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Bacredi
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  Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 25, 2010 12:16:03 AM    View the profile of Bacredi 
Hundreds of officers and pilots gathered in a huge chamber of the VEN headquarters, including some active captains and fleet commanders, and almost the entirety of NHC and the command staff. Zhar Bacredi sat ten rows back from Admiral Arturus and Lt. Commander Atrasin, two senior members of the naval high command. Captain Stormz, the future executive officer of the navy, was standing in the middle of the room, his arm outstretched. Vice Admiral Denethor began to give him the oath of the office of the NXO.

A tap on the shoulder alerted Bacredi that someone was behind him, looking back, his eyes met with a naval crewman who was carrying a letter in his hand. Bacredi thanked the man and grabbed the letter, whipping it out within a second. The message read ‘Occupying force of the Yetton System has been wiped out, no trace of survivors. Task Force Bulwark has been assembled. Leaves at 1200 hours. – Jaden Khaar’ Yetton has been lost again…shit. Bacredi had been to the Yetton System once before, with Kaph Squadron, where they re-took the system at the cost of thousands of servicemen.

—— —— —— —— ——

Bacredi ran into the Tuk’ata headquarters, most of the pilots already had their things gathered into a huge pile of bags in the center of the room. The flight leader of fourth flight, Cayden Tavers, along with his wingman, Darian Rogue, were loading all of the bags onto a large electronic cart, they both saluted Zhar as he entered. He strolled into his office/private quarters and grabbed his belongings, which he hadn’t even bothered to un-pack, as he had just been informed he was SC of Tuk’ata. Briefing orders were on his desk, which he grabbed and ripped open: three dreadnaughts, two Lancers, four CR-90s, and six squadrons. The VEN wanted this fucking system.

“Cayden, are all the pilots accounted for?” Bacredi asked, and Cayden soon walked into his office.

“Every one of them, they’ve all checked in by the deadline. The Admiral Doreth, the dreadnaught we’re going in, is waiting for us, as well,” Tavers replied.

“Better not keep them waiting, I guess,” Bacredi said, shutting the lights off and grabbing his bag. He threw it onto the electronic cart as he walked by, and the cart sped off with its droid guider. The entire squadron came out as Rorran Gorma, Bacredi’s XO, commed the entire squadron to leave their bunks. They all went through a series of hallways, and then finally up a turbolift into the Admiral Doreth’s underside. They all proceeded to grab their bags from the storage area, which were brought up by the guided cart (and most likely searched by VEI agents), and proceeded to their rooms.

“Everyone, be ready for a meeting in ten,” Gorma yelled to all the pilots throwing their bags onto their bunks. Bacredi went out into the hallway and into the door parallel to Tuk’ata’s, and pushed it open. A man in a lieutenants uniform was sitting in the middle of the room, drinking a cup of caf, and looked up at Bacredi.

“You must by Warrant Officer Bacredi,” the man said, “I’m Lieutenant James Carmichael, and I’m the squadron commander of Agile Squadron. We should go over some preliminary facts before we go over the meeting.” Carmichael and Bacredi went over some details about the mission and the task force in general for a few minutes, and finally Bacredi clicked a button on the table in front of him and spoke.

“Tuk’ata Squadron—this is your SC, report to the meeting room immediately.” As Bacredi said that, the Admiral Doreth lifted off from its hover position and proceeded to go through the atmosphere, and the entire ship was waiting for the two day trip to Yetton to be over. Bacredi and Carmichael walked down the hallway and suddenly into a full briefing room, full of both the squadrons. They both took to the podium, with Carmichael overshadowing Bacredi with his 6’2” figure and lieutenants uniform.

“Welcome, everyone, to Task Force Bulwark, which is the leading force of Operation Bulwark. We are going up against a force that was able to decimate five squadrons of TIE fighters and two Lancer Frigates, and here is Warrant Officer Bacredi for our accompanying ships and squadrons.”

“Okay, here we go: we have two accompanying dreadnaughts, the Lobo and Serenity, along with two Lancer Frigates and four CR-90s. Six squadrons: Twilight, Cobalt, Firebreaker, Spartan, along with us two, will be accompanying us.”

“Obviously, we have no idea what their forces are, but we will most likely be able to overcome that difficulty with numbers. They always say quantity over quality, eh?” Carmichael shuffled some papers. “Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”

OOC:
Sorry it took me so long to get this up. Do some C/D with other characters, play pool, poker, darts, etc. Go to the gym and don't work out. I will be posting when the first day is over, and finally when the second day is over and action beings.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 25, 2010 6:17:40 PM    View the profile of Amacuse 
“Welcome, everyone, to Task Force Bulwark, which is the leading force of Operation Bulwark. We are going up against a force that was able to decimate five squadrons of TIE fighters and two Lancer Frigates, and here is Warrant Officer Bacredi for our accompanying ships and squadrons.” said the Lieutenant.

“Okay, here we go: we have two accompanying dreadnaughts, the Lobo and Serenity, along with two Lancer Frigates and four CR-90s. Six squadrons: Twilight, Lincoln, Firebreaker, Spartan, along with us two, will be accompanying us.” Bacredi explained.

“Obviously, we have no idea what their forces are, but we will most likely be able to overcome that difficulty with numbers. They always say quantity over quality, eh?” Carmichael shuffled some papers. “Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”

Cayden watched as all of the pilots filed out of the room, save the two SCs.  He made a move to ask a question, but decided not to, and left the room as well.  He walked down the hall when one of the pilots ahead, a female, turned around and began running back to the conference room.  Cayden stopped in the hall, noticing she was of higher rank, moved to the side and saluted.

She ran past, not noticing him at all, and looked in the door.  "Damn..." she muttered.  She started to walk back to the other pilots when she noticed Cayden still saluting her.  "At ease, Senior Chief Petty Officer."

"Yes ma'am," he said, lowering his arm to his side.

She smiled, held out her hand, and said "I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Elizabeth Black.  And... you are?"

He shook her hand and said "Senior Chief Petty Officer Cayden Tavers, at your service."

"Hey, me and a few of the other pilots were going to have a drink later.  Would you like to join us?" Elizabeth asked, still smiling.

Cayden nodded and said "I'd love to, Elizabeth."

She smiled and said "You can call me Lizzie.  Everyone does."

"Yes Eliz- Lizzie," Cayden caught himself, smiling.

Lizzie ran off to catch up with the rest of her group, looking back to Cayden and smiled.

Cayden smiled back and watched as the group of pilots went up the turbolift.  She likes me, doesn't she? he thought, feeling a small pain in his stomach.

"Oh really?  Whatever gave you that idea, Cayden?" am imaginative squirrel said, appearing on his right shoulder.

Not now, Cayla... Cayden thought as he began walking down the hall towards the turbolift.

"Cayden... you have a serious problem and you constantly refuse to address it," Cayla said, her voice turning stern.

Cayla, I can handle it.  It's just drinks.  We are going into a combat situation tomorrow.  Hell, I might die.  One night among fellow pilots won't kill me he thought as he punched in his destination on the turbolift controls.

"Cayden, one night WILL kill you!  You have to think about-" she started before...

Cayla, one more word from you, and I will have you removed from my brain and permanently deleted. he thought fiercely, slamming the enter button hard.  He waited for her to retort again, but found out that she was gone.  The turbolift doors opened and he stepped inside.  The doors shut, and the lift zoomed to it's destination: up 3 floors.

He jumped out of the lift as the doors opened and ran down the hall to his room.  He quickly opened the door and rushed in.  He looked outside to see if anyone was watching, then he closed the door and locked it.

Cayden walked over to the bed and pulled out his trunk.  He opened it and began pulling various tools, clothes, uniforms, and weapons out of it and setting them on the bed in an organized fashion.  He stopped pulling things out when he found what he was looking for: a bottle of Giagorex III muscle relaxer pills.  He popped it open and took two of them.  He felt the soothing relief flow through him as the pain subsided.  "I swear... one of these days... I'm going to have to find a doctor who can actually fix crap like that... the surgery I had oh-so many months ago didn't fix that one bit.  Though... it was a fool's hope to think it actually would stop the pain and fix the veins..." he said, slowly standing up.

He walked over to his bed and picked up his M-70 Semi-Automatic Pistol.  I'm going to be relying on this thing a lot in the next few months... I just know it... damn TIE Interceptor can't hold an M-590 Assault Rifle... he thought as he started to place everything back into the trunk.

Once everything was safely put away, Cayden walked over to the door and unlocked it.  He stepped out into the hall and walked over to the turbolift.  He input his destination floor into the lift controls, and patiently waited for the lift to arrive.  The lift doors opened and Cayden smiled when he saw Lizzie standing inside.  "I'm sorry... I was just heading up to the bar," he said, stepping in.

She smiled back at him and said "What a coincidence... so was I"

The lift doors closed and began moving upward.  It stopped two decks up and the doors opened.  The pair of pilots exited the lift and walked down the curvy corridor until they made a left into the bar.  The pair entered the bar and headed over to a table in the corner.

"Where's everyone else?" Cayden asked, confused.

"Oh, ummm... they all had to... errr... go to a yoga class," Lizzie said, blushing.

He looked at her, skeptical, then said "I did that once... though, on accident... turned out I liked it."

"Really?  That must have been an interesting experience for you..." she said, leaning forward and resting her head in her hands, looking at him.

"Yeah, I guess... I mean... it was interesting..." Cayden said, getting nervous.  "So... it's just the two of us?"

"Aye aye, captain, that's the plan," Lizzie said, smiling.

"I see... ummm... would you like to eat, or sit here... or what?" he asked, getting even more nervous.

"We can do anything you want... just name it," she said, blushing.

Cayden turned around and waved the waitress over.

"What'll be you two?" she asked, impatiently.

"Umm, I'll have a glass of Raava, and she'll have...?" he asked, looking at her.

"I'll have a Corellian Light Ale," Lizzie replied, smiling.

"Alright, I'll be back in a few," the waitress said, smiling as she left the table.

"Raava?  That's a rich-man's drink... far too expensive for enlisted people like us," she whispered.

"I'm an extremely different enlisted person, Lizzie..." he said, leaning back in his chair.

"Indeed... are you some sort of royalty or something?" she asked, curious.

Oh damn... here we go... he thought as he said "I was once a prince, yes... until the planetary government decided to remove the royal family from the planet.  Fortunately, for us, we're all military officers.  So, instead of being exiled, they had us stationed a good distance away from the homeworld.  On this new planet, we've managed to build a sizeale population, military, and research program."

"And what planet is this, if I may ask?" Lizzie asked, leaning closer.

"I... can't tell you.  It's against the law to reveal the location or name of our base of operations," Cayden said, smiling nervously.

"I see..." she said skeptically.

The waitress returned with their drinks and placed them onto the table.  "I'll just leave the bottle of Raava here for ya," she said, putting the bottle onto the table.  She left them alone for the remainder of the evening, save to return and refill Lizzie's glass and bring more Raava to the table.

Cayden and Lizzie talked for a good portion of the evening, finishing a drink each every hour.  By the time the clock struck 22:00 hours, both were ridiculously drunk, and stumbled out of the bar together.  They both got to the turbolift and pressed random keys.  Fortunately, for them, the lift went to the pilot's barracks level.  They exited the lift and stopped in front of Lizzie's room.

"I... had a wonderful evenin', Cayden..." she said, exhausted and drunk.

"As did I, Lizzie..." he replied, smiling goofily.

Lizzie opened her door and started to move into her room, but was stopped by Cayden as he grabbed her, turned her around, and gave her a kiss.  Lizzie stood there, shocked and smiling.

"I... have no idea why I did that..." Cayden said, blushing.

"Good night, Cayden," Lizzie said, smiling.  "I'll see you tomorrow."

He smiled and turned around as she entered her room and closed the door.  He started walking down the corridor when an all-too familiar voice returned.

"Cayden!  Damn you!  What the hell have you just done?!?" Cayla asked, reappearing on his shoulder.

"Relax, pretty squirrelly... All I did was give her a kiss... no reason to be upset..." Cayden slurred out, smiling.

"Yeah, well... only reason is that you are engaged!  To Ashley!" Cayla yelled, smacking Cayden with her tail.

Cayden shook his head, and gasped.  "No... I didn't... I can't believe I... damnit!" he said, holding his head.  "What did I do?"

"You messed up... you had too much to drink, and now you have a problem to fix," she said, patting his head.  "We'll figure this out, Cayden... don't worry."

"I hope so, Cayla," he said, opening his room door.  "I hope so..."  He shut the door behind him, locking it.

OOC:
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Okay, anyone care to find out what the hell happened to my integrity?  Because I seem to have lost it somewhere... if you find it, please return it to me immediately.  kthxbai!
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 27, 2010 11:14:33 PM    View the profile of Speed 
“Welcome, everyone, to Task Force Bulwark, which is the leading force of Operation Bulwark. We are going up against a force that was able to decimate five squadrons of TIE fighters and two Lancer Frigates, and here is Warrant Officer Bacredi for our accompanying ships and squadrons.”

Sage couldn't help but smile lopsidedly at the two SC's standing before the gathered pilots. It was a bit of a sight to see really. The only time she'd ever really noticed Bacredi's height was when he was standing next to former SC Stormz. Despite her unfamiliarity with the new Squadron Commander, she respected him for his role and for the fact that Stormz had respected him as well.

“Okay, here we go: we have two accompanying dreadnaughts, the Lobo and Serenity, along with two Lancer Frigates and four CR-90s. Six squadrons: Twilight, Cobalt, Firebreaker, Spartan, along with us two, will be accompanying us.”

Sage involuntarily looked around her and managed to pick out several Tuk'ata pilots and caught the wandering eyes of several other pilots as well. Quickly she turned her attention back to Bacredi.

“Obviously, we have no idea what their forces are, but we will most likely be able to overcome that difficulty with numbers. They always say quantity over quality, eh?” Carmichael shuffled some papers. “Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”

As Sage had attached herself the back wall of the meeting room she saw fit to let everyone else out first. She wasn't a picky person and saw no reason to really hurry. Glancing through the gaps between people she could see the two SC's already engaging in another conversation.

"Speed!" Her head snapped around to find the source of the call of her name. Still unfamiliar with all of the pilots in Tuk'ata, Sage tried to remember the name of the one beckoning to her now. She found herself unable to remember and resolved to start spending more time with her squadron-mates. As it was she kicked away from the wall and made her way out of the room.

"Alright there, Speed?" Tuk'ata's XO asked from somewhere behind her.

She turned and smiled up the Falleen. "I'm fine, Sir. Still trying to figure out who is who thats all."

"If you need any help, let me know."

Sage nodded and saluted before she made her way back through the halls. Had she been paying attention she'd have avoided running headlong into the man now looking down at her with an infuriatingly amused look.

"Sorry." She said, her voice muffled. She could feel an embarrassed blush making its way up to inflame her cheeks.

"You sure are a tiny little thing, aren't you?" The man said. His green eyes danced with mirth.

If it hadn't been possible before, Sage blushed harder. She could imagine herself the color of a Corellian Tomato. As it was she was unable to say anything, only stare with a semi angered expression. True to her form though she didn't move.

"Easy, Little Girl. I didn't mean any harm by it. I just don't often see pilots as small as you." He had and easy baritone voice, but the wickedness still in his eyes put Sage on edge. "Even our smallest pilot is a few inches taller than you. Never-mind that, I'm called Bolt by the rest of my squad." He held out a big hand.

Sage stared at it for a moment while she regained control of her temper. Finally she took his hand and shook. "Tuk'ata calls me Speed." She said shortly.

"Well, Speed is it? I'd be interested in knowing how you came by that nickname. If you don't mind my asking that is." Bolt grinned and winked. He was a tall man, dwarfing her five foot six inch frame. He had to be at least six feet. And his grin was catching.

Sage let out a long breath and grinned herself. "Well its a bit of a long story." She said, some how she'd fallen in step with him. She hadn't even remembered beginning to walk.

"Well I would say we have a bit of a journey yet ahead of us." Bolt chuckled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

OOC:
750 words
Thats all you are going to get out of me tonight folks.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 28, 2010 1:50:17 AM    View the profile of Rocketman1167 
“Welcome, everyone, to Task Force Bulwark, which is the leading force of Operation Bulwark. We are going up against a force that was able to decimate five squadrons of TIE fighters and two Lancer Frigates, and here is Warrant Officer Bacredi for our accompanying ships and squadrons.” said the Lieutenant.

“Okay, here we go: we have two accompanying dreadnaughts, the Lobo and Serenity, along with two Lancer Frigates and four CR-90s. Six squadrons: Twilight, Lincoln, Firebreaker, Spartan, along with us two, will be accompanying us.” Bacredi explained.

“Obviously, we have no idea what their forces are, but we will most likely be able to overcome that difficulty with numbers. They always say quantity over quality, eh?” Carmichael shuffled some papers. “Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”

Well at least we get some payback this time I don’t think that it matters though, Lehon is still fresh in my mind be nice to get it off it so that I can concentrate on something else for a change wonder what everyone else is doing, well might as well take a shower before I go hit up the bar like I always do.

----Awhile Later----

Rocket looked around the room he had been assigned on board the Admiral Doreth he noticed that it was like every other room that he had on board a ship, well my rank changes but the room’s that they give me are the same just a little bigger and I don’t share with people oh… well at least there’s always a bar to go to.

Beep Beep Beep

Rocket looks at his datapad and sees that there is a new message and he press the open button.

----Just a Notification----
---To: Tuk’ata Squadron---
--From: Warrant Officer 2nd Class Bacredi Squadron Commander of Tuk’ata—
-Subject: Meeting-

Hello all of your since I took over Tuk’ata I have noticed that most of you do not know most of the Squadron so I have set up a night of just socializing before our mission so that you can get to know each better, so that we will move more like a unit in battle. Look at the attachment to find out which bar we are meeting at I will be there later I expect all of your to be there.

That is all

-----End Message-----

Great a socializing event just what I didn’t want to go though before a mission well I don’t know what he is planning but I will go along with this because it’s an excuse to get drunk and not get into trouble and maybe forget about Lehon for awhile who knows maybe there’s someone in the squadron that can help me with this pain that I am going though.

“Well time to please the masses, so that they can leave me alone.” alone Rocket says to himself
“Great now I am talking to myself what next you know what I need to stop this feeling sorry for myself I need to get out of this rut that I still find myself in, well there’s only one thing left to do know and that’s go to that bar and try to make friends again or just go into this depression drinking again.”

Rocket starts to walk towards the bar that was said with the attachment in the message and finds that it is a lot closer than he thought it would be once he gets into the bar he goes up to the bartender and says

“I need a table for sixteen set up over there.”
“Well a fella said that someone would be coming in here asking that exact question he also said that he would be here later.”
“I see so it’s already set up than.”
“No he said to wait till someone came in here asking about it before I got it set up while you’re waiting what can I get you?”
“I will have a spikedriver if you know how to make that one.”
“You don’t mess around do you well here you go.”

The bartender hands Rocket his drink and then Rocket sips it savoring the flavor of the drink after about a couple of minutes he notices that the table had been set up and goes over to it and sits in the corner where the light closest to the seat had gone out making the chair barely visible and sits down.

Well all that’s left to do now is wait for everyone else to show up.


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758 Words: Okay there it is once everyone get here I got something planed out that hasn't happened in a while and I already cleared it with Bacredi.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 28, 2010 7:03:19 PM    View the profile of Slasher 
Slasher walks out of the briefing and heads quickly to his room walking in he lays down on his bunk to catch a quick nap.

----- Shortly after ------

Slasher wakes up to an insistent beeping and reaches over and grabs his datapad, looking at the message which comes up he sighs.

“Have to go work on the morale of my men... the question is, who is out there to work on my morale?” Slasher sighs again, thinking back over his career and how many pilots he's served with, he begins to head to the bar and shakes his head, muttering to himself “don't become a brooder idiot, it's not conducive to staying alive...”

As Slasher leaves his quarters he heads toward the location given for the bar and arrives there rather quickly. Entering the bar he nods to the bartender as he heads for the table where he sees that several of the pilots from the squadron have already gathered. As he approaches the table the bartender asks

“What can I get you Mr. Gorma?”

“I'll have one of whatever Rocket here is having.”

“As you wish”

Slasher turns to the rest of the pilots and exchanges polite nods with a few of them, taking a place at the table he looks around and takes a quick look at the bar's inhabitants other than the members of the squadron here so far and comments to Rocket,

“You know, I don't think they are making these bar inhabitants like they used to, I remember a time when a bar's normal complement would have given us a good fight, but I doubt that this group would even give those of us here a good warm-up. I'm disappointed, I thought that that was kinda required for a bar, they had to have enough big, mean looking guys, to provide a good fight to anyone interested. I'm definitely not gonna tip as well here.”

Seeing that the Master Chief is somewhat unsure of how to respond to his comments, Slasher simply laughs and takes a sip of his drink.

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Not quite up to 500 words, but 407 is about all I can manage at the moment being sick and having an exam in the morning. I'll have the next one there though
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
September 29, 2010 6:06:33 PM    View the profile of Avalar 
“Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”
Vanity sighed. This was a real mission now. There was no more traveling to random planets. There were no more competitions between squadrons in asteroid belts. This was her first real deal mission. She wasn’t sure what to think about it because everything was too confusing for her as it was. The revelation she had made to Cayden after going to Asteroid 19 still rang in her memory. It was honest. He was too… different. She had no word for it for she didn’t understand it herself.

She made her way back to her assigned room, noticing Cayden walking across another hall. Vanity stopped and watched, only to see the turbolift open to present a girl inside. The female seemed to smile at Cayden as he stepped inside. Wait a minute. Who was that? She doesn’t look like anyone from our squadron. Why did she seem so happy to see him? Curiosity begged to follow “The Prince” to wherever he was headed to, but Vanity shook her head. What did she care if there was some girl chasing after Cayden or vice versa?

Ignoring the event that had just occurred, Vanity stepped inside her room. She sat herself down on her bed and stretched her arms. It was a boring day. Nothing was making her angry, but she wasn’t happy either. Everything was just neutral. Of course, no one in Tuk’ata would know that because they always saw her in a rage. It became usual for her to be in one for all hours of the day. Fury. Rage. Anger. Vanity knew no different. And yet today was proving that wrong.

Now she closed her eyes as her mind wandered onto the person that brought her here. Korinth hadn’t been on her mind much ever since she left Nar Shaddaa. Sure, whenever things were going terribly—or what she perceived as terrible—immediately she blamed him. Though he had convinced her to be in the Vast Empire, it hadn’t been fair of her to assume that all difficulties would be of his cause. Cayden made her see things in a different light. Korinth was the person who was trying to make her see people differently. Vanity was rebelling that her past could be left behind her.

There was a beep and Vanity’s eyes trailed to her datapad that had a new message on it. Her hand reached over and opened it up.

----Just a Notification----
---To: Tuk’ata Squadron---
--From: Warrant Officer 2nd Class Bacredi Squadron Commander of Tuk’ata—
-Subject: Meeting-

Hello all of your since I took over Tuk’ata I have noticed that most of you do not know most of the Squadron so I have set up a night of just socializing before our mission so that you can get to know each better, so that we will move more like a unit in battle. Look at the attachment to find out which bar we are meeting at I will be there later I expect all of your to be there.

That is all

-----End Message-----

She cursed. Get to know each other better? She understood how to not shoot down her teammates after her incident in the simulator. Did she really need to be told to go and meet with people that already hated her? The looks she’d get as she approached the table would be the same as when she was at Asteroid 19. Some fear and some hate. Dangerous.

But what if the outcome would be different this time? What if some people actually attempted to talk to her? Would she cut them down or try to respond like a normal person? Who was she going to listen to? Herself or Korinth?

Vanity got up and walked out of her quarters. She went to the designated bar, but stopped at its entrance for a moment or two. The question still rang in her head. Me or Korinth? Who do I listen to? The decision needed to be made before she stepped inside, and, once she had, she finally did. Immediately when she stepped in, she could see the members of Tuk’ata at the table further away glancing up to see who was coming and, upon noticing her, give a look and then return their full attention to their conversations. Vanity strode forward anyway and took a seat at the table. The bartender asked if she wanted anything, but she shook her head. Never would she taste the flavor of alcohol whether she wanted to or not.

Her attention turned to the man who had just made a comment about bar fighting. She remembered his name was Slasher, but she decided not to start any sort of anything with this sort of man, so she ignored him and played with her fingers. Tuk’ata members were still gathering at the table.

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814 WC and it is more than 500 if you were to disclude the message.
This post is quite unlike Vanity. Turn for the better? We'll see.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
October 2, 2010 3:49:13 AM    View the profile of Lampyridae 
Mehra was happy to be dismissed, and she headed to her quarters to change and relax for the day. Maybe go to a bar, meet some new people. She was fast creating her circle of acquaintances, and possibly friends and trusted comrades later on.

Unfortunately, she still wasn't in good enough with any of them to feel comfortable drinking with them. Unfortunately, she'd turned down their past invitations, so maybe she'd ruined her chances...
No. No bar. She didn't have a reason to go anywhere and drink herself silly... Alone.

She sat back on her bed with a relaxed sigh, settling for reading instead.

---Later---

She was 6 chapters in, when her datapad shocked her out of focus, beeping at her from the the table next to her bed. Her hand connected with a Holocamera that clattered to the floor. She leapt of the bed before it could roll away, and anxiously inspected it for damage.

The drop had shut off the display, but it flickered back to life to display two grey Twi'lek children. One was older than the other and much taller, but they were both still young. The taller one, whose lekku were black, was holding the smaller against her hip, and both were smiling cheekily at the camera. It was Mehra and her little sister before their parents had died...

The picture faded, and a new image appeared. It was picture of her sister, looking up at the camera above her head with a surprised expression. It was the last picture she had of her sister, before she was kidnapped and probably sold to some fat politician.

Mehra smiled at the picture of she and her sister as it came back up, and she set the camera on the table and grabbed her datapad. The screen flashed on, and a new message was displayed.

----Just a Notification----
---To: Tuk’ata Squadron---
--From: Warrant Officer 2nd Class Bacredi Squadron Commander of Tuk’ata—
-Subject: Meeting-

Hello all of your since I took over Tuk’ata I have noticed that most of you do not know most of the Squadron so I have set up a night of just socializing before our mission so that you can get to know each better, so that we will move more like a unit in battle. Look at the attachment to find out which bar we are meeting at I will be there later I expect all of your to be there.

That is all

-----End Message-----

She sighed and threw the datapad in her pocket, grabbing her flask from the drawer in the table and giving the pictures one last look.

"Guess I do have a reason to go to the bar tonight. At least its in the interest of social interaction... God knows I need it."

---
Mehra arrived at the bar, taking a second to make sure she didn't look like a slob before she went in.

The first person she recognized was Vanity, sitting at a table, not talking at not drinking. Other pilots she'd never met were in the room, though not all, because she knew she was early. She liked to have a good idea of the flow of the room before it got too crowded and uncomfortable.

She walked to the seat next to Vanity, who nodded at Mehra, giving her a glance and a short "hm". A sign that she at least recognized her and didn't completely object to her sitting there. Vanity had a reputation in the squadron, and Mehra knew they'd never really get along, but damnit if she wasn't gonna try and hold a 15-word conversation with her at least once tonight.

She pulled out her flask and took a short pull, gritting her teeth for a second as the liquid burned down her throat. The alcohol burned less and tasted better than the Guroot that spiked the drink, but she never drank without Guroot powder, which she'd found was an excellent remedy to some of the nastier side-effects of drinking far too much... It also had a nice floating effect that took the edge off her social anxiety.

Mehra sighed and continued to watch the room for a few minutes, as a few more pilots filed in, and conversation began to buzz more loudly around the room. She huffed and stood up, tucking her flask away and turning immediately to extend a hand towards the nearest body to introduce herself.

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WC: 749
Wanted to leave something for whoever was jumping in next to use with ease. :P Longer than 500, waaaay overdue, but here it is, however good it probably isn't... :P
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
October 2, 2010 8:02:52 PM    View the profile of DarianRogue 
So, Darian just came back to the navy…again. Already action time, apparently. Operation Bulwark or some such. At the time, Darian and his temporary wingmate and flight leader, Cayden Tavers, were loading bags onto an electronic cart. Squadron Commander and Warrant Officer 2nd Class Zhar Bacredi ran in as this was going on. Darian and his wingmate saluted him. Darian was soon left alone, as Cayden went into Bacredi’s office.

After some unexciting shouting by higher ups, there was eventually a meeting that they had to report to on the Admiral Doreth.

“Welcome, everyone, to Task Force Bulwark, which is the leading force of Operation Bulwark. We are going up against a force that was able to decimate five squadrons of TIE fighters and two Lancer Frigates, and here is Warrant Officer 2nd Class Bacredi for our accompanying ships and squadrons,” said a Lieutenant on the podium.

“Okay, here we go: we have two accompanying dreadnaughts, the Lobo and Serenity, along with two Lancer Frigates and four CR-90s. Six squadrons: Twilight, Cobalt, Firebreaker, Spartan, along with us two, will be accompanying us,” the Warrant Officer said at his cue.

“Obviously, we have no idea what their forces are, but we will most likely be able to overcome that difficulty with numbers. They always say quantity over quality, eh?” The unidentified-to-Darian Lieutenant shuffled some papers. “Dismissed, other orders are on your datapads.”

After the meeting, Darian decided to check his datapad to see if he for some reason had any special orders. He had three messages.

The first message is as follows:

---------------------------
To: Tuk’ata Squadron
From: Zhar Bacredi
Subject: Introductions

Hello Tuk’ata Squadron. I noticed that many of you do not know your fellow Squadron mates. For this purpose, tonight, while we’re waiting to arrive at Yetton, you are to meet each other, talk, and socialize. Learn who is in your squadron. Go to the bar marked on the attached map. That is an order.

That is all.
---------------------------

Darian read the next message.

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To: Darian Rogue
From: Zhar Bacredi
Subject: Welcome Back

It’s good to have you back, Senior Crewman Darian Rogue. You may have always been a little strange DR, but you’re a good person. Glad you joined my squadron.
---------------------------

And then, the third message.

---------------------------
To: Tuk’ata Squadron
From: Zhar Bacredi
Subject: Re-placements

After the leave of “Amacuse” and some others, the squadron has been consolidated. Delta Flight no longer exists. Darian Rogue is now ?-4, Rocket’s new wingmate.

That is all.
---------------------------

At this point, Darian decided to follow his orders. He checked the map attached to the first message, and proceeded to the marked bar. There he found Rocket, Slasher, and some people he didn’t quite know.

He was immediately greeted by a random extended hand. Darian had no other choice but to take it and shake it.
The Twi’lek woman who it belonged to introduced herself as Senior Crewman Mehra Frei, callsign Lampyridae.
Darian replied with, “Senior Crewman Darian Rogue, at your service. Just call me DR. Nice to meet you.”

With that, Darian left her and went to bar, ordering the Corellian Ale that he was now allowed to have due to turning twenty-one two weeks before. Taking the ale, he went to the table, sat down (not without saluting the higher ranked squadron mates like Slasher and Rocket), and said, “Well, it’s good to be back in the navy. Warrant Officer Slasher, nice to see you again. Master Chief Rocketman, glad to have you as my wingman. Hmm… Something seems familiar about calling you my wingman. Didn’t this happen before?”

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WC: 600 exactly. I know the message about socializing isn’t the same as Rocket’s and such, but meh, a little creativity never hurt anyone.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
October 14, 2010 4:20:36 AM    View the profile of Rocketman1167 
“Maybe I was in a different wing maybe yes I think so.” Rocket says to DR

Rocket looks around the table and notices that most of the squadron had made it there.

Well looks like we are all here I wonder where the SC is.

“Get off of me you pervert.”

Rocket looks around to see who had said that and notices that it is a woman that looks like she is in her early twenties and hears, “Come on I am going on a mission tomorrow and I might not come back.”

Rocket looks at the man that is talking to the woman and notices that he looks in his late twenties and that he might be a marine.

“If you guys will excuse me I need to get another drink.”

Rocket gets up from the table and walks over to the bar and ordered another spikedriver, and hears the woman say, “I don’t care if you are a total ruthless killer I want you to leave me alone.”

The man thinks before answering, “I don’t care what you say I will get what I want.”
The man reaches for the woman to try to take her with him.

Man I hate men that can’t take a hint.

Rocket walks up to the man and says, “Look the lady here doesn’t want anything to do with you can’t you take a hint.” Rocket notices that he reeks of alcohol.

The man turns around and looks at Rocket and laughs and says, “And if I don’t what are you gonna do about it.”

Rocket reaches over and drinks his spikedriver and says, “Well how I am I can’t let a lady be in trouble and do nothing about it.”

After hearing Rocket say that the man laughs some more and says, “Well I guess I am gonna have to show you to stay out of business that is not your own kid.” After he says that he throws a punch to Rocket’s gut, but Rocket steps back and notices that eleven other people start walking over to him after he steps back.

Well this is interesting I did not know that he had buddies with him and quit a few at that. This is gonna be bad.

Rocket looks over at the table that the rest of his squadron is at and mouths barfight at them, and takes a step forward and plants his foot on the ground and grabs the man’s arm and uses his leg’s to throw him to the right and the man hits a table and breaks it and does not get back up, and turns around to face the other people walking up to him and goes into a defensive position, and waits till they make a move.

I am so not drunk enough for this damn me and thinking I have to be a gentleman. I wonder if my squadron got the picture or not I am sure that they get it now that I threw that man across the room.

OOC:
509 Words Well there it is the fabled barfight.
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October 24, 2010 2:21:57 PM    View the profile of Stewart-Power 
=====Ship's Bar=====
A hearty laugh broke whatever reverie Stewart-Power was partaking in. In the sudden silence that followed, Thel realized the laugh was his own. He then followed up the laugh with a quite chuckle directed only at himself.

Through a much more blurry vision then he remembered having before, Thel gazed out and examined the various shapes around. Blinking a few times, he could tell that he was surrounded by his fellow pilots all sitting at the bar itself. The general chatter was amiable, though he stated to smell what seemed like aggression in the air.

Turning around, he saw his wingman and flight member, call-sign: Rocketman, intervening in between a flustered human woman, and an equally drunk marine. Suddenly the marine threw a punch at Rocketman. The pilot jumped back, as Thel and most of Tuk'ata Squadron skulked forward cautiously, as a warning to the beyond drunk Marine.

Moments later, Rocketman threw the man into a table, as more large and aggressive men stepped foreword. An unspoken word passed around the bar like wild-fire, as time slowed down and everyone turned watch the imminent violence: Bar-fight.

=====Beginning of bar-fight, Ship's Bar=====
The two forces clashed against each other in a wild array of swinging fists, flying feet, and improvised weapons. All the pilots and Marines in the bar got to their feet, very few of them leaving, most of them trying their best to fight their way to the thick of it. Due to the Marines outnumbering the Tuk'atan's three to one, the squadron was literally at the heart of it. A few other pilots were here and there were holding there own against the tide of nearly overwhelming Marines. Nearly that is, had the sailors in the bar not joined the side of the pilots.

The respect for the crewmen on-board the ship went up for Thel, as he and a sailor punched out a particularly large Marine. Instead of choosing fights of his own, and suffering from his lack of melee skills, he floated from fight to fight, giving his comrades-at-arms whatever advantage he could.

On one such fight, he teamed up with Senior Crewman Lorrant Jacobs, a flight member of his, and found himself against three other marines. Each Marine had a broken glass bottle in their hands, preparing to throw them at the pair. Just as they threw them, he dodged by diving downwards. In rolled to the side and got back up just in time to a table being smashed over the head of the stunned Lorrant Jabobs. The arrogant pilot collapsed in a heap on the ground, adding more blood the collecting pool of scarlet liquis on the bar floor. His fall had gone un-noticed by the remaining participants of the fight, and the chaos continued on, un-averted.

=====End of bar-fight, Ship's Bar=====
A small group of pilots and sailors, their back against the bar itself, resisting the advances being made by the Marines; is what greeted the sight of the Naval Security Officers as they stormed the cluttered entrance of the bar. The last sound of the bar-fight was the smashing of glass against the bar counter as two sailors finished the action of creating an improvised weapon to defend themselves. 

The Marines unwillingly started shuffling their way through the bar entrance, to the inevitable court-martial they knew they would face. The pilots breathed a collective sigh of relief as their immediate problem was solved. They then filed through the door, escorted by the Security Officers, to the brig. The pilots maintained a stoic silence, while the sailors freely let the security officers know their disappointment of the fight being over and of their inevitable victory had the security officers not broken the fight up.

=====Ship's Brig=====
The command pilots of Tuk'ata sat in the interrogation room, silently listening and occasionally acknowledging the mandatory lecture of their ‘stupidity’. It finished with the departing information of the death of one of their pilots; a Tuk'atan by the name of Lorrant Jacobs.

Though he wasn't very well liked, the news of the death still left a sullen impression of the Flight Leader as they walked morosely back to the squadron to relay the news.
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  RE: Tuk'ata: Operation Bulwark
November 9, 2010 11:22:32 AM    View the profile of Rocketman1167 
Rocket looked at the oncoming marines and took a defensive stance. The first one to reach him took a shot at his chest which Rocket caught and twisted his arm till he heard a pop. After that Rocket looked around and saw that most of the other marines had gone on to fight the rest of his squadron Rocket went to the closest marine to him and pushes him into a table and hit him in the face and noticed that he hit the marine hard enough to break his nose.

The barfight didn’t last long just long enough for some people to get hurt to where they passed out. Rocket looked around and saw that the security that was called didn’t really want to get near the people fighting after noticing what they had done to the bar. Rocket started to look to the others and then turned to the security people and said, “Well we have quit a mess here now don’t we.”

“That would be an understatement you will all be lucky if you don’t get demoted for this.”

Rocket looks around at the rest of his Squadron and walks over to the bar for another spikedriver.

“Well if you ask everyone here or…” Rocket looks around before continuing “About who threw the first punch you find that I was only defending myself. Now if you will excuse me I have a bed written with my name on it.”

Rocket walks out of the bar to his room. I can’t believe I just did that I am so gonna be in for it now, oh well might as well get some sleep while I can.

Rocket enters his room to find his datapad blinking; he walked over to it and opened the message.

-----Priority Urgent-----
----To MCPO Rocketman----
---Subject: New Squadron---
--Begin Message--
-Effective ASAP-

You have been moved to Rhegent's Reign Squadron, you will find out where you fall into the squadron when you meet the SC. You know who it is from the training exercise that you had with Rhegent's Reign please report to the main hanger so you can get on the shuttle back to NHQ. We have closed Tuk’ata Squadron so that we can move all the veterans into one squadron

That is all

--End message--


Well this is unexpected they take me off a mission to move to another squadron what the hell are they thinking. Well at least I have some time to gather my things before I go back to Abrae.

Rocket packed all of his things and headed to the main hanger. Once he gets there he finds that the other pilots from Tuk’ata are there too and some of them are looking confused as they don’t understand what is going on. Rocket goes onto the shuttle and placed his stuff in one of the storage boxes.

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Well there it is there are no plot holes, also this brings an end to Tuk'ata for now.
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