheap,” commented Stormz.  Last but certainly not least, he had an attack that came while he was supposedly on an unregistered flight plan.

  “Attention boys, I’m back and I’m pissed,” He commed to the circling fighters.

  Kane smiled wryly.  When G got pissed people died, and it generally wasn’t Nazguls.

  “I want a far and mid-range picket set, and I want Kane and Slasher aboard the Gugol in five minutes.  We have a call to place to NHC.”

  JMac and Goth peeled off for the far picket, Thed and Cat claimed the mid.  The rest of Nazgul scattered.  Drac stayed close, the ever vigilant wing.

  Kane docked first followed closely by Slash.  They found their CO in one of his fouler moods.  Which given how G was, was no mean feat.

  Kane set his helm on the nearest table, “Well, that was fun.  Can we do it again?”

  Driver shot him a well-earned glare, “Not now Kane.”

  The XO nodded, he was trying to lighten the mood, and it failed. 

  Slasher dropped himself and his cover into a nearby acceleration couch, “I think we’re gonna need help on this one G.”

  “My thoughts exactly.  Whoever killed my father seems to have a hard-on for all Atrasins.  I want to make sure that it gets even harder.  Stormz, can you get Den to send some extra bodies?”

  The Wook grunted and made for the comm.  G was now pacing in the way he often did when thinking.  His hands were clasped behind his back, his scowling eyes were cast downward and he moved at a pace that would judiciously be described as ‘brisk’.  Kane had seen it before; it was the ‘Stay the frak out of my way’ walk.  One generally did not get in his way when he was like that.  Slasher had not seen it before, and glanced at Kane.  Kane’s eyes silently conveyed a look of ‘It is what it is’ and no more.

  Stormz returned several pacing filled minutes later, “Graggh hruff aaaah brraaahh” he woofed.

  G paused, “You’re shitting me?”

  The Wook shook his furry head no.

  “Wow, that’s big.  Did you know that was coming?”

  Stormz barked a few more sentences, causing Driver to sit.

“What. What is so big,” queried Slasher impatiently.

  “Well, if you must know, they shut down Kaph.”

  “No, “chorused the Flight Leaders.

  “Yeah, seems the NHC has not been overly pleased with their performance of late, and decided that they need to be under more ‘senior’ leadership.  So they re-assigned them and expanded Viper and Nazgul to four flights.  We’ve got three of their pilots in bound to us now and one of Nazgul’s vets is re-upped, Max Fagron.  He was my FL when I first joined up.”

  G smiled at the irony that he was now senior to Max since it was Max that had shown him the ropes when he first stumbled into Nazgul.  Well, he was happy to have a steady hand back in the fight.  They’d need it. 

  “Who’d we get from Kaph?”

  The Wookiee Ensign rattled off a list of names, “Demented, Albinostorm, and Hunter-Morrell.  Hunter is placed as FL for the new Flight Four.”
 
  “Hmm, don’t know Demented and Albinostorm, but Hunter is decent.  OK, alert the pickets and let me know when they arrive.  Kane, you and Slash set up a perimeter for four more ships, and see if we can get Goth’s shields up.  Stormz get on the horn to NHC and let them know we are going off the grid for the rest of the trip.”

  Yulia, who’d been quietly listening to the entire war council finally piped in, “What about me?”

  “You, you my dear are going to help me get into my flight suit.  Someone out there wants me dead.  I aim to give them one hells of fight before that happens.”

  The group broke up and headed in their respective directions.  A couple of hours later, the newly reassigned pilots had arrived and reported in.  Kane and Slasher positioned them, and recalled the pickets.  The NHC was informed and cleared Nazgul to go ‘Radio Silent’, and G settled into the Gugol’s pilot chair.  His black flight suit contrasted sharply with the burled woods of the yacht’s control panel mirroring his dark mood.

  “Jilee, I want you to plug Oi into the NavComp and patch yourself into it as well.  If we get anymore surprises I want a quick response,”

  The droid responded, “Yes Master G’shlecc.”

  G thumbed the comm, “Nazgul. Transponders off, go to Radio Silence.  You can use secure text for communication, but no comms.  I don’t want to hear a peep till we reach Ator, Clear?”

  Affirmations flashed across his text screen, “Good.  Move out.”

  Nazgul turned like a swarm of locusts and winked out of normal space toward Ator, his father, his brother and the would-be assassin.

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Ok, Kaph vet's you're in.  you can give back story to the move into Nazgul. As part of the story i wrote the line about NHC's unhappiness w/Kaph's leadership. this is only for the story's sake, and is not the official NHC reason, nor is it the feeling of myself and the rest of the Navy.  it's a plausible reason for the move in story. nuff said. 

Interact w/your new teammates, and likewise for the Nazzies.  i'll post again in few days when we make it to Ator.
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February 4, 2009 7:21:10 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
As the formation flashes into hyperspace on their way to Ator once again, Slasher begins to take stock of his fighter. While he did manage to survive the last combat, he was far from unscathed.

Beginning to take stock of the condition of his fighter, Slasher begins to take stock of what is still working on board his fighter, and what he needs to work on. Working quickly he switches his LED displays to show which systems are and are not working at this point in time.

Oh, dang, this is worse than I thought

Figuring out what the problems are with his craft, Slasher feels just a little bit overwhelmed by the number of lights which are indicating systems which are not operating at their peak efficiency. Starting at the top of the list Slasher begins to compile a list of what he needs to do in order to get his ship back into top combat shape once he arrives on Ator.

Starting at the top of the list, and moving down, Slasher begins to compile his list of repairs.

===30 minutes later, 80 minutes out from Ator Decant point===

At the end, Slasher decides that it probably would have been better if he had started with the systems which were not damaged in some way.

Despite the work he had done attempting to make sure that the Ion blast would only have a minimal effect on his fighter, some systems had still taken significant damage. Primarily it was his laser cannons and life support that had taken serious damage. With his power generator being close behind.

During the combat, when he had been shutting down the systems on board his fighter, the last three to go were Life Support, Laser Cannons, and to shut down his power generator. Unfortunately he never actually got to the point where he was able to shut down the primary power generator. Which meant that it was essentially useless right now. Although he could draw enough power from it to power the displays and such in his fighter, he was currently without any shields, and without his Laser Cannons, because of the damage done by the Ion Cannon.

Putting this report together, he sends it to the Gugol through their short range text system, also advising him that while he does not have sufficient power for his shields in hyperspace, he has set it up so that he should have his shields back up within a couple seconds of decanting should they be required.

After he sends this report to G, and has appraised the other Flight Leaders of his condition through the text system also, though in less detail since they will not be in as close contact with those who will be meeting them on Ator, Slasher begins to work on figuring out a way that he will be able to land this piece of junk when they reach the system.

After going over the stresses of landing, and the current condition of his fighter several times, Slasher makes a very grim discovery. and he turns to his text system and begins to draft a message to Gshlecc on the system, one which he had never thought he would have time to send in a situation such as this.


Gshlecc,

Upon examination of my fighter's current damage, and the stresses I will be required to place upon her to land her in the facilities available, I have some disturbing news, I've run the calculations, and I have a 60% chance that my fighter will be able to land safely, but will not be able to take off again. The remaining 40% my fighter will not be able to put up with the stresses.

I am not to happy about the idea of having to ditch this fighter, but 3 out of 5 is not good enough for me to bet my life on. I looked at the approach that you showed us we were going to use, and I see a couple different choices we can use at this point. One I can make the initial approach with the other fighters, then ditch my wings over the sea and eject from the cockpit once we are feet dry. The other option would be if I was to leave the fighter in orbit, and ride down with you. I would rather not have to leave behind my fighter in either case. But the chance that 2 out of 5 times I would die, is not sounding very good right now. Please advise my orders by return message sir.

SCPO Slasher


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February 4, 2009 4:48:50 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
“Sir.” Hunter said loudly, snapping off a salute.

“As you were.” Denethor said after returning the salute.

Sitting down in the nearest chair, Hunter turned his eyes expectantly on Denethor.

“You wanted to see me?” Hunter said.

“Yes I did. Some problems have arisen in the last few weeks with the way Kaph… leadership has been acting and the Naval High Command has decided that action needed to be taken. The decision was a hard one, but we have decided that Kaph has to close. I’m sorry for the move, but at least you can look forward to your new position as the Flight Leader of the newly created fourth flight in Nazgul squadron. Along with you is albinostorm, who you already know, and an old veteran by the name of Max Fagron. Congratulations Chief Petty Officer. You earned it.” Denethor said, allowing a small smile to creep across his face.

It took a few moments for it to hit Hunter, but when it did, the effects were instantaneous. His jaw dropped and he leaned forward.

“Wow. Thank you sir.” Hunter managed to stammer out.

Denthor nodded and plopped a thick folder onto the desk between them.

“Here is Fagron’s bio. I expect you to read over  it.” Denthor said.

Still in shock, Hunter nodded slightly and leaned forward to grasp the folder by the edge. He pulled it over to him and opened it. Spending several minutes quickly scanning the pages, he tucked it beside him in the seat and focused his eyes back on Denthor.

“Where do I go from here? From what I’ve heard, Nazgul is already on an assignment. Do I wait here with my flight?” Hunter said hesitantly, lingering slightly on the word flight.

“You are to meet up with your flight in the hangar. Fagron knows of his placement, but albinostorm has yet to be told. I’ll leave that up to you. After getting acquainted, you are to take your flight into hyperspace towards Ator. That is where you will join up with Nazgul. Their Squadron Commander, Gshlecc, has already been notified.” Denthor said, finishing up with a curt nod to signal the briefing was over.

Standing up, Hunter grabbed Fagron’s file. Saluting once more, Hunter swiveled on his heel, slipping through the door as it whooshed open. From the outside, he looked cool, calm, and collected, but on the inside was a raging storm of conflicting emotions. First and foremost was a dark rage that threatened to overtake him if he let it grow out of check. He was angry about the decision to close Kaph, he was angry about why it seemed that he was one of the last to find out, but he was angry the most about the fact that Kaph was closed. He had loved that squadron and had been with Kaph for a while. He had been on more than a few missions with Kaph and had saw a change in leadership two times, and even outlasting one of the Squadron Commanders. But on the flip side, he was overjoyed that he was made a Flight Leader and had been promoted to Chief Petty Officer, but he was also extremely nervous about that fact too. He was surprised about his position placement as well and had doubts about his capability. Clutching his suddenly queasy stomach, he leaned against a wall and breathed in and out deeply for a few moments to regain his composure. A passing Crewman focused a stare on Hunter.

“Sir, are you ok? You look a little pale.” the man said slightly.

Hunter nodded and waved the man off. Breathing in one last time, he continued on his way towards his quarters to change into his pilot’s uniform. Sighing as he opened his door, Hunter set the file down on the bed and closed the door. Shrugging of his clothes, he made his way to the refresher. A couple minutes later, he emerged a few minutes later clean and thoroughly refreshed. Sliding into his pilot’s uniform, he looked over the folder one last time and made his way to the hangar. When the hangar doors slid open, Hunter stood there and narrowed his eyes. He didn’t see his new charges anywhere and was slightly disappointed.

They should be here. I guess I better find them. Hmm… I wonder which fighters we’re using. Might need to ask one of the technicians.

Jogging over to where a group of black suited technicians were standing, Hunter tapped one on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, but could you tell me which of the TIEs I’m supposed to be using? I have no idea which one I’m supposed to use.” Hunter said a bit sheepishly.

“What squadron are you in? We recently got three TIE Advanced in for some guys from Nazgul squadron. They’re right over there. They for you?” the tech asked, raising and eyebrow.

“Yeah. Thanks for your help.” Hunter thanked the man and headed over to where he pointed.

Seeing the TIEs up close for the first time, Hunter whistled appreciatively. They were sleek and shiny, looking as if they just come out of the factory. Looking at it for a short while longer, Hunter turned and started searching for Fagron and albino. Suddenly remembering that he had albino’s comm number, Hunter pulled out his comm and opened up a channel to albino, who answered after a few seconds.

“Albino, where are you at?” Hunter said quickly.

“Uh… in my TIE. I was told to report to the hangar and I thought I would get a head start and go on and warm up my TIE. Why? Whats up?” albino said with a slightly muffled tone, indicating he already had on his helmet.

“Get out of the TIE and wait there. I’m on my way over to you. Got something you might need to hear. Oh, and shut down the TIE. You won’t be needing it.” Hunter said.

Albino clicked an affirmative and shut off the comm. Mentally and verbally going over his imminent conversation with Albino, he stopped when a seemingly familiar face came across his path. It took him a few moments before he realized that the man matched the picture of Max Fagron that he had viewed in the file. Stepping forward quickly, Hunter caught the man on the shoulder and spun him around. Catching a full view of his face, Hunter confirmed that this man was indeed Fagron. Fagron looked confused for a moment and then a look of dawning comprehension swept over his face.

“Chief Petty Officer Morrell?” Fagron said slightly.

Nodding, Hunter motioned him out of the middle of the room and off to the side.

“So you’re Fagron. Nice to meet you. I’m glad you already know about everything because that saves me some words. I already have to talk to another about why he is now in Nazgul and not Kaph. I’m on my way to meet him. Why don’t you go on and jump in the shiny new TIE Advanced over there and warm it up. We’ll be along shortly.” Hunter said, nodding in the direction of the TIEs.

Fagron nodded and jogged off in that direction. Continuing on, Hunter slowly made his way toward where Albino was waiting. After explaining everything to him and walking back over to the TIEs, Hunter and Albino climbed up into their TIEs and started them up. Hunter lifted off and was closely followed by Fagron and Albino. Slowing slightly as he exited the hangar through the force field, Hunter started making calculations for the hyperspace trip. After making the basics, he left the rest up to the computer. Once it finished, he transmitted the info to Fagron and Albino. Once all three were in sync, Hunter punched a button and immediately saw the stars flare brightly and lengthen as he entered hyperspace, closely followed by the other two. Their future was uncertain and Hunter didn’t know what they would enter into when they reached Ator. For all he knew, they could fly right into the pirate’s den and be eradicated within mere minutes. Mentally shrugging off the doubts, he settled back into his seat and closed his eyes, preparing to sleep the lengthy trip away. Stretching slightly, he quickly fell asleep in the cramped quarters of the TIE Avenger.

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1,387 words. So hows that for an opening post?
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February 5, 2009 8:31:24 AM    View the profile of albinostorm 
Albino opened his eyes widely and suddenly. To his right was max Faragon, in front of them both was Chief Petty Officer Hunter-Morrell. All of their TIEs seemed elongated, and blurred due to the hyperspace lag. Albino dumbly gazed out of the transparisteel cockpit; he had always had a childlike fascination of the universe. He was always tempted to do something along the lines of a barrel roll, or a forward loop, but any aerial stunt is likely to rip the TIE apart. Albino sat forward slightly forward, with extreme effort, and looked through the Twin Ion Engines that lend the tie series its name and into the now-luminous engine of Hunter's fighter. He then sat back and set to memorising the technical spec of the new TIE Advanced the three of them were now piloting. When they were members of Kaph, they had been using Interceptors, which albino had only just gotten used to. Now they were members of Nazgul, The Captain's own, Albino had, once again to adapt to more advanced fighter.

Max acceleration: 4150 G's, sublight: 105 megalight, weaponry: two L-s9.3 laser cannons...
Albino droned on. Albino had been flying starfighters for the majority of his adult life, and understood all the technical information to a point where he could predict a 1-on-1 dogfight right down to the amount of shield a victor would have at the end of the battle. This obviously depends on the pilot, but other than that, his estimations were quite accurate.

Albino popped a mint into his mouth. Mints were one of his most prized possessions, as they provided a small distraction, and that helped him get to sleep. He turned up the inertial dampeners, so he could lean forward yet again, and flicked open a sealed crate, pulling out a small tray, which he attached to the arms of his flight seat, along with a datapad and a pen. He liked to write using his own illegible handwriting instead of typing. He always thought that handwriting would one day become a dead art, replaced by typing. He suddenly announced, while typing
Albino's diary, galactic date...err...
he quickly pressed clear and started again
Albino's diary, Nazgul mission one....

As Albino finished his account, he slipped the tray, datapad and the pen into the container and made sure they were secure after that he took another glance at the eta timer and set an alarm. He then sat back, secured the couple of loose belts and slipped a second mint into his mouth and smiled as he slipped into a light sleep.

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Albinostorm

It is not enough to win, everyone else must lose. stockpile the tibanna gas and load the diamond boron missiles, there's gonna be slaughter tonight, lads!

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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 5, 2009 8:44:28 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
===50 minutes from Ator decant point===
As Slasher sits attempting to make some headway in repairing some of the systems on his fighter, he is working on part of the life support system, having disconnected from the system and operating only on the internal air of his flight suit, when all of a sudden alarms started going off in his cockpit, quickly looking at his LED heads up display, he finds a few lights blinking, they had already been indicating that there were problems with the system, but the blinking was worse.

Thinking quickly he realizes that the systems being indicated by the blinking are his hyperdrive and its power generator, both of which must have been over-taxed during the battle, and which were now telling him that something was about to fail.

Quickly beginning to make the drop to realspace, Slasher sends off a message to Gshlecc and the rest of the squadron, alerting them of the problem, and that he is being forced to drop out of hyperspace, and that his generator is going critical.

As Slasher's fighter drops out of hyperspace he begins an emergency shutdown of the generator, as the rest of Nazgul squadron and the Gugol come out of hyperspace nearby, Slasher finds himself in even further danger, as it appears that he will not be able to deactivate the failing generator on his fighter.

Recalibrating his LED heads-up display to only give him information about the condition of the various components which make up the generator, and/or draw power from or move through it, and he sees that the structural integrity of the generator is now seriously in doubt. Sending a quick TXT message to Gshlecc and the rest of the squadron, he warns them that his fighter is gonna blow, and that he is preparing to eject from the fighter, but first he has to make sure that he will cause as little damage as possible to the rest of the squadron.

Moving quickly, Slasher puts his fighter into a dive, taking himself away from the rest of the squadron. Immediately he also grabs the two levers which will allow him to detach the wings from his fighter. He does this quickly, the dagger panels falling behind his fighter. Next he makes sure he is fully secured in his ejection unit, then he ejects, his fighter continuing on its dive, until it explodes below him.

===Gugol===

On board the Gugol, Stormz and Gshlecc move quickly, swooping in to pick up Slasher, forced to go EV because his fighter finally succumbed to the damage it had sustained. As soon as he was brought on board the ship, they wheeled around and jumped back into hyperspace, heading for Ator, and what promises to be one of the most interesting "Diplomatic" missions that Nazgul squadron has ever engaged in.

===Gugol's Crew Quarters===

As Slasher looked around the crew quarters of the Gugol, Slasher could tell that Gshlecc preferred to pilot the ship himself. There was little sign that he could see that the quarters had ever been used for frivolous entertaining.

Pulling the different components of his dress uniform out of the storage unit they were being carried in, Slasher begins to prepare himself for their arrival at Ator, putting the various elements of his uniform into place. First thing he puts on is his medals, although he had few medals, he wore them proudly. The Merit Cross 1st Class, for his actions serving with the backup defense force at Roku Tan, his Captain's Own medal for service with Nazgul during that same campaign, and others garnered for his work on various missions.

After adding his remaining emblems, Slasher puts on his uniform tunic, and puts on his dress duty belt, complete with holster, in which he stows his S-5 Multipurpose Blaster Pistol. After completing his change, Slasher leaves the Crew Quarters and heads back toward the cockpit of the Yacht.

===Gugol's Cockpit===

As Slasher walks onto the bridge of the Gugol, he nods to the Wing Executive Officer, and to his Squadron Commander.

"Sirs, my apologies for the unexpected change of plans, I guess that Ion blast messed up more of my fighter than I thought, I'm glad I was awake when the alarms started going off, otherwise I'd be dead right now."

G sighed, "Well if it came down to a TIE or a trained Flight Leader, I'll take the Flight Leader anyday.  Next time though, try not to break your toys.  Their expensive and come out of your allowance."

  Slasher laughed till he realized that no one else was and then swallowed hard, "Uh, exactly what DOES a TIE cost, sirs?"

  Driver looked at Stormz and the two officers broke into a genuine hearty laugh.

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Around 800-ish words, didn't get an exact count.
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 5, 2009 2:51:39 PM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac watched the rest of the squadron cut apart the Dianogas with interest, his eyes flitting to his scanner ever other second to check the space around them. As the fight ended he settled back and thought to himself, Well, it looks like no instant acehood for me. But then I didn't really expect to get that chance anyway. He shrugged to himself. I'll just do my job as well as I can. It'll have to be enough.

It didn't take long for Nazgul to form back up on the yacht, though they were slowed down by the damage Goth and Slasher had sustained. Fortunately none of their unit had died, though it had been close.

G'schlecc came over the com channel, issuing orders to the squadron. Kane and Slasher docked with the shuttle as other members of the unit spread out as pickets. Since the yacht was relatively motionless, Drac diverted most of the power going to his engines into his scanners. It'd take a few seconds to start moving if something did happen, but that was an acceptable risk in exchange for double the scanner range. The mon cal stayed there, monitoring the area around them while the squadron's leaders met on the Gugol.

After a while an announcement came over the comm, shocking all the pilots in the squadron. Kaph had been closed down, and they were to stay in position and await the pilots they would be receiving from the squadron. Hearing that a squadron had closed was not pleasant, but on the bright side one of the incoming pilots was Hunter-Morell, a veteran pilot Drac had met at the Academy.

A couple hours later Drac noticed a flicker on the edge of his scanner range from the direction they'd come from. Focusing the scnner, he found the blip. As it got closer he made out several fighters that appeared to be TIEs. He opened the squadron comm channel, "Gugol, this is Two. I've got starfighters coming in on our six...looks like they're TIEs."

His guess was soon proven right as the new fighters joined them. Reinforced, the squadron formed up for hyperspace. As he adjusted his energy distribution back to normal Drac saw a text report pop up on his screen, informing everyone about the critical status of Slasher's fighter. Automatically, he glanced over at Slasher's ship. Concerned, he frowned. I certainly wouldn't want to fly with a ship that banged up, given the choice. He shrugged it off though, figuring nothing would happen. The SCPO was being careful with the ship, so he ought to be able to nurse it through.

The whole group went into hyperspace at once. Drac spent a few minutes inspecting his systems. The ship was still brand new, so he wouldn't be surprised if it had some bugs to work out. He just didn't want said bugs to be fatal. Everything looked good though, so he found the manual where he'd dropped it and picked up where he'd left off.

Just short of an hour from Ator an emergency tone sounded in the mon cal pilot's cockpit. Snapping his eyes open he slapped the hyperdrive lever into the off position, coming out of hypersace just before the yacht. Irritated at being out of formation, he accelerated toward the yacht, eyes scanning the nearby space for the cause of the emergency. He saw Slasher dive out of formation, then saw the senior pilot's wings blow off just before he ejected. So that was it. The yacht quickly moved to assist the EV pilot, Drac now following it in formation.

Slasher was picked up quickly and a few minutes later everyone was in formation again. As soon as they were in hyperspace Drac leaned back and closed his eyes. I hope all my missions aren't this wild...but then storms always stir the silt and cloud the water. It is the way of things.

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650 words or so
FM/SCRW Drac/Nazgul 1-2/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1st Imperial Fleet/VEN/VE (=*A*=) [SoA][MC:2]
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 5, 2009 3:30:08 PM    View the profile of Thedrish 
== 30 minutes from Ator decant point ==

After the rescue of SCPO Slasher, the squadron continued their flight towards Ator. Not long after the additional TIE fighters had teamed up with the Nazgul Squadron, they dropped out of hyperspace because they were getting close to the planet. It also allowed everybody to prepare for things to come on Ator. It was more than obvious that there would be another attempt to kill G'shlecc. Enough options to try, when they would approach the planet, when they would land or even better, when they where on foot.

Thedrish kept thinking while he looked at his instruments, nervously. He couldn't remember when the last time was he had been so nervous. Ever since the attack, he had this feeling, but couldn't think where it came from. His thoughts kept going back to the attack every time. The attack they had succesfully countered. Had it been teamwork, or had it been plain luck? Then a sinister idea formed inside his head. How many people had known they would take this route? Must have been a small number since it was determined at the last moment. He turned to his console and typed a secure message to G’shlecc: “Sir, excuse my bluntness, but I'm curious. How many people had been briefed on the route we would take to Ator?” he wrote. After Thedrish hit the “send” button, he tried to imagine how G'shlecc would react to his, somewhat bold, question. But within a couple of minutes, his terminal came alive and presented the short answer he expected: “Three: Denethor, Kane and Slasher”. Somehow, this didn't satisfy him. His thoughts had abruptly come to a squeeking halt. Then another line appeared: “Good thinking, but wrong path, no leakage”.

Yet, Thedrish couldn't put the idea out of his mind that this all felt somehow as if someone from the inside was the missing link to this ambush. Granted, Nazgul had succesfully been able to respond to the attack, but at what price? One fighter down, luckily without cassualty perhaps only with Slashers pride hurt, the rest of the squadron fairly shaken up. Simulations did help increase the experience, but the real thing was so much different. “When I get back, I'm sure gonna spend more hours in the sim, that's for sure” he thought. All his flying experience back at Corellia seemed useless here in space. He had little doubt that during the briefing when this mission was over, the rookies would be confronted with bad statistics.

Suddenly, there was another flash on the screen of his terminal. Another message came in, but this time it came from his wingman Skrat. “Hey Thed, is everything ok with you?” Thedrish looked surprised at the message. “Yes Skrat, everything is fine here. And with you?” he replied. It turned out that Skrat had the same nervous feeling as Thedrish. It felt too quiet. “Skrat, I have little doubt that the attack was something they serve before dinner, a small teaser”. “Keep your eyes open” was the last reply from his wingman.

Thedrish looked at his watch, still 20 minutes to go to Ator. He reached for his SSK-7 Heavy Blaster Pistol, the one he bought a couple of days ago. After making sure it was fully loaded, he hoisted it back in the holster. The jacket of his Dress uniform was also within reach. A soon as he had landed, he would put it on before getting out of the TIE. Thedrish sighed and whished they had landed. He looked at the Yacht, flying at 2 o'clock of him. Drac flew nicely beside it.

Still nervous, Thedrish started to hum an old song he learned on Corellia. Although he couldn't remember where he had picked it up, it somehow had a calming effect as the nervous feeling seemed to slowly fade away...
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 6, 2009 2:47:32 PM    View the profile of Goth 
After the battle was over, Goth started receiving encrypted TXT from the 'Gugol' and fighters. Damage reports were sent, and a report on the current situation was sent back. Nazgul had lost no pilots, but Slasher's ship was pretty banged up, as was his own.
While out on picket, flight 4 arrived. Goth sent a TXT with a fond welcome to Nazgul's newest members. Then called the 'Gugol' to report their arrival. Then all ships were called back to the yacht.
Once back the Squadron Commander wanted a report on his shields. Unstrapping and doing a quick check, Goth saw that the shield generator was a hopeless wreck, totally fused. As was the reserve power shunt. If he had reserve power he might have been able to hard wire his shields, but that was out of the question now.
So Goth sent a TXT reporting that nothing short of a full replacement of the shield generator would fix the problem.
Then a new TXT came in, saying to prepare to receive jump coordinates for hyper.
Goth was just finishing strapping back into his ejector seat when the numbers came in.
The 'Gugol' and Nazgul Squadron went into hyper once again, as one.
Goth watched as the stars streaked, and gazed out his view port, at the old blue cloud tunnel of hyper space for a few minutes. Then he unstrapped from his seat.
After looking over his com's circuits, he realized he could fix it pretty quickly. So unstrapping his tools from the back of his ejector seat, he went to work. Once he got it working, Goth wanted to test it, but the squadron was running under radio silence. So instead he sent a TXT reporting on the completed repairs.
Just after securing his tools to the back of his seat and finishing strapping himself back in, Goth received a TXT ordering a drop out of hyper.
Another unscheduled stop, except this time ordered by the 'Gugol'?

Goth thought to himself.

'What is it this time?'

Goth said out loud to himself, as he prepared himself for what ever would come next.
As the formation dropped out of hyper, Goth stood ready for anything. but what he saw surprised him.
First he saw a fighter out of formation, and thought he had just dropped into a battle field with no shields or lasers. Checking his scanners revealed the area clear, so he relaxed.
Suddenly, Slasher's Avenger went into a power dive. Then the wings detached and soon afterward he saw the ejection seat separate from the starfighter.
Goth didn't have to guess what was next, as the craft burst into flame. It was far enough away that there was no danger, and Slasher's ejector seat had cleared the blast. So Goth figured his Flight Leader was safe.
He watched as the 'Gugol' took Slasher's ejector seat aboard and saw Nazgul 1-2 straggle in. At the same time keeping a close watch on his scanners for any enemy activity. 
Goth breathed a sigh of relief when the TXT came in that Slash was OK and to prepare for hyper.
Once again the 'Gugol' with Nazgul Squadron in formation around her went into hyper space as one.
Goth knew they were pretty close to Ator now, and hoped they would get there without anymore trouble.

'Then again, there is no telling what will be waiting when we arrive.'
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  RE: Nazgul: The Ties That Bind
February 7, 2009 7:11:57 PM    View the profile of Catachan 
==10 minutes from Ator Decant Point==

The squad was waiting eagerly for the landing. Skrat, personally, wanted to see something more exotic than high-class armored corridors. For landing in a city planet, he knew he would have to enjoy his time. Cantinas for an occasional drink, maybe watch a few twi'lek dancers (hey, its fun to watch them things do their exotic dance thing, even for trandoshans who haven't seen a female in a long time.)

Feeling a tad bored, he opened his communicator and began to speak with Slasher.

"Hey Slasher, got a question for you." Skrat said, for Slasher to at least know he was being talked to.

"Shoot." He replied back.

"Remember like a little time ago i pitched in some money for that ship of yours."

"Which Ship? I have a few of them."

"The newer one... the Lambda or however you say it."

"Ah, that thing. What about it?"

"You bring it with you?"

"No Crewman, i didn't."

"Frak, i wanted to take you on that offer of that ride."

"Yeah, well, at least you got credits to get you around the city. And i must say that i don't think we will be on Ator for very long, so i guess everyone should get as much as they can done."

Skrat pondered on the last thing he said. Why would they not be on Ator for long? Was there something bad about to happen? Too many thoughts raced in his head for one person.

For the rest of the trip, he sat in silence, only visions of his homeworld and the hyperspace highway.

___________________________________________________________

As if the time increased at some un-godly rate, they finally arrived at the destination of Ator.

"Alright nazzies, we have arrived at Ator. Flights 1 and 2 scout the front, while flights 3 and 4 stay with Gugol."

"Yes sir." replied the pilots.

____________________________________________________________

Since Skrat was Flight 1, he would be able to see the planet before the other 2 flights (with the exception of G'shlecc). And, for being a metropolis planet, it was... different.

"This is Nazgul 1-4, no warm welcomes on the planet... as I can see anyways."

"Rodger that 1-4, preparing orbital landing."

____________________________________________________________

About 5 minutes later, the Gugol made its way into the atmosphere of Ator. Another 20 minutes later, Nazgul and the crew of Gugol were given landing clearance the "VIP Docks".

"So Driver, what do we do now since were planetside?"

"Whatever makes you happy. Cantina, Clubs, anything you please. I'm here for what i'm supposed to do, and you do what your supposed to. Got it?"

"Understood."


=a small distance away=

"Who's this guy?" says a guy, armed with an E-11/M.

"File says Ensign G'shlecc Atarsin, a highly decorated pilot and leader of Nazgul Squadron." Says the other guy, holding a holo-file and a SLar_82.

"What's his worth?" asks the sniper.

"About 50,000 credits, dead of alive. Extra 1,000 for his troops." says the soldier.

"50,000 creds? From what I see, hes got 16 other soldiers. If we take them out, we get an extra 16,000 creds." Says the sniper, then looks at his buddy. "We're sitting on a small fortune!" He exclaims.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. His pilots are to die for the empire, breed to protect any imperial citizen. This Ensign is an imperial citizen, so they will make sure he lives, even if it means they get wasted."

"Want me to shoot him now and get it over with?" The sniper said, eagerly anticipating killing the ensign to receive his bounty.

"No, now is not the time. There's security cameras everywhere. We will wait till hes alone."

"What fun is that then?" He asked.

"This isn't fun, it's a job. And your job is to wait, then kill him when hes alone. Got it?"

"Yes I do." the sniper said.

"Good. Now track him."

"Yeah yeah..." Said the sniper as he followed the Squadron.

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We are now planetside and G'shlecc is being planned to be killed.

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