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Hunter-Morrell
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  Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 28, 2009 11:43:17 AM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
Why? Why? Why? Why did he have to go and pull a stupid move like that?

Hunter was still stinging over Catachan’s betrayal and his immediate execution. Hunter had seemed to be the only one in the squadron who had put up with Cat. Although he knew it would happen, that much was evident by Cat’s actions that lead up to the betrayal itself. Now, he was zooming around in his TIE, shooting down practice drones left and right, venting his anger. He had just finished destroying the last two drones when his comm crackled and a voice rang out.

“Senior Chief Petty Officer Hunter-Morrell. You are to report to the office of Ensign Atrasin ASAP.” the steely voice said.

“Can I do another exercise first?” Hunter said, in spite.

“No. You are to report to the office of Ensign Atrasin ASAP.”

“Ok, ok. I’m going.” Hunter said.

Swinging his TIE around, he headed back towards the hangar quickly, knowing Atrasin had something important for him. After landing, Hunter jumped out of his TIE and fell to the ground, ending in a roll. He liked to do that mainly because the look on the faces of the people that were standing near his TIE gave him a laugh. Regaining his footing, Hunter quickly jogged out the door, heading towards the Nazgul barracks. Soon, he was entering through the doors of the Nazgul barracks. Looking around, he spotted the door to Atrasin’s office open and walked over to it. Knocking on the metal doorframe, Hunter paused as Atrasin looked up from the paperwork that cluttered up his desk.

“You needed to see me?” Hunter said.

“Ah yes. I did, in fact. Sit down.” Atrasin said, motioning to one of the chairs.

Not even looking, Hunter sat down in the one farthest away from the door, which was the one he always sat in, and leaned backwards, bracing himself against the wall with his arm. Atrasin just looked at him and shook his head, managing to suppress the grin that had started to appear on his face.

“So, what was it you wanted to see me for?” Hunter said.

“We’ve got a new mission.” Atrasin replied tersely.

“As I expected.” Hunter said, smirking.

“I’m sending the details to your datapad as we speak.” Atrasin replied, fiddling with the data terminal beside his desk.

Within a few moments, Hunter’s datapad emitted a loud beep and, even though Hunter was expecting it, he still jumped in spite of himself. Quickly grabbing and accessing it before it beeped again, he ran his eyes over the contents of the folder and nodded slightly.

“This isn’t the most interesting mission I’ve ever been on, but it’s a mission nonetheless.” Hunter said, shrugging.

“I’m expecting you to give the briefing.” Atrasin said pointedly.

“What briefing? All I can say is where we’re going and that we’re just zooming around for a while checking out the sites.” Hunter said sarcastically.

“But still, just do it.” Atrasin said.

Nodding, Hunter got up and walked out. He began composing a message that was to be sent to all of Nazgul, with the exception of Atrasin because he was the SC and didn’t need a briefing.

    Alright Nazguls. It’s time for a new mission. Report to the Nazgul barracks immediately for briefing.

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Sorry about the title. My brain had a spasm and I couldn't think of anything else. If anyone else has a better idea, run it by me and I'll change it. Otherwise, just post CD, about coming to the Nazgul briefing, what you were doing before you got the message, etc. but do not, and I repeat, do not post about the actual briefing. Have fun.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 28, 2009 2:48:18 PM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac was sitting against a wall in his quarters, head tilted back to rest on the hard surface and eyes shut. Anger and sadness had a hold on him, twisting his gut like a riptide. The sadness was easy enough to understand and get hold of: He hadn't really wanted to be part of Catachan's execution. Killing someone in cold blood like that, even if they were a traitor, didn't eniterly sit well with him. But it had been his duty to do it, and he always did his duty. What would my parents think of this, I wonder? He snorted. They would likely see it as proof of the VE's evil, rather than the justice it is.

The anger, on the other hand...that wasn't so easy to manage. If Cat were still alive it might even have been hatred. But with the Trandoshan dead, there was no focus. Still, the focus was there for a moment... Drac's mind went back to the execution day. He'd heard that another pilot was killed that day as well; a member of Viper squadron. He hadn't taken much notice at the time, except to appreciate the fact that Nazgul had killed its traitor in private where there was no spectacle...only justice.

When it came to the execution itself, he remembered being nervous as they walked into a very nondescript room after winding their way through a maze of corridors. They met two VENI officers there, one of which issued what Drac was sure must be a standard (though very serious) warning. Looking at the two stone-faced officers, he had no wish to see them again. Unsettling was too conservative a word to describe them.

A moment later they entered the room where Catachan stood, outlined by a bright light. The group approached, and one of the VENI officers spoke to Cat. He said something back, then it was Driver's turn. The SC stepped up nose to nose with the Trandoshan, and Drac hoped to whatever gods or Force might be out there that Driver never turned that tone on him. He remembered some old cliche about "if looks could kill..." Well, if tones could kill Skrat would be freefloating atoms right about now.

When the SC finished speaking, Hunter and Slasher stepped forward and broke the traitor's swords, dropping them to the ground. Then it was Drac's turn. He stepped up, and felt rage build in him as he remembered Anoat. Because of Cat, because of his treachery, Albino had almost died. There were other results, of course, but nothing hit home like a threat to your wingman. And now Albino was just barely back from an extended sick leave, recovering physically and mentally from injuries he should never have sustained. What sort of twisted, heartless individual could do such a thing? Some might blame it on the stereotype of the cold blooded reptile killer....well, that was a pile of bantha dung. I'm cold-blooded too, but I would never even contemplate doing such a thing...I do, however, feel very cold blooded right now.

Pulling a vibroblade from his belt, Drac firmly grabbed the Imperial symbol on Skrat's uniform. He doesn't deserve to wear such an honorable symbol. Good people gave up their lives for this, and he desecrates that. The Mon Cal swung the vibroblade sharply, cutting deep and clean. His swing severed the patch from the uniform and opened a deep gash in the Trandoshan's flesh. Drac let the patch fall to the floor.

He repeated the process with Catachan's naval, rank, and Nazgul insignias, leaving a half dozen deep cuts in the traitor's body and a small pile of fabric on the floor by their feet. Finished, he looked into the cold, dark eyes one last time and then stepped back.

Geordi stepped up again, and got in the traitor's face. After a moment a snap-hiss echoed through the room as the human officer's lightfoil activated. Its argent blade spiked through the Trandoshan's head, killing him instantly. Drac shuddered; not at Skrat's fate, but at the lightfoil itself. It's twin had nearly killed him on Ator, and he still found himself wondering every day why Geordi's evil uncle had not taken that opportunity. At least none of the others saw me flinch...though they might well understand why. Then the group left with hardly a word. As they made their way back through the corridors of the Atrus, Drac spotted a waste disposal chute. He opened it and tossed the vibroblade in. I can always get another, and I don't want anything to do with that blade again...

-----

Drac's datapad beeped, startling him out of his reverie. He pulled it out and opened the waiting file. It was from Hunter, "Alright Nazguls. It’s time for a new mission. Report to the Nazgul barracks immediately for briefing."

Well, then. No more time for moping. The Petty Officer activated his comlink and turned it to Three Flight's channel, "Qayla, Eaglle, did you two get that?"

"Yes, sir."

"On my way, boss."

"Sounds good. I'll meet you there." Before he left his quarters, he double checked his gear. His blaster went into a holster on his hip, two combat knives into their sheathes in his sleeve and boot, and his loadout of grenades found their place in a pouch on his belt. He was as ready as he'd ever be.

A couple minutes later he arrived in the briefing room. It didn't look like White_Lightning or Eaglle were there yet, so he made his way over to Slasher for the moment.

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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 28, 2009 3:46:09 PM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher was laying in the bed he had been assigned in the medical facilities on board the Atrus, sleeping while he was on the mend from his injury during the latest mission Nazgul faced. Although he had himself thought that it was just a small injury, and had tried to ignore it as much as possible, his control had slipped momentarily while he was watching the third flight of Nazgul go through training simulations, and although the last thing he remembers prior to waking up in the medical ward was


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Just saving my place in the story with a small post, will expand later tonight, do not post anything having to do with me, as I am sleeping in the medical ward when the messages go out.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 28, 2009 9:21:42 PM    View the profile of eaglle0100 
Eaglle was contemplating on what he had heard going on. First, when he had first arrived at Nezgul, people were coming back from the mission, injured emotionally and physically, or so it appeared to him. Slasher hadn't been able to watch the simulation because of his injury, and the only people who had been able to see it were his flight mates, were he made a few rookie mistakes.

Next thing that came to his mind, he was worried that, since his flight was almost all new pilots, besides Drac, the leader, other flight's might not respect his or trust his in combat all that much. Eaglle realized how this could be a problem, and he wasn't all that sure of himself from the last sim.

Next thing he knew, there was a public execution of 1 traitor, and he had heard rumors about a private one. I certainly hope that this is not the norm here... he thought to himself, as he walked into the bar and he sat down at one of the tables, and waited for the server to come over.

As he waited, he wondered how so many people could be traitors, and how gruesome public murders... er... executions were. While he knew that they had probably deserved it, he was still stunned at the fact. I guess that would be why I am not a soldier, as the personal part gets to me, Eaglle thought as the waitress came.

He ordered a beer when the server came, and sat back, pondering over the dynamics of the squadron, and listening to the movement in the tavern. There didn't seem to be very many people here right now, and eaglle could guess why. It was probably because of what he was thinking about earlier, the last mission.

Eaglle took one sip of his beer, which had just arrived, when he heard the announcement calling all nazzies to the barracks. Great... just great. I take one sip of my beer, and my first mission comes along, he thought as he gave his beer to the bartender, then starting walking along towards the barracks. His datapad beeped, and he read a message from Drac asking if they got the message.

"On my way, boss," Eaglle replied, and he jogged back to his quaters to suit up. This took some time, as it was only his third or fourth time in it, and he had to make room for his blaster. He took an outside backpack and put a combat knife and some rations in there, as he did not want to get in any trouble during combat. He stuck his ammo in the toolbelt of his flightsuit, and he decided to bring along a blaster rifle, a new A280 that he recently got from the ships store. From what I heard about this last mission, I might need this, and I will rig the ejection button so that my blaster ejects with me, he thought as he slung his bag over his shoulder, and started heading towards the briefing room
He jogged down toward the briefing room, and discovered that his hurry wasn't necessary, and Drac and Hunter were the only ones there. This better be interesting, as I gave up a beer for this, he thought grimly to himself.

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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 28, 2009 10:43:38 PM    View the profile of Stewart-Power 
Stewart-Power found himself sitting on his bunk. This is something he'd been doing a lot recently, and he always 'woke up' to find himself there. He wondered if it had anything to do with the Anoat mission, he was still unaccustomed to loss. He had lost one person in his life before, and it drove him to join the military. Now a member of Nazgul had disappeared. The general feeling was that he was gone permanently, as well, and that didn't help

Not that he was close or anything but, it was still there, the absence of a fellow pilot. Not the Thel knew what the other had done but al the same, he was gone. Again it was similar to when he first rived, clean untouched by the atrocities of war. He didn’t suffer any major wounds; he didn’t count bumps and scratches as much to show. But, at least he now had a mind for what a combat situation, while looking after many others, felt like. After being used to working in small groups or with a partner, the group dynamics were much different.

Anyways, he returned to what he found himself doing. He held a scoped StarSlasher Blaster in his hands and was turning it around, examining the cartridge and other protruding pieces from it. It was a sturdy weapon, from what he could tell from the firing range anyways. How it preformed in combat would have to wait to be tested. Although Thel was pretty sure that he would, grow to love that rifle, it was just his type of weapon.

Thel also had a new flight member, Albinostorm. He didn't know much about him as he wasn't with him during the Anoat mission, and he had also just been released from the med-bay. He also only knew very little about his personality. He hoped he would learn more about Albino, especially if he was going to be his wing mate.

This should be interesting Thel though to himself

Although, of course that would only apply if Thel actually got to fly with his flight this time, instead of being used as bait. Not that he minded being used as bait. Coming from a hunting oriented background, you learned to appreciate the value of bait, almost as much as a distraction of some sort. That's probably why he was sitting there examining his weapon.

He absentmindedly strapped the blaster to his back as he stood up and walked out the door. He walked at a slow but comfortable pace to the ship's bar. When he entered he only saw one person there there he recognized, the new guy in flight 3. Since Thel liked to know about the people he would be working, and fighting with, he had read up on most off the Nazgul files. From what limited knowledge he had about him, Thel knew his name was Eaglle. He didn't see Thel however as he settled down into a booth by wall. As for the bar’s other patrons, Thel couldn’t recognize anybody. Not that there were many people there in the first place.

He just sat down, and didn't even have time to order, when he was called to the briefing room. He stood up and walked at a quick enough rate to enter the briefing room a few minutes behind Eaglle.

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559 words. Yes, I have to get my input in for everything (but, it that really a bad thing?). Cant wait for more Mon Cal stuff to be available...waitaminute...
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
May 29, 2009 3:40:59 AM    View the profile of albinostorm 
Albino stepped out of the bacta tank, and was passed a towel to wipe himself down with. He held his finger over one nostril and blew out of his nose spraying an azure blue liquid all over the towel. He did the same with the other nostril and held the towel out to the medic who was standing nearby.

"I don't think so, mate, just drop it down that chute there"

said the medic, gesturing to a small laundry chute door. Albino walks behind a small screen, and counts the boxes from the top left, three down, four right. He pulls out a pair of shorts, a loose t-shirt and a new pair of boxers. Albino cautiously touches the large indented scar just below the centre of his chest, and lets out a deep, angry, humming-growl. He then changes quickly and slips on a pair of socks and trainers and walks up the the man stood in front of the Bacta tank.

"I think you're nearly done here, Albinostorm. Tomorrow will be your last stint in the tank and then you can bugger off."


Albino chuckles at this then makes his thanks and turns to jog off when the doctor calls him again

"Wait! before you go, tomorrow, you promised to tell me your real name. Will you keep that promise?"

Albino looks at the floor gravely and frowns, then looks up with eyes that have nearly died and been saved from the brink.

"Of course, but you'll have to tell me yours." And he also whispered gently as he turned again to walk away: "And I suppose I owe Slasher something pretty big too..."

Albino walked down to the gym, where he picked up a pair of gloves and walked up to a reinforced punchbag. He was putting the gloves on when he frowned again, this time screwing up his face and letting out a dark moaning growl.

Albino threw the gloves aside, then focused completely on the punch bag. Tunnel vision. He threw himself at it, laying into it and nearly tearing it apart, and his knuckles apart. One of the trainers noticed this and ran up to Albino, shouting at him to stop. Albino roared like a monster and took one final swipe at the reinforced punchbag, smashing it in half and lifting the top half off the hook, so that the two halves dropped five feet away with a loud clunk.

As the sand and metal plates spilled out, Albino looked down at his bleeding knuckles then up at everyone in the gym, who quickly averted their eyes but not their attention. Albino quietly said "sorry" and paced off to the doctors room to have his hand treated.

The doctors looked at him as he walked back in, and the one standing by the large bacta tank just laughed and pointed to a nurse, who led him to a machine which held his hand in bacta and stitched him up. Albino felt like such a child again, and he winked playfully at the nurse, who smiled and looked down, blushing. This made Albino laugh quietly, and a few of the doctors turned and frowned at the young boy and the junior nurse.

Albino was back at his room, changing slowly in his pilot's uniform when the bell rang for all Nazgul Flight members to make their way to the briefing room

"Here we go again" he sighed, running off to the briefing room
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 1, 2009 11:05:50 PM    View the profile of Goth 
After returning to the 'Atrus' Goth was tired, but it was a good tired. The mission had been a success, with no fatalities, and Goth had enjoyed running around blasting pirates with Nazgul's Squadron Commander.
It was nice to know that his SC wasn't one of those sit behind the desk and give orders types. G' had went out and gotten his hands dirty with the rest of the squadron.
Goth's respect for his SC once again grew a little more.

The betrayal of Catachan bothered him. Goth just didn't understand it, and it cut him deeply. He had liked the pilot and all his savagery, even considered him a brother. It just didn't make sense.
Goth appreciated the fact that Catachan's treachery was kept closed, mouthed by the higher-ups, (he had barely heard about it himself). Unlike the public execution of the pilot from one of the other squadrons.
Not only could Goth not understand the betrayal, it was also an embarrassment, Goth wondered if he could ever hold his head up again. One of the captain's own conspiring with the enemy, what a sad day in Nazgul's history.
Rumor had it that the SC had executed the traitor personally. Goth hoped so, a fitting end for the betrayer of his family.

After returning the auto-mapper he had requisitioned for the last mission, Goth went to the central store and bought another M5. Since he had to ditch his last one on a now nonexistent asteroid for the sake of speed. On a whim he also bought himself a new A9G. Not because he really needed it, but he thought maybe it would help cut down on the pile of data pads always hanging around his quarters.

When he got back to his quarters he kicked back and relaxed, and even got a little sleep.
Upon awakening he called his wingman and talked him into doing a perimeter patrol with him, just to get off the ship for a while. The patrol was uneventful, but it did make him feel better.
It wasn't that Goth minded being on the command ship, he just preferred to be in a fighter in open space.

Once he was back at his room he tried to do some studying, but found himself brooding over the betrayal of the squadron. So he decided to go to the bar for a drink. But before he went he went over to the mirror and opened up his old and worn kit. He hadn't used it in a while and wanted to stay in practice. You just never know when certain skills might prove useful.

He brought Arch with him to the bar (Arch was the name he decided to give to his new droid). Finding the darkest corner of the room, Goth sat down and ordered the strongest drink on the menu. Then he nursed it for about half an hour. Just after ordering another he noticed Nazgul's newest recruit walk in. Eaglle by name if his memory served him right. Nazgul 11, Goth smiled remembering that, that was his old number.
Eaglle didn't recognize him of course and Goth observed him for a few moments. He seemed unsure of himself and some what nervous. Goth remembered feeling the same way when he first arrived.
As Eaglle ordered a beer, Goth saw Thel walk in.
Nazgul 15 scanned the room obviously noticing Eaglle, but sat down in a wall booth alone.
Being in disguise Thel didn't recognize him. His skills were still up to par, which is no mean thing when you are an albino. Goth figured the new droid sitting across from him also helped.

Then all three of the Nazgul pilot's comlinks sounded. Goth didn't bother answering his as he heard,

'Alright Nazguls. Its time for a new mission. Report to the Nazgul barracks immediately for briefing.'

Come over Eaglle's com.
Just as Eaglle clicked his com off it sounded again, this time Drac.

'On my way boss.'

Eaglle replied. Then Nazgul 11 ran out of the bar.
The Mon Cal pilot Thel quickly walked out just behind.
Goth then rose and headed to his room to remove his disguise and jump into his flight suit.

Goth arrived at the briefing room just before the briefing was to begin.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 3, 2009 7:54:53 PM    View the profile of White_Lightning 
Qayla Xan, also known as White_Lightning to the rest of Nazgul, was in her quarters getting dressed when the communicator beeped and the message for all Nazgul pilots to go to the briefing room was heard.

Qayla strung together quite a few expletives as she heard the latest of the interruptions into her personal time. She'd not really had much time to herself lately, as she'd just gotten out of the Vast Empire Naval Academy, VENA for short, just a short time ago. All of her time after graduation had been spent getting familiar with the Squadron, and going over the outline of the Squadron as well as her Squadron duties.

Being active included honing her writing skills, which she had reason to try to sharpen if she ever hoped to be an officer, as well as her targeting skills, so she was a valuable and reliable marksman when the time came to back up the members of her squadron.

Realising she had to get to that darn meeting, she picked up her datapad, motioned for her R2 unit,  Namid, to follow her. The unit beeped appreciatively, and followed along the corridors until they reached the briefing room. Finding an empty seat, Qayla sat down and Namid stood obediently beside her as they waited for the rest of the pilots to arrive.

Qayla checked her chrono and said in a low voice to Namid: "I hope this thing starts soon. I hate being summoned somewhere just to 'hurry up and wait' ." The R2 did the equivalent of a laugh, and blinked her lights in an animated fashion.

As luck would have it, they didn't have long to wait. But, was that really luck?  Or their worst nightmare, just starting.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 6, 2009 9:14:10 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
Hunter walked into the Nazgul briefing room slowly, but surely. He hadn't really ever even given a briefing and he was a tad bit nervous, despite his calm and collected appearance. As he took his place at the head of the room, he waited a few moments to see if the general chitter chatter would dwindle down, but it didn’t. The only ones who actually had noticed his quiet entrance had been Slasher and Drac, who had both given him a nod as he entered with the former actually giving him a pat on the back as he had passed by, and albinostorm and Goth, who both gave a small half salute when Hunter had reached the head of the room. Slightly disappointed by the others, he frowned and cocked his head.

I would have expected them to have noticed me by know. Guess I’ll just have to get their attention the hard way.

Breathing in and out slowly for a few moments, he prepared himself. Then, with a final breath, he let it all out in a yell.

“HEY!”

It was loud enough to startle all the occupants of the room and was apparently loud enough to be heard outside as Atrasin poked his head in a couple moments later with a confused look. Smirking, Hunter just waved him off and, with a small shrug, Atrasin left.

"Alright guys. Now that I have your attention, let’s get on to the briefing. This mission is basically a recon mission. All we're doing is just doing a quick run over this area right here. . .” Hunter said, pulling up a map on the holo projector and pointing out the area of space they were going to be investigating.

“Now, some of you might be wondering why we’re doing this, right?” Hunter said, looking around and seeing a few nods, “Well, there has been reports of some pirate activity in the area and we’re going in to make sure there aren’t any pirates there. Right at the fringe of our search area is a small asteroid field that houses a Vast Empire outpost that protects the VE mining company that is based there. Most of the reports aren’t really from trustworthy sources, but that mining company is vital to the production of the Vast Empire starfighters. If that mining facility were to be destroyed or taken over, then that would severely cripple the VE’s starfighter manufacturing. Any questions?”

Nobody raised any hands or offered any questions so Hunter turned and shut off the holo projector.

Turning back to the assembled pilots, he said, “Then pack your bags, kiddies, cause we leave in an hour.”

And with that, he walked across the room, along the wall, and exited.

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Alright guys. Some more CD. Just slowly make your way to the hangar and we'll lift off.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 6, 2009 11:49:56 PM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac was still standing near Slasher when he noticed Hunter make his way quietly into the room. Slasher saw him as well, and both flight leaders nodded to the XO as he made his way toward the front of the room.

Glancing around, it was clear that few of the other members of the squadron had noticed Hunter's arrival, if any. Goth and Albino seemed to be drifting over toward seats, but they were the exception. Qayla appeared to be saying something to her R2 unit, and was paying little attention to the front at the moment. Drac frowned, I'm going to have to talk with her. Our mission briefings are considered classified information, and if she wants to bring her droid she'll have to submit to having its coding modified so that it's incapable of leaking intel. That can wait though. The other members of the squadron seemed similarly occupied.

Looking back at Hunter, Drac could see that the human had noticed this as well. He couldn't help smiling a bit as Hunter got a mischevious gleam in his eye and began breathing deeply. A moment later the SCPO's shout rang out through the room, causing many of the pilots to jump or flinch in surprise. Driver even poked his head into the room to see what was going on.

Once everyone had settled down Hunter went over the mission briefing. It was, unlike their other missions, relatively innocuous. If only. Anyone who's ever flown with Nazgul knows that no mission we go on ends up being simple or easy. Somehow we manage to attract anything even remotely hostile no matter what we're actually doing...though I wonder: Will swords be involved yet again? It seems like every mission so far ends up with swordplay.

Returning his attention to the task at hand, the Mon Cal performed a final check on his equipment. Everything seemed to be in place and in good repair. Once he finished he caught Qayla's eye, drawing her off to the side before he explained the circumstances with her droid to her.

Once everything had been handled in the briefing room, Drac made a stop at the Atrus's holo-recording bay. He gave the appropriate information to one of the techs, then stepped into one of the private booths. After a moment the status indicator on the holo-recorder flashed green and he began. The Mon Cal addressed his message to his parents, going over the standard things he said every time he made such a message, then adding in whatever details and particulars he felt were appropriate.

Stepping out of the booth again, the Petty Officer hoped that this message -like all the others before it- would never be sent. Recording a good-bye as a way of delivering a final message if he were to die on a mission was maudlin, to be sure, but he never failed to do so. Whether or not he agreed with his parents' politics, they were still his parents. It would be wrong of him to not do what he could to ease their pain if he were to die. I heard once that most pilots do not survive their first five missions. After that their survivability increases, but it never gets really high. I've still got a long way to go before I even get there, though...

Once he was satisfied that his duty to his parents had been carried out, Drac headed for the hangar. When he got there he nodded to several other members of the squadron who had entered before him, then approached a tech, "What's the status of my fighter?"

"She's completely repaired, Petty Officer. Good as new. Just try not to break her again, would you? We're already getting tired of replacing your shield generators every time you return from a mission."

Laughing, Drac replied, "I'll see what I can do. You know, I enjoy getting her damaged even less than you do repairing her. It'd suit me just fine if she never got another scratch...but that's not too likely, is it?"

"No, sir. It's not. Just keep bringing her back, though, and we'll fix her up again every time."

"Thanks," Drac waved at the man respectfully, then walked over to his Avenger. A quick visual inspection went well, with no obvious problems rearing their ugly heads. Once he was satisfied, the Mon Cal checked his chrono and looked around to see if he could spot Driver or Hunter somewhere around.

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June 7, 2009 9:45:53 PM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher grabs Albinostorm and Stewart-Power before they can leave the briefing room, pulling them aside he begins to speak.

"It's nice to see you back Albino, that Bacta worked wonders." sighing he moves on to the news he needs to give them. "Unfortunately I will not be joining you on this mission."

"What?!"

"But Chief!"

"I have no choice in the matter. The Doc says I am in pretty bad shape, and because I didn't get my injury seen to immediately it got worse."

"But what does that have to do with you being able to fly? It's a recon mission!"

Slasher turns away from them, fiddling with the off-duty uniform he is wearing.

"Because of the injuries I have sustained in recent missions, and because he believes that I may be incapacitated during the course of a dogfight, the Wing's Medical Officer has ordered me grounded until I am fully healed."

"That is stupid, can't you go anyway?"

"No Stewart, unless Captain Denethor countermands the orders of the WMO, I'm grounded."

Albino clenches his fist, growling, "How long until he says you will be healed?"

"About a week and a half of bacta treatments."

"And until then?"

Slasher sighs, and turns around, holding up a copy of his temporary reassignment orders. "I've been assigned to the Communications section, I'm going to be assisting their Starfighter coordination team."

"Then who is our new Flight Leader?"

"You will be assigned to Hunter-Morrell temporarily until I am returned to the Flight Line."

"When will that be Chief?"

"However long it takes them to get tired of my requests at Command, or I get fed up. However if you all are in trouble you know I'll be there. Then they can either Commend me or Courts-Martial me, but that is their choice."

Turning away, Slasher stalks out of the briefing room, returning to his quarters, he switches out of the off duty uniform, and slowly puts on his duty uniform, once he has completed this task, he heads out through the halls of the Atrus, heading slowly toward the Communications center, and his next Duty posting. Arriving at the Communications Center, he sees the officer in charge and walks over to him, snapping off a crisp salute he says,
“Senior Chief Petty Officer Rorran “Slasher” Gorma reporting for duty Sir.”

The officer turns to face him, looking him up and down he says, “Ah, the failed Starfighter Pilot, you know they send you pilots here to disappear once they are no longer able to use you. Well welcome to the end of your career Chief. Now lose the blaster and get to work, you have no need of a side-arm while coordinating, and there is probably a pilot somewhere who could use it.”

Slasher walks past the officer, without so much as an acknowledgement of anything that he had said, and sat down at his console, preparing himself for what he was sure would be several weeks of hell in this new assignment.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 8, 2009 6:54:39 AM    View the profile of Goth 
The briefing was short and sweet, just the way Goth liked them.

'A recon...more like a seek and destroy.'

Goth thought to himself.
The new mission was what he expected.
He knew the pirates wouldn't be happy about loosing their asteroid, and would be looking for revenge.

'It would seem they found the place, one of our asteroids, poetic.
That is if it even was pirates.
Untrustworthy reports, someone must have believe them if Nazgul was going in.
You didn't send Nazgul Squadron in unless you expected big trouble.


These were Goth's thoughts as he left the briefing room.
When Goth got into the hallway he was distracted from them as a young officer gave him a funny look. Goth thought about calling him out on it. Then decided he didn't have the time at the moment.
He was used to people looking at him funny because of his appearance, but he still didn't like it.
He had a mission, which meant no time, but he marked the man in his mind for future.......discussions.

Back at his room he went through the usual equipment check: a vibro up his sleeve, and one in his boot. His trusty DL-44 in its holster, the other for behind the ejector seat. And of course his toolkit.
Goth hefted his new M5 and did a complete check of the weapon. Which would also be strapped behind the ejector seat.
Throwing it back on the bed with the other equipment, he sat down and started studying maps.
The maps covered everything on the area for the new mission, including schematics of the mining facility. While he did this he had Arch giving him statistics for the mine and the general area around the asteroid field.
When Goth was satisfied that he knew the maps like the back of his hand, he sat back and relaxed for a few moments.
Then decided he should get down to the Flight Deck.
On his way out the door he grabbed the toolbag and weapons off the bed. Slinging the M5 on his shoulder, and carrying the tool kit in one hand and the spare DL in the other.

At the Flight Deck Goth went straight to the 'Bloody Dagger'.
Once inside he strapped his extra gear in its usual place behind the seat in the cockpit.
Goth went through all the checks, and everything checked out, so he put his Avenger on stand by then climbed out to see who else was on the Flight Deck.
The first person he spotted out on the deck was the Deck Commander. He was giving final orders to the deck crews, before the Nazgul Squadron launch.
Goth waited for him to finish, then walked over and finally got a chance to thank him for the paint job. It was the first time he had seen him, since he saw it for the first time as he was climbing in for the last mission launch. And they had road home to the 'Atrus' from the last mission on a Nebulon-B, instead of flying straight back.
As Goth was talking to the commander Arch walked up saying,

'You forgot this sir.'

Handing him a datapad with all the info and maps they had been going over.
There was only one problem Goth had found in his new droid; its voice. It bothered anyone who was close enough to hear it. Goth was planning on reprogramming it, but just hadn't had the time.
After Goth thanked the droid it turned around and walked off the Flight Deck. Goth hoped it would find the data he was having trouble locating, while he was gone.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 9, 2009 9:24:35 PM    View the profile of Stewart-Power 
===Briefing Room===

Stewart-Power was facing away from the door when Hunter entered the room. He only noticed him quietly walking across the wall because of the fact he was a Mon Cal, his eyes were on either side his head. Even so, he wasn't paying much attention, so he was still startled like the rest of the pilots when he "announced" his arrival.

The mission seemed simple enough, guard an area, destroy any pirates, and defend an asteroid mining base. Thel noticed that so far his first missions have all involved asteroids, except last time he was on one, now he would be flying near one instead. As he filed out of the briefing room he, along with Albino, was stopped by Slasher.

"Well, this is just great." Stewart-Power thought to himself as he was told by Slasher that he wouldn't be flying. Second mission and he still hadn't flown with his flight leader

"At least I won't be flying alone" He thought as he glanced at at Albino.

He thought of going over and getting to know him, but decided to do it later. Right now he had to check his equipment that he'll be taking with him. Once he reached his room, he opened his storage compartment where he had his equipment. He decided that his blaster pistol would probably be enough for just flying, but he got a sniper/ carbine cross, just in case.

===TIE Hanger===
Thel walked over to his ship, and just looked at it, admiring it with a sideways Man Cal stare. Along with the modifications to make the TIE compatible with a Mon Cal, Tel also added a hidden compartment, accessible from outside, and inside, just big enough for a small sniper rifle.

Other then the protruding parts from the compartment at bottom, there was almost nothing to differentiate it from the other Avenger's. And it wasn't even a very large protrusion.
Everything seemed fine, but for some reason The TIE itself seemed to be an extra shade of blue, Thel was going to have to ask the mechanics about that later.

Satisfied, He headed back to the bar in order to relax. Once he entered the bar he thought he recognized someone but wasn't sure. In any case he sat at the booth closest to the moderately busy bar. He wasn't about to have a drink, not before a mission anyways, but he decided that being around other people would be better then spending solitary minutes in his room or even a Sim. Even though Thel never felt completely comfortable in crowds, it was one step up from being alone and slightly closer to working with others.

After about fifteen minutes, Thel checked his chrono, He still had fifteen minutes left. He decided that  the best way to get comfortable with his new flight was to talk to them. seeing as how Albino was the only other member on his flight who was flying, Thel decided to go search for him. Then he would get to know him better then just what the datacards say.

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513 Words. Is it just me or does the ending seem to be slightly confusing? I'll try to fix that up. Also, que for Albino... or not (your call on this one)
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 12, 2009 4:27:23 PM    View the profile of albinostorm 
After Having a small conversation With Slasher and saw his wingmate, Stewart-power galncing at him thoughtfully. Albino hadn't gotten to know his Mon Cal wingman all that well, so he wondered what an effect that would play on his communication. He though against going up to Thel and talking to him, thinking that his antisocial tendancies might make him look unfriendly. Albino Strode off to the /Hangar to check down his fighter.

Albino's Avenger had recently been granted a name. As with his tradition, Albino had chosen a name beginning with 'B'. In red paint, so that it looked like a blood splatter was the italicised name 'Bloodlust' placed on the top solar wing panel, and on the bottom, in a similar font was the phrase 'I See Everything'. One of the technicians was walking away with a bucket of red paint and a thermodryer as Albino approached the fighter, whom albino smiled and tilted his cap to, whilst simultaneously lowering his head.

Albino took another glance at the writing on the fighter and the corner of his lip turned upwards. He popped the hatch, and went over a few pre flight checks. His last mission had nearly killed him, and the man who had saved him was being forced into one of the most boring jobs a pilot can be assigned. Albino knew this from his own experience. Being forced to watch all the fun happen, and not be there where you are most needed is a strain.

Albino Athletically bounced out of the fighter grinning and waving to one of the medics who had saved him back on that hell-hole asteroid. The medic was loading up a recovery transport for emergencies, and he waved back, visibly shocked to see Albino so well so soon. To tell the truth, this was all show, ans the grin from Albino was him clenching his teeth as a shot of pain went round his chest, which had been sewn together. Albino Slipped his trusted Deathwind sniper rifle under the seat of his cockpit and let out a gasp as his scar rubbed against the rim of the cockpit. Albino would have to see a psych about this irrationality.

After Sitting patiently for a few minuites, Albino Forced himself up, And decided to look for Thel, and maybe try learn a thing or two, other than name rank and number.
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June 13, 2009 3:10:53 PM    View the profile of Scral 
Scral sat in a chair he had snagged from somewhere starring at his TIE class Avenger. He felt a deep pride at the fact this deadly looking ship was his. The pointed quad front mounted solar cells made her looked like a beast with teeth exposed. He imagined she looked the same from the back end, but being fixated at the cockpit he did not stand up and go find out.

He starred at the seat, in a few short hours he would be sitting in it. He wondered if she would find he worthy, and allow him to become a part of her. Would they mesh together to form one seamless fighting unit, or would she fight him for control. Ships had personalities, tempers, moods. He hoped she would be in a good one when the time came.

Looking down he clicked on the datapad someone had handed him in the hallway. It contained the mission briefing, reading it again he thought Go to this area, fly around. Sounds easy enough, but even a rook like me know things never went according to plan.

He propped his elbows on his knees and looked down at the dark helmet that starred back at him from the ground. He never liked wearing helmets, he felt it took away from the experience of becoming one with the craft. They never did manage to get a decent environmental system installed in the TIEs, and a short use fighter had no need of an expansive system. So they wore flight suits, course fighters these days had hyperdrives, the pilots oftentimes spent long hours in them.

Mumbling to himself he leaned back and starred as his ship again, for some reason he felt like waiting. Long minutes passed, he had begun to slip into the realm between sleeping and awake.

His eyes slid almost closed before something out of the corner of his eye caused him to bolt upright, the chair toppled over behind him as he blinked several times. A group of black suited figured were walking towards him in slow motion. At least his eyes made it seem like slow motion, they all wore the same suit, their helmets held in hands. They stopped in front of him and waited for several seconds.

Scral starred at the one that was out in front of the rest, the insignia designated him Senior Chief Petty Officer. Mentally go back over the squadrons roster, and the pilot profiles he figured this would be Hunter Morrell Nazul's executive officer, or at least this man was a close resemblance. Nonetheless he was a higher rank.

Snapping to attention and saluting he waited. The man sat starring at Scral for several long seconds, the clocked ticked by before he saluted.

"Squadron, the person you see in front of you is Leading Crewman Trimic DyrJin. His callsign is Scral. He is Nazgul 6. Pleasantries can come later we have a mission to get to. Board your ships and start preflight." Hunter said.

The rest of the squadron left and walked towards their ships. Hunter starred at Trimic for several long seconds, his mouth tightening slightly before relaxing.

"Usually I don't like rooks flying my wing. Unfortunately times are hard on the Navy right now, and so you have my wing. Don't let me or the squadron down or I will blast you out of the sky."

Scral nodded, and Hunter mumbled something before walking away. Picking up his helmet he stepped to the rear of his ship and climbed inside the fighter. Sitting down he flipped a few switched before slipping on his helmet and locking it into place.

Watching the systems come online, he flipped several more systems. He heard the squadron beginning to report system go.

"Six, showing two green and good start." Scral said, he felt the TIE begin to hum quietly as he waited for the order to disembark.
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June 14, 2009 4:37:46 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
Hunter was making his way towards his Avenger when he noticed a human male looking at some of Nazgul’s TIEs, unbeknownst to the pilots of those TIEs. Frowning, he stopped and walked over to man. Reaching out, he tapped the man on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, but what are you doing?” Hunter asked quietly.

“I’m looking for Senior Chief Petty Officer Hunter Morrell. Do you know where I could find him? I was just placed in Nazgul Squadron and I need to find him to let him know.” the man replied.

Hunter opened him mouth, but hesitated and closed it.

I could have some fun with this . . . but no. I’m not. We need to get on with the mission and we can’t afford to wait around.

“You found me. Whats your name?” Hunter said.

“Hannibal, sir.” the man replied.

“Hannibal, eh? Alright then. Get yourself a helmet and hop into one of the TIEs. We’ll be heading out shortly, so don’t fall behind.” Hunter said, raising an eyebrow slowly and jabbing a finger at the nearby TIEs.

After Hannibal moved away, Hunter jogged over to the Avengers. Standing beside his TIE Avenger, he watched Scral, the second newest Nazgul member. The young man seemed to be a decent pilot, from what Hunter had seen while the recruit was still in the Naval Academy. Hunter was actually looking forward to flying with him, curious to see what the man could do behind the controls of the powerful TIE Avenger. As soon as Scral entered the cockpit and settled down, Hunter glanced around and saw that everybody else had entered their respective TIEs and were starting the preflight checklist. Scrambling up the side of the TIE, he deftly jumped up and swung around, slipping into the seat with practiced ease.

I really did mean what I said about blasting Scral out of the sky. There are too many new guys passing through the Naval Academy these days that think they’re hotshot pilots who, in reality, can barely get their TIE’s off the ground and have trouble in combat. Those are the ones who deserve to be shot out of the sky. If Scral can prove himself a good pilot, I’ll allow him to stay in my flight. If he doesn’t, well, he’ll be killed by the enemy long before I can reach him.

Finishing that thought, he was startled to see he had already completed the preflight.

I guess it is so ingrained into my mind that I can do it without conscious thought. Interesting.

Switching the com on, Hunter accessed the squadron channel.

“Alright guys. I assume you all are done by now, so lift off and follow me. We’re entering hyperspace at these coordinates. Transmitting now. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Everybody say hey to Nazgul’s newest member and no it isn’t you Scral. Ladies and Gentlemen, Hannibal!”  he said quickly, knowing he probably just embarrassed the hell out of the new recruit.

Snickering, he punched a few buttons and sent the coordinates to the nine other pilots that made up Nazgul Squadron. Sighing, Hunter increased the throttle and pulled back on the control yoke, bringing the TIE up into the air. Maneuvering out of the hangar, he set the fighter on autopilot and stretched, reaching up to the top of the cockpit with outstretched hands. Reaching behind the seat, he felt the hollow he had created where he hid a few weapons that he might need in case he had to eject from a crashing fighter or had to fight the enemy outside his fighter. He felt the disassembled StA-52 SLAR, on top of which rested his Lucky Strike shotgun that he loved dearly. He swept his hand down to the pouch on the seat’s side that usually contained the standard issue DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, but had been switched out to contain M4 Bull Stopper Semi-automatic Pistol that Hunter favored more. Soon, they had reached the coordinates for the jump and Hunter started the countdown to the jump.

“Ten, nine, eight, . . .”

If everything goes well, we’ll be back here in no time. But then again, nothing ever goes well. Ever.

“. . . Three, two, one. Go, go, go.” Hunter said, pulling back on the lever and watching the stars lengthen into lines as he entered hyperspace.
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June 15, 2009 11:56:13 AM    View the profile of Hannibal 
Hannibal was nervous, never having actually been on a mission, and fresh out of the academy, he felt green, it was the only term that came to mind. Checking out the TIE’s, wondering which one would be his. He marveled at the though of being behind the controls of one of those magnificent fighters, the two conflicting emotions were new to Hannibal.

He looked around, and from his peripheral vision he caught a figure, he was about to turn around when he spoke.

“Excuse me but what are you doing?” came an inquiry, Hannibal immediately turned around.

“I’m looking for Senior Chief Petty Officer Hunter Morrell. Do you know where I could find him? I was just placed in Nazgul Squadron and I need to find him to let him know.” he replied.

“Hannibal, eh? Alright then. Get yourself a helmet and hop into one of the TIEs. We’ll be heading out shortly, so don’t fall behind.” Said the men, motioning to the TIE's.

After introductions Hannibal was acquainted with his Flight Commander, he hopped into his Avenger, and ran a pre-flight check.

“Alright guys. I assume you all are done by now, so lift off and follow me. We’re entering hyperspace at these coordinates. Transmitting now. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Everybody say hey to Nazgul’s newest member and no it isn’t you Scral. Ladies and Gentlemen, Hannibal!

After an introduction to the rest of the pilots, Hannibal got the co-ordinates, he deftly punched them in. Easing the Avenger out of the hangar, he mentally prepared himself, he wasn’t briefed for their current assignment.

Hannibal  looked at the rest of his flight, it was a helmeted pilot he didn’t know. Hannibal realized he would be trusting his life into the hands of complete strangers, and they would be placing their lives on his. It was a daunting reality he had come to terms with at the academy.

This won't be anything like the academy, he thought, all I can do is hope that I get a green pilot as an enemy, and hope my wing is well suited to fight.

It was a new feeling for him, never having had much responsibility, or being held accountable for anything he did, yet Hannibal took in the moment, it was a gift to have burdens, to have responsibilities.

“3...2...1”

And they disappeared into hyperspace. The star's becoming a blur of lights, Hannibal was momentarily disoriented.

Hannibal checked the mission details, not being briefed, he wanted to know as much as he could.

Apparently it was scouting? Air superiority? Hannibal was confused, all he could make out of the details, was basically, the mining facility was threatened. Hannibal didn't understand the objectives at all, but he didn't say so. He was so lost in thought that be barely heard Hunter talking.

"Almost at our destination." Hannibal slumped his shoulders and flexed his finger, he would show the squadron he was worthy of their trust, he just hoped he could survive his first mission.


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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 16, 2009 1:16:16 AM    View the profile of Goth 
Goth and the deck commander talked for a few more minutes after Arch walked off. Then the commanders com went of, a reminder of a meeting. So after a quick good-bye and good luck, the commander headed to his office.
Goth took a look around the flight deck; he saw Stewart-Power (Nazgul 15) inspecting his Avenger, and Albino (Nazgul 14) doing the same.As he walked over to the open area to a wait final instructions, Goth noticed the newest member of the squadron Nazgul 6, what was his name? Scral or something like that. He was sitting in a chair in front of his fighter staring at it.

Everyone has a ritual before a mission.'

Goth thought to himself.
Then taking inventory of his equipment in his mind and remembering something he forgot. So he quickly ran back to his room to get it.
When he got there the room was empty. Goth figured Arch was out going through data somewhere.
After grabbing his custom blaster and putting it into his usual place, Goth went back to the flight deck.
On the way he ran into his wingman looking to get a quick inspection of his Avenger before mission launch.
As they walked they discussed flight strategies and made sure they were on the same page.
Back on the flight deck Nazgul 4 went to do his preflight check and Goth walked over to the briefing area again and noticed that Scral was still in the chair. Goth wondered if he had fallen asleep.
Goth thought about walking over and striking up a conversation with him, then decided not too. He didn't want to chance disturbing the new pilot, and so many had come and gone he wasn't sure if he would still be here tomorrow. Plus he was still stinging from the traitor.
Thinking about that dead pilot was not good for his train of thought just before a mission, so he went back to his fighter.
Once he climbed in he did a quick check of the maps, then did another preflight check. Then he did a visual inspection of everything in the cockpit. Finishing with an inspection of the outside of the Avenger.
Comfortable that all was in order, Goth met up with the other members of Nazgul Squadron for the final briefing.
When he saw his wing man,

'Good to go?'

'Everything is A OK.'

Came the reply.
After the briefing, as the squadron were going to their fighters, they came upon Scral still sitting in his chair. He jumped up knocking the chair over in his haste then saluted.
The XO introduced him, but there was no time for pleasantries, mission time was now.
When Goth climbed into his fighter he strapped in and did one final check of all systems. Everything looked good, then he keyed his com,

'All systems check.'

And then heard the other members com in with a go.
The XO commed in and introduced yet another new pilot to the squadron, one Hannibal.

"I wonder how long this guy will last."

Then jump coordinates came in.
After launch as the squadron hit open space they formed a tight formation then hypered out as one.
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June 17, 2009 8:12:03 PM    View the profile of eaglle0100 
== Right after the briefing ==

Eaglle listened as the briefing drew to a close. This seems relativly simple he though as he stood up to head toward his vehicle. Then he saw the nervous looks on everyone's faces as the walked toward the hanger. oh... I guess this isn't going to be as easy... maybe just everything in nazgul gets messed up? he thought as he left the briefing room.

Eaglle made one last stop by his room to check all his equipment, as the teachers at the academy made it quite clear that the first mission was the hardest, and the survival rates were the lowest. I am glad they fill us with such happy, cheerful thoughts eaglle thought as he checked his weapon, and turned off the safety as he was going in to combat. I have a feeling I will need this, and that I will not check the safety, so I might as well get it off now, and accept the chance I might hurt myself in the process he thought, sticking it back into his holster, and then walked into the hanger

He walked toward his new fighter, the one that was just assigned him, and was a little nervous. "Is there anything I need to know about this fighter? any quirks or particularity's?," he asked the tech working on his fighter. "Nope, just keep an eye on your shield indicators. If anything goes wrong, bug out," the tech replied.

Well that was common sense eaglle though to himself as he started running a systems check on his fighter. Right before that, he had tossed his rifle in the back, and hooked it up to the ejection seat, checking with the tech that it would be fine. The tech said that it would not interfere with the launch sequence, but it was an original idea, and it was kind of a risk. my chances of survival are already low enough as is… might as well take some fun he thought to himself, with a questionable definition of “fun”. Once he got through the main thing, he noticed a little bug on one of his missiles, and told the tech.

"Might as well change that," the tech replied as he quickly popped out that missile, and put a new one in. "There, check it again," the tech said, and Eaglle noticed that it was fine, for now.

"Everything is good, Sir" eaglle commed to drac, as he powered up his engines, getting ready for take-off. He also sent the ok signal to hunter, and awaited the word to go, pondering on his first mission.

Ok here we go... Eaglle though as he detached his fighter from the holding ranks, and flew in tight formation with rest of the Ties, then got the message from hunter that Hannibal was the new pilot. well, at least I was never embarrassed that much, and I am no longer one of the 2 new guys... he though as the hyper coords arrived, and he punched the hyper, watching the stars elongate as they jumped.

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June 17, 2009 11:11:45 PM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac glanced at his ship's status lights as an alarm buzzed through his cockpit. The alarm was set to go off at five minutes until re-entry. Satisfied that all was in working order, he returned his gaze to the main screen of his fighter and started going over the mission one last time. The rundown of the operation was thus:

[Briefing Begins]
Mission Type: Reconaissance
Mission Terrain: Open space/Asteroid field
VE Unit: Nazgul Squadron
Start Point: mSSD Atrus
Mission Location: VE Mining Installation VEM-027 & surrounding space
End Point: mSSD Atrus

Known VE Forces (In Area): None
Known Enemy Forces (In Area): N/A
Current Threat Assessment: Green Yellow Orange Red
[Briefing Ends]


Well, there's no guarantee we'll see any action. Then again, there was no guarantee we'd see action on the way to a funeral either. We'll just have to wait and see. Looking at the countdown timer again, the Mon Cal saw that it was now down to three minutes. Activating his comm unit, he sent a text to the rest of three flight, "Nazgul Nine to Nazguls Ten and Eleven: Double check your systems one last time and get ready. We don't know what we'll run into here, if anything. Stay on my wing and keep an ear open for your callsign and you'll do just fine."

Drac followed his own advice, doing one last check of his personal equipment and weapons. Satisfied that everything was as controlled as he could make it, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He'd done this before, of course, but the element of the unknown just before you exited hyperspace still unnerved him. It probably did that even to the most experienced pilots. Starfighters weren't the most durable ships in the galaxy, after all, and most jumps were pretty much blind.

A moment later a second alarm rang out, this one for thirty seconds to reversion. Drac rested his hands on his control unit, letting his fingers brush the various dials and buttons. He twisted his head sharply, cracking his neck vertebrae, then took a firmer grip on the control yoke.

Seconds later Nazgul reverted to real space. As soon as he confirmed that there was nothing in visual range, the Mon Cal glanced at his active scanners...all quiet there too. He nodded, satisfied that there were no threats in the immediate area.

A moment later Hunter's voice crackled over the comm,"Nazguls: Break by flights and spread out, triangle formation. Put ten klicks between each flight and turn your active scanners up to full power. One Flight goes top left, Two goes top right, and Three goes bottom."

Drac waited a beat, then thumbed his own mike and replied, "This is Nine. I copy. Three Flight breaking off." He glanced at his monitor, then switched to Three Flight's channel, "You heard him, Nazzies. Come to heading 045 and turn active scanner up to full. Better yet, do this: Ten, aim yours starboard and below. Eleven: Aim your scanners to port and below. I'll aim mine forward and below."

Three flight banked in good order and began to get some distance between it and the rest of the squadron. After a moment Drac's comm crackled, "Nine, why point our scanners in a specific direction?"

"They've got better range that way. Scanning in all directions at once limits their range. This way we cover all of our vectors, but with better range and detail."

Before they could reply, Hunter came over the comm again, "Here's our route: Once we've gotten out to range, we turn to heading 315 and proceed, scanning as we go. Thirty minutes should put us in range of the asteroid field, and another two will get us close enough to the mining installation to sense it. We do our flyby, then continue for another thirty minutes to get the other side of the system. Report anything suspicious you pick up."

"Understood, sir." Drac replied. "Got that, Three Flight?"

"Yep."

"No problem, chief."

Once the squadron made its formation it proceeded on course. Drac kept his attention mostly on his scanners, but broke off every minute or so to look around and make a visual confirmation of his readings, such as he could. For once it actually looked like this might be a milkrun. It was hard to resist the temptation of boredom.

After quite a while the comm unit beeped once more, "Five, this is Three. I've got something."

Instantly Drac straightened in his chair and triple checked his systems, listening intently to the comm as Hunter answered, "Go ahead, three."

"It's in our foreward arc, high and to port...just a moment, focusing my scanners on it...Sithspit!"

"What?!?"

"I'm sorry, sir. It's a rogue asteroid. Must have been knocked out of the asteroid field. False alarm." Drac could hear Goth sounding a bit sheepish. He could also imagine the groans all around. The Mon Cal shrugged. Those things happened to everyone. Goth'd be getting a good bit of ribbing about it, but there wasn't any real harm done.

-----

After some time the squadron frequency beeped another message, this one from Hunter, "We're five minutes out from the asteroid belt. Seven out from the installation."

"Roger that, sir." Well, at least it was almost half over. Though it looked like the last half of this run was going to drag on even longer than the first.

Two minutes later Drac had his thinking radically changed. Space boiled for a moment at a point nearly at the center of the Nazzie formation as several ships jumped in from hyperspace. Two large transports appeared in formation, heading toward the asteroid field.

Hunter came over the comm, "Unidentified transports, this is SCPO Hunter-Morrell of Nazgul Squadron, Vast Empire. State your business in this system."

A dry, raspy laugh echoed through the channel a moment later, "Our business, Imperial scum? Our business is none of your concern. Leave us to it."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Captain...?"

"My name doesn't matter, Imp. Like I said, get your snotty noses out of our business."

"And I don't particularly care. State your business in this system, and your cargo, or leave it."

"We leave when we want to, you snot-nosed little nerfherder...But if you insist on seeing our cargo..." The comm unit emitted the rasping static of the man's laugh for a moment, then click off. A few seconds later hangars on each ship opened up, spitting out six Headhunter snubfighters each.

Drac resisted the urge to curse, instead bringing his weapons online and thumbing his comm switch, "Three flight: Collapse in toward Two flight; we'll try to meet up with them for some coordinated torpedo strikes. Use the enemy snubbies for cover: They won't fire their transports' armaments at their own ships."

Matching actions to words, the Petty Officer pulled up into a vector that would meet up with Two Flight while still allowing him to turn toward the enemy snubfighters. It was a good idea, since four of the Headhunters turned toward Three Flight and accelerated.

Two of the oncoming fighters jumped out ahead of the rest, gaining considerably on the Imperial craft. They must have diverted power from another system to boost their speed. There're two systems they could've drawn power from: Shields or Weapons...hmm.

Deciding to take a chance, Drac thumbed his weapons control over to proton torpedos and settled the crosshairs on one of the enemy craft. To do so he had to swerve out of line for a moment. He got a lock tone quickly, though, and loosed a missile at his enemy before swinging back on course. The enemy fighter seemed to hesitate for a moment, then jerked sharply out of its line of flight. It wasn't enough, though, and the proton torpedo impacted on the ship. The explosive easily pushed through the fighter's reduced shielding, going on to slam into the craft's port engines. It detonated there, basically vaporizing the back half of the ship as the engines blew in multiple sympathetic detonations. The Headhunter's threat index dropped to zero.

Toggling his comm over to the squadron channel, Drac called out his observation, "They didn't realize we have missiles, Nazzies. If you see any of them moving faster than they should, pump a torpedo into them. Better do it quick, though, cause they'll catch on soon if they haven't already.

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Enemies:
12 Headhunter starfighters (-1 now)
2 Transports

For referece, the scanning formation and opening battle positions were this: 1=1 Flight, 2=2 Flight, 3=3 Flight, T=Transports

1----2
\  T  /
  \  /
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 18, 2009 4:31:59 AM    View the profile of albinostorm 
Albino woke up as the alarm for 5 minutes left sounded. He whispered a silent thanks to Drac for advising him to set it. He had obviously followed that advice. Albino checked over his fighter, paying paticular attention to scanners, shields weapons and engines. All were lifelines in a battle. He allowed his mind to wander. Albino was annoyed. His FL was grounded and he was now being stuffed into an obese flight with his wingmate, Stewart. Albino had not gotten to know his Wingman, and the only man in this flight that he felt he could trust was Hunter. The other two flight members were green. Albino had wanted to get to know Stewart before this mission, but the chance had not arisen.

The second Alarm for 1 minuite left sounded and once again, Albino snapped out of it. He tried to loosen up a bit, stretching his arms as much as possible in the confines of the cockpit. He then went over the weapons and scanners one more time, Grasping his flight controls tightly. Hi thoughts flashed to a couple of hours ago, when he had gone looking for Stewart, and had found him back in the hangar, just before thay had to go. Albino had smiled and rested his forearm on Stewart's shoulder and said

"Don't worry, mate, as long as i'm not shot down myself i'll be watching your back."

From the impression on his wingmate's face, Albino has more intimidated him than encouraged him, but Albino had hoped otherwise. He breaced in his seat, so that the sudden deceleration did not throw him into the front transparisteel window. He took one more look at his chrono and counted down from seven. As he returned to Sublight speed, Albino's arms tensed, giving a sinewy appearance. Albino quickly did a short range scan, along with a visual. both were clear. Hunter issued the formation order, And Albino and Stewart fell in with 2 flt.

A few minuites later, Nazgul 3 reported in contact, but all Albino could see was a rock. After a second glance, Got realised it was only a stray asteroid. This was likely to come up in the debriefing. Albino made note to remind everyone that it would help break up the monotony of the mission. He didn't like seeing people being punished, unless it was himself and deserved.

A long while later, (It seemed even longer to Albino) as they approached the asteroid fields, two transports hypered in, in the centre of thje triangle formed by the Nazzies. Hunter challenged them, as is expected, and they repliedquite aggressively, releasing a squadron of fighters. The Nazguls moved to enagage, And Albino kept checking on Stewart.

A couple of fighters accelerated ahead of the pack, and Albino watched a a missile came from Drac's fighter and knocked it out. They had not known about the modifications on VE fighters. Fools. A wide, wicked grin spread across Albino's face as he swooped up, then dove down to attack velocity, dropping a torpedo on another fighter, and spraying it with laser fire. The fightyer barrel-rolled, avoiding the laser shots, but as it swung up to fire on Albino, the torpedo smashed through the cockpit, shredding the ageing headhunter.

"Two-nil" he declared down the mic "who's next?"
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 18, 2009 1:48:08 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
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I'm not going to include Stewart in any more posts as he is on extended leave till the end of summer so consider 2 Flight full with albino filling the last spot temporarily till the end of the mission.


At least two fighters are gone, but those fighters aren't our most pressing problem. Why hasn't the outpost said anything yet? With their scanners, they should of picked up these pirates and sent a force out to deal with them . . . unless they're occupied with something at the moment.

It took a moment for that observation to sink in and it hit Hunter like a starved rancor. The reason that these fighters were able to get this close without the outpost responding is because they're scouts. But they aren't scouting out the outpost, they're making sure nobody gets close enough to find out what they're doing.

Oh no. They've come for the mining company.

"New orders guys. Two Flight break off from me and continue on without me, I repeat break off. I'm going to check something out. All of you, keep those fighters off my tails, but slowly move towards the outpost because I might need some backup if my hunch is correct." Hunter said into the comm quickly, already
swinging his Avenger around and heading for the distant outpost.

Now that he was concentrating on it, he could see a firefight had started in the distance, evidenced by the flashes of light erupting from out of nowhere and disappearing in a small explosion. He pushed the throttle forward as far as it would go and sped off towards the outpost. As they approached, the flashes of light got bigger and Hunter could barely make out what looked to be ships zipping through space around the outpost. Then they got close enough to see the outpost clearly for the first time. It was ragged, with pockmarked walls where shots had hit it and opened up the inside to the cold vacuum of space and its contents were still floating out. That angered Hunter for he knew those were troops and pilots loyal to the Vast Empire. Shaking his head in disgust, he slowed to a stop before they got too close to the battle and were identified as VE starfighters.

"Drac, report." Hunter barked into the comm.

"Uh . . . three, no two now. We're just about finished up here." Drac said slowly.

"Alright. One Flight and Two Flight, break off and join us over here. Be careful and don't get too close to the battle. Three Flight, continue on with the fighters and join us when you're done."

Sighing, Hunter closed the channel and settled back into the seat, watching the battle.

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Alright guys. This is a twist in the story. We weren't originally supposed to meet the actual pirate fighters, but its ok. It actually worked out for the best. All of you, just write about the dogfighting and all that, maybe have some thinking about where I'm going and why. Just some good ol' fighting and possibly some CD. MOst of all, have fun.
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June 18, 2009 10:43:29 PM    View the profile of eaglle0100 
eaglle listened to the com as drac said, "alright lets mop up these fighters. 1 and 2 flight are leaving to go were ever Hunter is going, so its just us and them." eaglle listened, and was almost too intent in listening as he saw a headhunter flash right in front of his vision. He fired a quick burst at it, but it was too late, and it was already turning to get behind him.

great... eaglle thought I’ve managed to get in a circling fight with a headhunter... this might take a while to outmaneuver it, but its worth a shot. at least it isn't one of those newer fighters. Eaglle waited a bit to see if it got closer, but then noticed that it was moving just as fast as his fighter.

oh. that should make my life easy... why don't they ever learn that we can tell? eaglle though as he dropped his fighter and his engine, doing a quick loop, but slowed down just enough to increase his turning speed a teensy bit, and get a lock on the fighter. Just as he fired his torp, it slowed down, and the torpedo didn't punch the shield. Darn... he noticed. They do get smarter.... oops eaglle thought as he got locked on. thats what i get for getting cocky... were is qayla to remind me of that when you need her? Eaglle thought as he started evasive action.

He accelerated as fast as he could, then as the blinking dot on his sensor got closer, he dropped his fighter, and managed to make the missile lose course. just as he started looking around for the fighter, his fighter rocked with a near miss by blaster, and eaglle saw another fighter on his six.

I guess it just isn't my day, huh? he though as he quickly cut his engine, trying to force the pilot to overshoot. Instead, the pilot rolls out, cuts his engines too, and manages to get right back on eaglle six. I shouldn't have spoken.... my first mission, and I pick up an ace.... he thought. He did a duplicate maneuver, and managed to get the other fighter equal to him, but he was reaching his lowest possible speed, and he still wasn't behind the fighter. Just then, the fighter rolled out and up, and eaglle saw a missile roll past and just miss the fighter.

no ones bragging about it... must be someone who just saved my skin. Oh well I will probably pay for it later he thought as he lined up behind the ace, who had just finished dodging the missile, and fired a long burst into it, blowing up the fighter and the ejecting pilot. oh well he thought as lined back up with the rest of flight 3, who had already finished there fights.

He wondered were Hunter and the rest of the flights were going… if they didn’t fight join the battle, were could they be going? Oh well, he is the commander and it is really none of my business anyway? eaglle thought as flight 3 rejoined with the rest of the squadron.


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just in case of confusion, this is right after hunter's post.
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June 18, 2009 10:59:41 PM    View the profile of Drac 
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Quick Note: Anyone may still post during the fighting leading up to Hunter's post. There are still plenty of Headhunters to kill, so have some fun until the story is updated again.

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June 21, 2009 12:50:19 AM    View the profile of Goth 
While in hyperspace Goth's mind wondered, on the past and the future. He was purposefully keeping his mind off the present.
Things hadn't gone so well once they got back to the 'Atrus', after the last mission. The fact that the squadron was full of new recruits wasn't helping either.
When the squadron came out of hyper Goth checked his scanners, all clear and his wingman was right with him.
Nazgul set up a standard search pattern formation, and began conducting the recon.
Things were going smoothly, all was quiet.
Then Goth started getting that uncomfortable feeling he had gotten on every mission he'd been on since he had joined Nazgul Squadron. He could feel something was coming, he just didn't know what or when.
then he spotted something on his scanners.
Keying on his com:

' Five this is three. I've got something.'

Then as usual he keyed his com off.
The XO commed in:

'Go ahead three.'

'It's on our forward arc, high and to port...'

Then he started scanning it more closely.

'Just a moment, focusing my scanners on it...'

Then he realized it was just a rogue asteroid, he had been fooled by its high metal content.

'Frag!'

'What three?!?'

'I'm sorry, sir. It's a rogue asteroid. Must have been knocked out of the asteroid field. False alarm.'

Goth knew he would hear about it when they got home, but he felt it was better to err on the safe side, so he didn't let the mistake bother him.

'Looks like I'll be buying the first round when we get back home.'

Goth thought to himself.
The squadron was almost halfway through the recon when two transports dropped out of hyperspace directly in the middle of the formation.
The XO gave challenge of course, and as the first words from the transports' commander came over the comm, Goth knew quiet time was over.
As Hunter continued to talk to the insolent captain over the com, Goth checked to make sure his laser cannons were linked, then reached over to switch his missiles off dumb fire. As he did a quick check to make sure his wingman was still with him, the transports released a squadron of fighters.
As three fighters came in on Flight one's six, Goth kicked his engines up to full thrust and felt the G-force pull on him as he banked to port.
Just as the Z-95's opened fire with their laser cannons Goth and his wingman did a perfect Crossturn with the SC and his.
The Headhunters didn't stand a chance as the Avenger's maneuverability took them by surprise. They were obviously expecting normal Interceptors. Goth and Nazgul 4 took out one together with their lasers and G' got off a missile on another.
With a missile on his six the Headhunter pilot went into a Barrel Roll, then started Scissoring to try and shake it. Goth didn't have time to see if the missile caught up with its target, because the remaining fighter was trying to angle in on his tail.
A quick look at his scanners told him his wingman was still with him and as one they went into a Vertical Reverse. The pilot at the control of the Z dumb fired his concussion missile then peeled off into a Split-S.
Just as they were about to come around for the dive, Goth's cockpit came alive with alarms and flashing lights. At the same time Nazgul 5 commed in calling Flights 1 and 2 to his position.
Abandoning the Vertical Reverse at the last moment.

'Break right 4!'

Nazgul 3 and 4 went instead into The Immelman, splitting in opposite directions. The missile being dumb fired went harmlessly between them.
Goth drew a sigh of relief, if that missile hadn't been dumb fired one of them could have been in deep trouble.
As Goth and his wingman came around and got back together, the snubfighter was nowhere to be seen.


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That's two down, maybe three.
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...And They Cried with the Voices of Death...
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 22, 2009 12:51:52 AM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac rolled out to the left to avoid incoming fire from one of the remaining headhunters, then banked around in a long loop designed to bring him back into the engagement zone from a distance. As he came back in he looked out the side and was happy to see Eaglle was still with him and had gotten a kill of his own. Furthermore, One Flight, from the quick glance he was able to give it, appeared to be giving their opponents hell as well.

Turning his attention back to Three Flight's opponents, Drac saw that the two remaining headhunters had formed up as wingmen and were coming in for a head-to-head pass. Do they really think they can pull that off in those antiques? Our shielding is worlds better than theirs. Not to mention we've got more firepower. More fools, they.

Centering his brackets on the left headhunter, the Mon Cal began to wait for the range to scroll down. With his other hand he flicked the comm switch, "Eleven, target the right headhunter with your lasers. When I tell you to, switch to proton torpedos. Fire if you get a lock. Hopefully we'll get them, but even if we don't they'll have to break off and give us a chance to come in on their sixes."

"Will do, Nine," came the reply.

Drac waited another five seconds, then said, "Now!" following his own instructions, he switched to proton torpedos. Within ten seconds or so he had a lock on his target and fired. By that time it was getting down to pretty close range for a missile, but the enemy pilot did manage to react in time. The headhunter broke sharply from its line of flight, going into energetic evasive maneuvers as it sought to shake the torpedo.

Smiling now, Drac pulled the nose of his craft up and to the right, following the enemy craft as it bugged out. He fired as soon as he settled into the enemy fighter's aft arc, and watched the Z-95's shields flash and fail as his bolts hit the mark. Suddenly his opponnt decelarated sharply, trying to get behind him. Drac pulled up sharply, beginning a loop to eat up some distance.

Completing his loop, the Mon Cal took in the situation. It looked like Eaglle was going after his opponent with abandon. The Headhunter he'd chased, though, was coming back around...or trying to. His turn rate and speed seemed badly reduced, and as the enemy ship finally finished its maneuver Drac could see why. Its left wing was missing the outer meter and a half completely, and much of the rest of the wing appeared half melted and warped. Time to put him out of his misery.

Accelerating hard, Drac drove in on his target. The headhunter, for his part, was trying to go back to the freighters. The pirate obviously had had enough...but he was still a pirate. Mon Calamaris were famous for their dislike of pirates, smugglers, and other forms of the fringe, and Drac did tend to fit that stereotype. For him though, it was because they disrupted the lives of innocent people and harmed them for their own gain and pleasure. His opponent was done, but Drac wanted him dead. He fired as soon as he came into range and was surprised to see all four bolts converge on the pirate's cockpit with astonishing precision. For the briefest second there was the dark outline of a human form, then it dissolved in the light of the explosion. The headhunter continued for a momen, its course now merely ballistic, then disintegrated.

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Enemy fighters left: 7 (-5)

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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 23, 2009 4:17:26 PM    View the profile of Scral 
"7, stay with me." He said, he was forced back into his seat as he yanked the Avenger hard to port, kicking the etheric rudder he heard the ship start to protest as he followed the Z-95 through his incredibly tight turn.

Straightening out of the turn he tried to get a firing angel but failed when the headhunter went full burn and pulled up. Following the older star ship Scral groaned as the decreased inertial dampeners played havoc with his insides.

This guys good. He thought angrily.

A spark of inspiration hit him suddenly, he chopped the throttle and brought the more maneuverable fighter into a tighter turning radius. Flipping the lasers for dual fire he watched as the headhunter dropped into his target envelope. Half a second later bolts of green encased the headhunter, Scral pulled her hard to starboard as the headhunter exploded.

"Take lead 7, I'll cover you for a while." He said a few seconds later. Truth was he was more then capable of remaining in the lead, problem was it had been a long time since he had been in any real dogfight. He keyed off his comlink and breathed deep several times, he lifted his hand to his visor and noticed it shaking slightly.

You know what they said, He thought. They said you would not survive your first battle. They said you were too old to be a fighter jock. Pull it together, you have men depending on you.

His ship was rocked suddenly, he saw red laser fire come from his port side. His shield display showed thirty percent power loss. Pulling her hard to starboard he kicked the rudder and punched the throttle, he looked behind him to see the headhunter still on his tail.

"7, I hope you are ready for this." He said to his closed comlink.


He chopped the throttle slightly and let the other fighter get closer, he played with the pilot as he nimbly brought his own ship within mere feet of his opponents firing window. He was slammed into his seat as he punched the throttle to full. He rolled the ship on it's port side and edged the nose up. Chopping the throttle he quickly yanked the rudder straight up and did a snap half roll.

He was going off pure instincts now, he leveled the Avenger and looked at his rear scanners. The headhunter was coming up from beneath him and mere seconds away from turning his fighter into space slag. Throttling down to zero he watched as the Z-95 brought his nose up, his computer began screaming about target lock. Pulling hard on his yoke he punched the throttle to full.

The idea was to have the Avenger shoot straight up, but it took a full two seconds for the engines to respond. Problem was the Headhunter was half a second away from firing, Scral watched in horror as his ship did not respond quickly enough. He had all of eternity to watch his moment of death, appreciate the single dust mote floating in his cockpit.

The fiery death that claims most pilots eluded him this day though. He felt his ship shoot forward, the shock wave of an explosion rocked his TIE a few seconds later.

"7 to 6, you alright?" His comlink crackled.

"Now that you are here, I am. Thanks for saving my neck." He answered.


"Alright. One Flight and Two Flight, break off and join us over here. Be careful and don't get too close to the battle. Three Flight, continue on with the fighters and join us when you're done." He heard the XO say over the squadrons channel.

"Copy lead." He said. "7, on me."

"Copy 6." The newest member of Nazgul said.

Flipping his craft up and over he punched the throttle and headed towards Hunters location.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 24, 2009 4:53:37 PM    View the profile of Drac 
Drac allowed himself a satisfied smile when Eaglle rejoined him on his wing. The four enemies they'd faced hadn't stood much of a chance, and now the brigands were dead because of their false courage. Glancing around, he spotted a Z-95 fleeing from One Flight, doing everything it could to put some distance between itself and the Nazguls' hungry lasers. One flight, meanwhile, was busy with the coward's remaining wingman, who seemed to be quite skilled.

Banking, the Mon Cal turned and started on an intercept course for the enemy ship. He'd deal with the cowardly pirate. Vectoring in, he measured the time-to-range. It was at thirty seconds. He used the time to take a good look at his sensors and to scan the area visually. It looked like the enemy was down to a hanful of fighters, while the Nazzies hadn't lost anyone. They must have might quite an impression, because the two transports were currently taking advantage of a gap between his flight and Two flight to bug out.

At five seconds to range, Drac re-settled his hands on the controls and set his lasers to fire single shots. A quad burst would kill the Headhunter in one or two shots, most likely, but that wasn't what Drac wanted. No, this pirate was going to regret drawing Drac's attention for a while before he died. Moments later Drac's croos hairs glowed with a good lock and he fired twice. The two bolts screamed in at the nose of the Z-95, which didn't react. A moment later first one, then the other, impacted on the ship's nose. The fool had all shields aft, when there were still enemy fighters ahead. I can't believe that.

Now the enemy ship reacted, jerking violently away as the pilot desperately tried to escape this new threat. As the ship's nose turned, though, Drac spotted several small dots falling from the scorched holes his lasers had punched in the craft's bow. Concussion missiles...I shot a hole in his magazine. An interesting hit, for sure. And it means he can't hit me with a missile.

Drac swung around to get back on the headhunter's tail, following it through an immelman and a low speed yo-yo in quick successin. The pilot, coward though he was, was no slouch. His skills, however, were not saving him. Three grazing blows and a solid hit from Drac's lasers took down the enemy ship's rear deflector shields and burned a long black streak on one of the engines.

The pirate tried one last, desperate move. He shut his engines off and didn't maneuver at all, attempting to cause a collision. The Petty Officer ignored the clamoring collision alarms in his cockpit, fired twice, and rolled out to avoid the enemy craft. A louf bang resounded through his hull, and his shields fell to twenty five percent. As they began recovering, he realized what had happened: He'd hit the enemy ship, but only barely. Even a slightly more direct strike would have likely destroyed both craft. As it was, Drac's two shots hit the enemy ship and cored deep into its aft, melting portions of the internal structural support. The collision, happening moments later, sheared off the supports that hadn't been melted. Welds broke and wires snapped as the headhunter came apart, disintegrating silently and without fanfare.

As he made his way back toward the main part of the action, Drac checked his scanners again. As he looked one of the four remaining headhunters, one flight's last opponent, blew apart. The other enemies seemed not much better off. Just then Hunter's voice came over the comm unit, "Drac, report."

Splitting his attention between the conversation and the enemy blips on his screen, Drac replied, "Uh...three, no two now. We're just about finished up here." One of the enemy blips disappeared even as he spoke.

Hunter replied, "Alright. One Flight and Two Flight, break off and join us over here. Be careful and don't get too close to the battle. Three Flight, continue on with the fighters and join us when you're done."

"Understood, Five. We'll be with you shortly." Finding the nearest opponent, Drac switched to Three Flight's channel, "Guys, this one's yours. Get him, we'll get the last one, and then we join up with the others."

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Okay, guys. The story's moving up. Eaglle, me, and Qayla can post about killing the last two enemies. Everyone else form up on Hunter. Maybe throw in some observations of the battle or flashbacks to kills that haven't been written out yet. We'll get into the main fight shortly.
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 25, 2009 9:36:50 AM    View the profile of eaglle0100 
eaglle watched as he followed drac vengeful kill, while keeping an eye out for any other fighters. hmm... someone really hates pirates... I wonder what that is all about He thought as he watched Drac torture the pilot by not killing him first thing. Remind me never to get on his bad side... eaglle thought,

eaglle watched as the headhunter drac was hunting to head of vaporized, and then drac signaled to take out the last 2 fighters. really? thats all thats left? wow, this is easier than I though it would be... eaglle said as he turned his fighter toward the other fleeing fighter, and accelerated to try and keep up. Now the TIE was slightly faster, and he closed the gap to a missile locked, and checked his magazine. hmm... I have 3 missiles left... lets make them count he thought as he lined up his fighter behind the other fleeing fighter, as they have finally recognized that they are outmatched.

little late for him... eaglle thought as the missile lock tone sounded and he squeezed off one missile, waited 2 seconds, then fired one more. He wanted to check the shields of the fighter, guessing they were all on the rear, and he watched as the fighter just shook the first missile, as it was max range, but the second cam scorching in and exploded... right on the shield. By this time, the Avenger had just entered lazer range, and eaglle fired a quick burst. huh? He thought as the fighter suddenly rolled right and banked, and eaglle just managed to cut his engines from oovershooting, but now had the problem that he was circling with the fighter, and he was starting to lose ground.

scratch my previous comment, this guy isn't all that bad... he thought, then rolled his fighter out of the circle, then snapped it back in, and saw the enemy fighter hurtling in a head to head fight. Eaglle fired a quick burst, and rolled his fighter to he right, while the headhunter rolled to the left, Eaglle thought on how close that was to them both dying, then was a little shocked as his fighter jerked foward, and his shields dropped to 20% from precious damage. This fighter need to let its shields regain... maybe the time it takes for us to rejoin will allow that... eaglle thought.

Eaglle looked behind him and saw a passing explosion, and remembered that the fighter had all shields to the rear, and must have forgotten to change it. I guess I was too close to the explosion... he thought as he formed up with Drac and Qayla in their 3 person wing again. He noticed on his scanners that the other fighter was non existant, and realized that either drac or qayla had gotten it, or that it jumped into hyper, but he seriosly doubted the last one, as he was sure that they were both better pilots than that.

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also, I havnt seen qayla in a while...
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  RE: Nazgul - Asteroids, Mines, Pirates Oh My
June 26, 2009 5:24:39 AM    View the profile of albinostorm 
Albino Joined up With Scral and Hannibal as he had been ordered by Slasher, He took a quick look at his scanner and a visual confirmation proved that after he had broken up with Stewart in the dogfight, he had not rejoined. Albino checked on his temporary wing mates, who wouldn't yet have much of a clue who he was.

Hunter had realised something and had gone off to the base early, and Albino was the highest ranking member of the flight. Albino decided to introduce himself.

"Hey! 6 and 7, The name is Albinostorm, but Albino'll do. Since my FL is on medical, I'm gonna be sticking with you guys. for a While 'till he gets back, so any questions, tell me later."

Albino, satisfied with this introduction, took his chance to take up a lead position within the 3 of them. He was aware of his being a bit overzealous, but he ignored that. He wouldn't let anything happen to these rooks on his watch.

His mind flashed back to his last kill, a real challenge, despite the fact that it was a headhunter, the pilot made up for that. Albino nearly sympathised for him. Albino had been forced into piracy at an early age, as a pilot himself. He knew that many pirates did not have any choice over their actions. Despite this, Albino was very aware that hit was him or the pirate.

They both charged head-on, causing Albino to underestimate the pilot, and as the pilot broke off to the left, he twisted and prepared to come in behind Albino. The avenger was a lot more maneuverable than the pilot expected however, and Albino shot round in a tight circle and came on up behind the enemy pilot. And that, recruits is an offset head-on pass he chucked to himself at how easily he had performed the manoeuvre.

His Attack was cut short, however, as he banked down, and tried to pull up on the Pirate's tail, but the Pirate had banked upwards and pulled down and and around, so that his turn had inverted him and he was lined up on Albino's underbelly. Albino quickly cut all his thrusters, but being in space he continued moving forwards. He then spun the craft over, lining a shot up on the pirate, and as the two passed, they tore each other's shields to shreds. now it was a real dogfight. The next shot on either of them would be a killing blow.

Albino accelerated out of the turn, so that he was above and behind the headhunter, which preceded to roll rapidly around Albino's turning circle.Albino countered this by doing the same to the Pirate, and at the end of the intricate dance they were back where they started, save for the fact that Albino was no longer in a position to get a shot off.

"why wont you frakkin' Die!"

Came the scream from Albino as his sinewy arms tightened around the flight controlls and his face contorted into a grimacing sneer. It is always said that the worst thing a pilot can do is lose his composure, but the opposite applied for Albino, whose bloodlust now overtook his compassion for the man he was about to kill. Albino pulled up and the Pirate baked into him, a bad mistake, and now Albino pulled down, and bored hot laser into the enemy fighter, completely vapourising it. This was followed Closely by a string of extreme vulgar obscenities.

Albino chuckled to himself at how close that dogfight had gotten, but now shields were back up from 3% to 100%, as Albino had switched all weapons power to shields to recover, missing out on the rest of the action.

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I think that leaves 6 more bandits for you guys to take down
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