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Echelon
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  VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 4, 2012 3:21:09 PM    View the profile of Echelon 
“Remember class,” Echelon yelled down the classroom, “there are three types of propulsion.” Grabbing a marker he wrote it up on the board. “Sublight, repulsorlift, and hyperdrive. Who can tell me     the differences between each one.”

And eager student at the front of the classroom immediately raised his hand.

“Yes?”

In a dry, nasally voice, the student replied, “Sublight is used in regular space.”

“Great. Who else?”

Another student responded, “Hyperdrive propulsion is used for...long distances.”

“Correct. Last one?”

The classroom fell silent, and Echelon’s eyes darted around, eager to find someone who knew the answer.

Shaking his head, he said, “No one knows what repulsorlift technology is for?”

A Twi’lek student blurted out, “Isn’t it for elevators?”

“Nope. That would be turbolift. Alright. Repulsorlift is for travelling near or about a gravity source.”

Suddenly, a bell rang, and Echelon couldn’t continue his class.

“Alright everybody! Homework: research the differences between these types of propulsion. I want 500 words on each one! Class dismissed.” Almost as if there was a fire in the classroom, all of the students rushed out of the lecture hall and onto their next class.

Echelon was a Training Officer at the Vast Empire Naval Academy. Though he only did it during off duty, it still was a lot of work. Currently, he was teaching An Introduction to Engines at the Naval Platform, the Cappadocious. The overall course was boring to the students and him. Luckily, the class only lasted a week before he would move on to move in depth courses.

Hmm. I’ve got a half an hour break. I’ll go see what Will is doing.

Walking out of the classroom, he passed countless numbers of students and trainees. Most were human, but some were other. The minority group of students, he feared, would be teased and picked on. Something he would not tolerate.

And as if he had mind powers, he saw just the situation he had feared. Down the hall was a group of large humans standing around a corner. It would look like nothing out of the ordinary if they hadn’t been staring into this corner, and punching at something. He knew someone was being beaten in that corner.

He ran over to the men. Grabbing one by the back, he pulled him to the floor, revealing a trapped Twi’lek crewman with several bruises on his face.

“If anyone of you boys try to run away, I’ll shoot you,” he calmly said, helping the Twi’lek up. Then his attitude changed. “What is this!!! I can’t believe that this happened in the academy!!! You are a disgrace! Each one of you! You’re nothing but racist pigs, which is why I’m reporting this immediately. Come with me!”

He led them to an empty classroom where he handed his stun gun to the Twi’lek.

“I’m going to get the Naval Training Commander. If they move, feel free to shoot them. That gun is an automatic, so they won’t be able to gang up on you. Make sure they don’t leave this classroom.”

Luckily, Trykon’s classroom wasn’t too far. After a moment or two or walking, he opened the door and entered Trykon’s classroom.

“A Damage Control Officer is responsible for keeping the ship alive,” Trykon lectured to the classroom. Noticing Echelon, he stopped and said, “Well, Training Officer Echelon? What is it?” Then, realizing an opportunity, he continued, “Class, Echelon is a Damage Control Officer aboard the Atrus. Echelon, if you don’t mind, could you tell the class a little bit about a DMG Control.”

Echelon, feeling a bit awkward, walked over to Trykon, and whsipered, “Actually, we have a little situation. I caught four boys beating up a Twi’lek. I believe it was racism. If I were in your position I would expel them, but I’m not.”

Trykon thought for a moment and then whispered back, “Wait, where I the students now?”

“Oh. I just left the Twi’lek with my blaster. I thought that would keep them put.”

“You know, that’s not very professional,” Trykon muttered, but with a grin on his face.

“Neither is bringing a blaster to a classroom,” Echelon jokingly replied.

“Alright. I’ll take care of them. Just stay here and tell these students about Damage Control.”

Trykon walked out of the classroom leaving Echelon to the students, which might not have been the best idea.

“Alright class,” Echelon started, “As Trykon said, I’m a Damage Control Officer. And since I’m stationed aboard the Atrus, I am THE Damage Control Officer...” A grin slowly rose across his face. “Nah. I’m kidding you. Putting me on the Atrus only makes me a little bit more insane than the average DMG Control Officer.”

He chuckled a little bit, and the class remained silent, unsure of what to do with this odd man.

“Now. Time to business! Who likes fires?!”

OOC:
Word Count: 815. This should start off the VENA story I’ve been wanting to start. Basically, what I’m thinking is that we each post about our daily lives at VENA, and then the real story begins. Man. This should be fun. Trykon, you don’t have to respond to this post. I just thought I would include you in it.
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Ellesmere
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 4, 2012 4:25:50 PM    View the profile of Ellesmere 
Michele was intently scrolling through the results of her latest batch of Trainees.  Knowing the ultimate outcome of the simulation, she didn’t so much look at the end result; she focused more on the actions her charges took as well as took the little things into consideration. She ensured their life signs and brain activities were monitored throughout the exercise; they wouldn’t die in this battle since it was a simulation but their overall well-being meant something to her. She prided herself on graduating all but the best both mentally and physically, if she discovered any health issues with anyone with an unregistered medical ailment she made sure they got checked out in the MedBay - occasionally she had to refuse them the life of piloting as she feared it would be too much strain on them and the last thing she needed was someone expiring while on duty, especially while on a mission.

Her brow furrowed as she scanned the latest results and noted that in the past few simulations, while no one required a trip to the MedBay stress levels seemed higher than normal, this was accompanied by elevated heart rate and blood pressure.

Well, I guess this means it’s time we unleashed a new sim on them; I think some form of a space battle would freshen things up a bit. Will have to ask Trick his opinion when I see him…

Turning back to the simulator, she instructed the officer on duty to fire up number Four. “I’ll give this one a go, I haven’t been in there in a while and I want to ensure my decision is a wise one”

“As you wish” he said with a sigh.

Climbing in, she felt a sense of trepidation course through her as she strapped herself in and  waited for the muffled thud that signaled her enclosure into the makeshift cockpit. As the sim powered up, displays beeped and blinked on the whirr of simulated engines wafted through a built-in speaker system.

Here goes…

Going through the motions which were familiar to her, she found herself breaking into a bit of a sweat and hoping the exercise would be over soon; as she approached the end of the simulation, she knew she had made the right decision and resolved to find her commander as soon as she was out of the cocoon she was trapped in.

Minutes later as the simulator powered down, she thanked the duty officer and was quickly on her way through the Cappadocious in search of Trykon when she heard a commotion a little farther down the hall. Picking up the pace and closing the distance at a trot, she came upon an empty classroom save for four occupants – there was a Twi’lek whom was brandishing a blaster and  glaring at three burly Humans who were equally glaring, and staring back at her.

“OK folks, settle down; you-“she said in an authoritative tone pointing to the Twi’lek “hand me that blaster; and you three, stay right where you are!” She ordered as she shut the door firmly behind her and stood a stern look on her face.

“What is the meaning of all this?” She demanded, just as they were all about to answer the door opened behind her and Trykon stepped into the room.

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WC: 553 Anyone up for a reunion?
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 7, 2012 9:55:19 AM    View the profile of Trykon 
"That is a very good question," Wyl Trykon said, taking care to enunciate every syllable.  His voice was clipped and precise, and his glare withering.  "Well, students," he continued, "who can answer it?"

The Twi'lek boy frowned, and tears welled up in his eyes.  Pointedly, though, he didn't take his eyes off the three human boys he was holding up at blaster point, nor did his arm lower in the slightest.  "I'm sorry, sir.  I don't want to shoot them, but Petty Officer Bandoran left, to get you, and they were trying to kill me!"

"We weren't either," the other boys began to protest, until Trykon interrupted.

"That's enough!" he barked.  "For a single week every year, we open up the Fortress to Naval Reserve Officer Training Cadets...  You all worked hard to get here, to prove your worth as potential officers in the Vast Empire's Navy.  Well.  Do you think you've proven yourselves, yet?"

All four of the young beings hung their heads in shame.  The Twi'lek even let down his guard, obviously mortified at being disciplined by the head of the Naval Academy.  But just as Trykon internally celebrated his successful exercise of authority, before anyone could move to stop him, the smallest human boy burst forward, pushed desks out of the way, and jumped on the Twi'lek cadet, grabbing for the blaster!

OOC:
225 words.  I told you, I'm not going to be making WC minimums for this story.  Also, I made the kids KIDS, 'cause really, Echelon, giving a gun to a student?  Lol.  This won't be official, or anything, but let's keep havin' fun with it, guys.  I like a little no-pressure CD tale every now and again. 
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Echelon
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 7, 2012 5:33:32 PM    View the profile of Echelon 
“That is why all of you, who like fires, explosions, differences in vacuum, and electromagnetic bursts, should become Damage Control Officers!” Echelon said with a wide grin.

The classroom remained silent. He noticed that some students were beginning to weep, and some sat in pure horror.

“Oh, come on guys?! Don’t let that stuff I said about what happens to a body when it is in a low vacuum environment get to you. I mean, that stuff could happen to you, but...” He stopped when he noticed he was only making the situation worse. Realizing that he wouldn’t win this battle, he continued, “Alright. Any questions?”

Suddenly he heard a few yells down the hall. Instinctively running out of the classroom, he found the anti-Twi’lek boys wrestling with the Twi’lek! And one of them had his blaster!

“Hey!” he yelled, “Don’t get scuffs on my blaster!” Then the Naval Training Commander jumped on the pile, attempting to break up the fight.

“Hey Tryk, make sure they don’t hurt my blaster!”

“I think...we should...probably...worry about...the students,” he replied, now on the floor wrestling with a student.

“Eh. You’re probably right.” Then Echelon rushed over to the fight, and began to help Trick. Pulling a boy off the Twi’lek, he threw him against the wall where he fell to the floor, moaning and groaning. After a moment, Ellesmere, another Training Officer jumped in the mess of bodies, and the wrestling match continued.

“Hey! I got my blaster!” Echelon said, yanking it out of one of the boy’s hands. Then, under closer examination he realized there was a scuff on the side. “Frak! There is a scuff on it!!! Damn you boy!!!” Enraged, he set the blaster to stun and shot one of the boys on the rear. He yelped and then lay motionless. Realizing that shooting boys is effective way to deter them, he shot the other two, though, he skimmed Trykon in the process.

“Echelon!” Ellesmere yelled, “You just shot three recruits!”

Echelon, quick to prove his actions correct, he replied, “Well, one got a scuff on my blaster!” After a stern look from the other two he added, “And...they were attacking another...trainee...”

Trykon grinned. “That’s better. Let’s get these three to the Administration office. They’ll take care of them there.”

They carried, or for Echelon’s case, dragged, the recruits toward the office where they were approached by another Officer.

“Ensign Trykon!” he said saluting, “Our Asteroid training facility has detected an enemy fleet in the system.”

Trykon, staring intently at the officer, replied, “Alright. What do we have for defense?”

“That is the problem. We only have VENA ships. All 1st Fleet ships are out of the system, but we sent a message to them asking for help.”

“What did they say?” interrupted Echelon.

“They said help is on the way, but I doubt it. They’re on the other side of VE space.”

Everyone remained silent, looking at one another. They all knew what they would have to do, and they didn’t like it.

“What does the fleet look like?” asked Ellie, the nick name for Ellesmere.

“Well,” continued the officer, “we’re not sure. They’re jamming our sensors. Though, visuals report several CR-90s and possibly some bigger ships. It is hard to tell.”

Tryk took a deep breath in before saying, “Officer, order an emergency assembly. We’re going to have to fight these bastards.”


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A few moments later, the three Training Officers were standing on a stage in front of the entire Fortress’s staff and student body. Students poured in to take there seats, and a moment later it was completely silent.

Trykon stepped forward and said, “You all know who am I. No explanation. I’ll get right to it. We’re going to have a fight on our hands. Several enemy ships, we think they are New Republic, have entered the system. They are armed and seek to destroy us. The First VE fleet isn’t in the system, thus we have to fight them ourselves. In a few moments, we will begin boarding our craft and we will confront the enemies above us. Do not be scared. Do not be frightened! These enemies wish to see you scared! Let’s prove them wrong! Remember: Loyalty, Honor, and Duty! Prove yourselves today! Fight for the Vast Empire!” A few of the students clapped and cheered. Those were the ones that would make it. The others probably wouldn’t. He looked into the crowd. They were so young. So innocent. So scared. He felt sadness. He felt guilty of leading these young men and women to their deaths. It disturbed him.

Trykon smiled, but it faded away, and Echelon guessed he had the same emotions. “Alright Echelon, take it away.”

Pressing a button on a remote, the lights darkened, and a holoprojector lit up showing the system they were in. There were asteroids, moons, and even the planet they were on.

“Alright folks. Here’s the plan,” he begun, “Trykon will naturally be the commander of this fight. He’ll oversee everything. From there you’ll have Ellesmere, our lovely lady friend over here,” he stopped, looked back, winked, and continued, “she’ll be commanding our starfighter units. You listen to her, and you’ll be fine. She’s been in combat before, and she knows what she’s doing. I’ll be commanding our capital ships. Well really Trykon will tell me what to do, and I’ll follow him. But anyway, time for the briefing.” He grabbed a stick and began to point to various places on the holoprojection.

“Here is where the enemy fleet is. We’ll come out of the atmosphere right here. From there we’ll deploy a fighter screen, and will try hit the enemy hard. They think we’re a bunch of recruits flying ships...well we are, but let’s be a bunch of recruits blowing up there ships! From there we’ll have our capital ships hidden behind the asteroid field, hiding. After a few minutes, we’ll have the fighters “retreat”. This will make them think that we’re done, but we’re not. They’ll be drawn out into the open where we hit them hard!”

The plan was something the three had come up with quick. Sure, it might have flaws, but it was the best idea at the moment. And with Trykon commanding the battle, nothing could go wrong.

“Any questions?”

A pale looking recruit stood up and said, “Won’t help from the first fleet be on the way?”

Echelon shook his head. “Nope. Help isn’t on the way.”

OOC:
Word Count: 1,087. Alright, not my best writing, but you know, as you said, low pressure! Alright, so the battle begins! Trykon, you’re welcome to change the plan, I just though up something quickly. Let’s battle these guys!
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Echelon
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 19, 2012 1:55:57 PM    View the profile of Echelon 
The deep silence of space sat unmoving around the Marauder Corvette, the Inferior. The small capital ship, 195 meters long, traveled smoothly toward the asteroid rings of the planet below. It was an oddly shaped craft. It's long body was narrow in the front, but unlike most capital ships, this one had wings. Despite the architectural design, this capital ship could fight if needed. With a large armament for a craft this size, it could take on more than the average corvette could.

In front of the Inferior was the flagship of the make-shift armada, the CR-90 corvette, the Hammer. Inside its bridge, the captain, a certain Lieutenant Trykon, commanded the shaky recruits with a powerful voice and extraordinary charisma. The recruits, psychologically disturbed by the fact that they could die in the forthcoming battle, attempted to carry out his orders to the best of their abilities, which was low at the moment. However, behind the Hammer and the Inferior were several other ships at Lieutenant Trykon's disposal. Five Warden Light cruisers, a bulky and short craft, were lined up behind four other Marauder Corvettes. Together these, and the unmentioned 200 TIE fighters, made up the defensive force for the academy under attack.

Now, on the bridge of the Inferior stood a lanky man. Standing by the viewport, he gave the occasional order before returning his gaze to the vastness of space. The man was commanding the ship, a position he had yet to be trained for, but during tough times, tough measures are made. However, he knew a thing or two about being a ship captain. The man often worked on a bridge, and he took a lot in by watching the captain of the ship. All of those days of perceptive listening and watching had paid off. This man was Echelon.

Echelon, a Chief Petty Officer and Damage Control Officer aboard the Super Star Destroyer Atrus, was, as aforementioned, the Inferior's Captain for the battle. When he realized this down at the academy, he was overcome with joy. Being a ship's captain was Echelon's dream job, and he was excited he would act as one for a short while. It would allow him to show his competence in commanding a ship. He knew it wouldn't instantly make him a Captain after the battle, but it would help him a little bit later along the line.

However, he wasn't just a captain. During this battle, he would be commanding and coordinating the academy's capital ships. This, however, didn't overcome him with joy. Coordinating several ships whilst commanding his own would surely be difficult. Though, Trykon would be commanding the entire battle, so Echelon would be commanding within Tryk's commands, but the thought of being responsible for that much made Echelon nervous. He was going to have to try his best. After all, he did partially come up with the overall plan for the battle. No matter what, this battle would be a challenge.

"Chief Finbar," called out a young sensors officer, "We're within one unit of the asteroid rings."

Echelon shook his head. The recruits operating this ship were clearly inexperienced. The fact of this made Echelon a little nervous, but you have to make due with what you have.

"Crewman...?" Echelon asked.

"Uh, Yurez...no, that's my last name, Turbo. Yeah. That's it."

"Alright crewman Turbo. Let me give you a little hint. I don't mind it, but if you call other Captains by their first name, they may throw you out the airlock."

Turbo stuttered. "Oh, um, uh, I'm sorry sir."

Echelon's smile reassured the recruit that he wasn't angry. "No problem. Just get used to calling me Chief Curtin, or Chief Echelon. But anyway, time for business!" He briskly walked away from the viewport and to the center of the bridge. "Alright everyone, it is go time! We should receive a message from Tryk in a momen-" He was interrupted by a fuzzy blue hologram of Trykon appearing.

Speak of the sith...

"Lieutenant Trykon!" Echelon stated, saluting as his did so.

The commander smiled, "At ease Chief Echelon. We're beginning to initiate the plan. Bring our capital ships around into the safety of the asteroid rings. From there, we'll wait till out TIEs "retreat". I have full faith in you, Chief."

"Commander, do we know how large this enemy fleet is?"

Trykon paused. "No because they're jamming the area around them. We have gotten some visuals though. It appears that it could be a New Republic fleet, but we're not certain. However, the good thing is that they think they're undetected. Thank goodness for the visuals from our Asteroid 13 facility. You'll do well, Chief Echelon. I'm sure of it."

Echelon nodded, but he wasn't so sure if he would do "well". "Thank you Lieutenant." With that, the transmission ended, and with a quick look out the viewport, he saw that the TIEs were beginning to launch their attack in the direction of the enemy fleet.

It was going to be a tough battle. And his prediction was very correct. Very.

OOC:
Word Count: 842. I tried to write from a different approach, and I actually think I did pretty well on this post. Feedback would be much appreciated.

Here is what we have at our disposal:
1x CR90 - Hammer
5x Warden Light Cruisers - Implacable, Derioch, Aloner, Gorantiun, and Readiness
9x Marauder Corvettes - Inferior, Ultimater, Deceive, Cantor, Democraticy, Feringuish, Jerihod, Vorium, and Werchegor
200x TIE fighters, some Interceptors, Bombers, and standards

Yes, some of the names are stupid, but I wanted something consistent to work with. Basically write about your character beginning the attack, but don’t describe the enemy fleet too much, and don’t begin to attack. That’ll happen next post.

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Ellesmere
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 19, 2012 9:48:00 PM    View the profile of Ellesmere 
In the bowels of the Inferior Michele “Ellesmere” Blondeau was tapping her fingertips against a desk she had found and was now commandeering; not too far away was a briefing room where she had assembled a small number of Trainees, 12 to be exact. While it was a simple sliver of their current forces, she could still feel the tension in the air. Sighing deeply, she steeled herself before rising from the desk she had been somewhat comfortably seated behind and made her way towards the small briefing room.

“Good to see everyone’s here” she said as she scanned the room and looked into each of the young, pale faces before her. She was tough on her trainees but these blokes seemed too young to be brought into battle, she felt like more of an education was in order as well as maturity as these people were still quite young.

Activating a button, she got the holoprojector working and simultaneously a holoprojection of herself was broadcast on all the other ships.

“Everyone listen up, you already got your briefing a short while ago but I’d like to take a few minutes and have a word with all of you” scanning the faces in front of her again, she knew this was going to be a tough one on them all and may scare them senseless as they had gotten very little education on a fighting background.

“We don’t have time to run simulations, so we’ll make do with what we have…Does anyone know anything about dogfighting?”

A young man timidly brought up his hand “I’ve read about it briefly ma’am”

Closing her eyes, she took in a few deep breaths and reminded herself that these people were mere students and hadn’t gone into any formal training. When she finally opened them, she found all eyes on her and she could read a whole lot in them. There was fear, plenty of it but too was frustration, some displayed a little anger, others were a little worried. A whole gamut of emotions was shown on these young faces, and unlike her these guys were battle-hardened as of yet. Taking another slow, deep breath she resumed speaking.

“I understand you guys are scared, I’d be too if I was your age and unprepared for what is to come in a very short time. I will do my best to lead you guys in this fight, and I can’t guarantee you all are coming back home at the end of this but I’ll do my damndest to ensure as many of you come back safe as I can now; here’s some vital reading material for you. You have twenty minutes to read through it, think of this as a pop quiz. I’ll be back then and will direct you to your flight suits and finally, your craft. Questions?”




Thirty minutes later, everyone was suited up and were being directed to their TIEs; remember the materials you read up on and follow my lead and you’ll do just fine” she said, trying to be as reassuring as possible before climbing into her own craft and going through her pre-flight checks.

As her engines warmed up and she got re-acclimated to the feeling of being in a cramped cockpit, she hoped they were doing the right thing by bringing these guys into battle. “Let’s do this” she mumbled as she stared hard at the hangar bay doors which were just now sliding open.  Keying her comm., she instructed them all on how to launch properly before taking the lead and launching  herself into the vacuum of space; surveying her surroundings she took up her position and waited for orders.

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Echelon
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 29, 2012 11:11:08 AM    View the profile of Echelon 
OOC:
Richard Ellingtum - A TIE pilot NPC


The soft, reassuring voice of Officer Ellesmere had given Richard Ellingtum confidence, and before he knew it, he was flying towards battle. He and the rest of his squad were in formation around the capital ship rendezvous point. He looked up (well, up relative to him) and saw a magnificent white and blue ring soaring high around the planet. It was truly beautiful, and it kept his mind off of the death that was about to come.

Suddenly, a blue hologram appeared on the dashboard of his cockpit. He recognized it as his commander, Leautinenant Trykon.

"Starfighters," the brilliant commander began, sparking confidence in all of the pilots, "You will begin your attack once you meet Wing Commander Ellesmere at the rendezvous point. Good luck, and follow her orders. The Academy is counting on you all, and I'm sure, you'll make the Vast Empire proud."

With that, the transmition ended. His squadron commander (and the Wind Commander as well) radioed, "Alright Raptor squad. We'll be beginning our attack soon. Let's being our approach to the rendezvous point." The squadron initiated their engines, and flew silently toward the gathering point. "Let's begin counting off. Raptor Leader standing by."

"Raptor 1 standing by."

"Raptor 2 here and ready to fight!" said one ethusiastic pilot.

The list continued till Ellesmere raidoed, "Alright where is Raptor 7?"

"Well, I've got a visual on 'em," said one pilot. "He just looks like he's sitting there..." Suddenly, Raptor 7's TIE bolted forward at immense speeds. It whipped around, and spun in various directions, and it was clear Raptor 7 had lost control.

"What the hell is he doing?" Ellesmere shouted.

Raptor 7 then seemed to regain control for a moment, but the ship began to turn randomly again.

"He's going to hit that other squad! Raptor 7! Cut the engines!"

But it was too late. Raptor 7's ship had flow too close to the other squad, directly hitting another TIE. The entire Raptor squad cringed as they saw the multi-colored explosion. It had been the inexperience of Raptor 8 that led to his downfall, and Richard wasn't sure how many other recruits would "screw up." He hoped he wasn't one of them.

Quietly, Ellesmere radioed to the other squad, "Apologies...we're both down one now." Switching back to the Raptor transmition, she said, "Continue counting off."

After a moment of hesitation, Richard raidoed, "Raptor 8...standing by."

For the rest of the short flight, they remained silent, mourning the loss of Raptor 7.

It just happened...so quick...he was there for a moment, and then...

The squadron slowed there approach as they reached the gathering point. Out Richard's viewport, he could see hundreds of TIE fighters sitting still in various formations. It was cool, he thought, to see that many small ships.

"All squadrons report in," Ellesmere broadcasted across the entire Shield Wing.

Richard quietly sat there listening to the collection of squadron commanders report in. Only two had reported casualties luckily, but a few had reported deserters. It hurt him to hear that. He knew these young recruits were very scared, and they would try anything to get out of combat. He was a recruit too, but he was going to graduate within the next month. He knew what he was doing, or so he hoped. Some of these other recruits had barely been here for a few months. He assumed some had never even touched a TIE fighter. Maybe that was Raptor 7's problem...

"Shield Wing. All squadrons, begin your approach. Good luck everyone, and remember, a man who fights hard and dies recieves more honor than one who fights little and lives. Today we fight. We fight for the Vast Empire!" Ellesmere heroicly broadcasted among the two hundred ships she had under her control.

With that, the fighter squads shot forward, and Richard engaged his throttle, following the rest of the fighters into battle, and eventually, to his death.

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His heart skipped a beat as he saw the New Republic fleet. In front of him was one mini-Star Destroyer type ship. Though, it was not mini, it was long, and from what he could see, it was heavily armed. This ship was surrounded by a few corvettes and small friagtes. Though all of which were top-notch New Republic ships.

The TIEs, now within firing distance of the ships, were not being shot at. They were clearly caught by surprise, and they were being caught up in their own sensors jamming. Richard figured they would be able to hit the fleet hard before they noticed they were being attacked.

"Raptor Squadron! Let's get over to that Republic Class Cruiser! Now!" Ellesmere shouted into her mic.

She brought her ship around and led the other 6 fighters along. They came in parrallel to the cruiser, and sped along side it.

"Fire all missiles now!" Ellesmere once again called.

Richard, engaged his weapons systems and called up the targetting computer. He then realized, with a ship this size, he wouldn't need his targeting computer. Unless, that is of course, if he could fire at something specific.

"Ellesmere," he raidoed, "Are we able to hit the ship's weapon's system?"

"Yes Richard, if you can hit it, by all means do it. But act quick, we'll be under fire soon."

Richard targetted a turbolaser cannon near the back of the ship. In front of him, he watched the other TIEs spew a mess of missiles all smashing into the ship, causing brief explosions.

I guess their ray shields aren't up...yet...

As soon as the targetting computer beeped, alerting Richard the turbolaser had been locked on, he released all of his missiles. They rocketted forward, and in a quick flash of light, they smashed into the turbolaser. He smiled, when he knew he got it. It was a good hit for a recruit.

"Nice hit, Raptor 8!" someone shouted, but they ended the transmition in screams. Richard looked to see a TIE beside him get shredded by a quad-laser cannon. The New Republic knew they were there, and the first casualty was in.

"Break formation!" Ellesmere called. "Hit anything you can until we "retreat"."

With that, Richard pulled his craft up, did a barrel roll, levelled out, and proceeded in the opposite direction from which he came.

So this is what battle is like...

OOC:
Word Count: 1,060. I just thought I would post as an NPC, since Echelon's commandeering won't come in yet.  So yeah, Ellesmere, you can just post your attack. I gave your character actions in my post, but you don't have to follow them completely.

Here are the New Republic ships. I can add more (or less) if you think the battle will turn out unfair. I want it to be more or less equal, but I want it to also be a difficult fight for us.

x3 Dreadnought-class Heavy Cruisers
x3 Assassin-class Corvettes
x1 Republic-class Cruiser
x3 DP20B Frigates
x~200 X-Wings

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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
February 29, 2012 11:33:21 PM    View the profile of Ellesmere 
Michele watched with apprehension as Raptor Squadron along with all the other, numerous squadrons all full of Trainees met up at the rendezvous point as ordered. Raptor 7’s unfortunate early end seemed to have rattled a number of those under her command; she knew that this was just the beginning of what was to come.  Taking a deep sigh, she scanned the sea of fighters all around her. Thinking that in each one was a pilot in-training, what made things harder for her was that they all weren’t in the same classes. Some were almost ready to graduate while others had just gotten started and were just now getting comfortable with the idea of being a “flyboy”.

The New Republic Fleet seemed fairly large, and the fact that they hadn’t started firing yet was a double-edged sword. It could be a blessing in that they were surprised and unprepared for the sudden appearance of a part of the Vast Imperial Navy to appear; the other thing that could be going on though is that they were studying what was in front of them in terms of enemy forces, their strengths and weighing their options. Raptor 7’s demise really didn’t look like things were going too well on the experience side of things, which they could use as an advantage.

As the NR ship’s turbolasers and ion cannons came to life, she ordered everyone to fire with everything they had in them when it came to torpedoes. I hope Trykon and Echelon can get here soon enough…We’re not going to last very long

“Everybody back off, I don’t want to lose scores of you just yet…call it survival mode!”

As she said these words she pulled up on the yoke and executed a barrel roll along with a downward spiral. Righting herself, if you could call it that – she found herself underneath the ship they had targeted and while she could still come under fire here she would be a much more difficult target. Why aren’t their fighters out yet? This fact worried her, she knew these ships had a fleet of fighters, however she was unsure of their numbers.

“Everyone, retreat a safe distance and be on the lookout for enemy fighters! I’m unsure of their number so be watchful and don’t shoot any friendlies!”

Switching channels she keyed her comm. again and got in touch with the two men she entrusted with her life. “Guys, we really need some help here, I’m expecting enemy fighters at any moment and the last thing we need is to take on these ships plus their minions. So…Ay help would be appreciated now please?”

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WC:442 a little shorter than I like but my brain's stalling  a bit and just felt like getting the party started, didn't want to go too far into it just yet
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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
March 1, 2012 9:55:47 AM    View the profile of Echelon 
"All fighters, pull back to the rendezvous point," Leiutenant Trykon broadcasted across the entire armada. "From there hold position, and when you're pulling back, make it look like you're retreating. That'll help with the little trick we're about to pull..."

Aboard the Inferior Echelon stood in the center of the bridge, handing out orders to his various underlings. At the moment, the bridge was relatively calm, and the only orders being given were minute ones. So far Chief Echelon was enjoying the role as ship captain. He liked having control and authority, but also respect. Being relatively low ranked, he often didn't get as much respect as he would like, but now, he was on top.

"Comm officer," he said directly towards a feeble bridge crewer, "Get me a link to Leiutenant Trykon."

A momnet later, a holographic image materialized in the center of the bridge.

"Leiutenant," Echelon said, saluting.

"Chief," Trykon replied.

"Do I have a confirmation to being our attack?"

"Yes, Chief. Though, wait a moment or two so the enemy thinks that our TIEs were actually retreating. How are you finding commanding a ship?"

Echelon smiled. Trykon new his lust to become a Captain. "I'm finding it superb, Leiutenant."

"Excellent. I'll leave you to it then." The transmition ended, leaving the bridge silent and still. He strode toward the viewport at the front of the bridge. There he looked out to the vast sea of ice, asteroids, and rocks that made up the rings in front of him. Just then, the sun of the system began to peak out from behind the planet. Its rays hit the blue and white rings, and they shone with magnificence and serenity. It was gorgeous, Echelon thought. Though, a few hours later, this would be a graveyard for ships. The question was, would they be New Republic ships, or Vast Empire ships?

Suddenly, a communications officer turned around from his console, stating, "Chief Echelon. Ellesmere's Shield Wing had made it to the rendezvous point."

"Excellent," Echelon said, grinning. "Begin a broadcast to all of our capital ships."

Echelon cleared his throat, before giving his orders.

"Greetings, fellow capital ships and TIE fighters. It is time to kick this plan into action. I've broadcasted detailed orders to all of your central computers, but I'll state the main objectives here as well. To begin, we'll have all of our Warden Light Cruisers meet up at the fighter rendezvous point where they'll hold. Then, we'll have the rest of our capital ships travel in the opposite direction, over these rings, and to the enemy fleet. We'll be hitting them from one side, and then we'll have all of our TIEs and Light Cruisers come in and hit them from the other. You may begin your approach now."

The transmition ended, and Echelon walked away from the communication's console satisfied. He figured this plan would be really good. The New Republic fleet would never think that small capital ships would come from behind.

"Helms crew!" he called, "Bring this ship over that rings, and to the enemy fleet. Fast though! We have to be quick!"

The helmscrew obligged, and the Maurader corvette began to pick up speed, travelling parralel to the flat rings. Behind the Inferior were the rest of the capital ships, all charging towards battle like a stampede. As they cleared the rings, the New Republic fleet became visible. Echelon gulped when he saw the size of it, but he would have to have faith. Faith in his crew, in himself, and the Vast Empire.

Only a few kilometers away, he knew it was time to begin his surprise attack. He yelled, "Begin missiles barage! Hit those corvettes!"

Almost immediately, a flurry of blue tinted missiles shot out of the ship, and slammed into the back Corvettes. Explosions rocketed where they hit, and one Corvette's engines seemed to fail. Behind the Inferior, the other Maurader ships fired their rounds of missiles, and the CR90 began to blast its arsenal at fall capacity.

Then from the front of the fleet, the TIEs and Cruisers came in at a rapid pace. The fast moving ships would be perfect for this battle.

"And so it begins," Echelon said to himself, "and so it begins..."

OOC:
Word Count: 708. A small post, but I wanted to begin the attack.

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  RE: VENA: Help Is(n't) On the Way
March 2, 2012 10:11:55 PM    View the profile of Ellesmere 
As Michele got her orders, she retreated from the cover of the underbelly of the enemy shop and sped back along to the rendezvous point; the rest of the Wing at her heels. As she neared her destination, she slowed her craft down and turned about to look over the sea of fighters under her command. Surveying the whole lot of them, she ordered a status report from each Squadron commander and made her own; once all reports were in she noted that they had lost a few fighters in their initial attack,  not much to really be noticeable and affect them in any way but a few nonetheless. Pondering what she would tell the contingent of now idle fighters, she finally keyed her comm and started speaking.

“OK guys listen up; some of you have done a few simulations and so knew what to expect, a large number of you however haven’t even undergone a simulation yet and-” before she went on any further, she took a brief  pause and looked out at the sea of idling vessels before her. She knew that Echelon, Trykon and the rest were getting ready to launch their part of the operation and so didn’t have much time. “-this will be a major test for all of you, especially those of you who’ve never been in a pilot’s seat before today. It will test what skills you have, your mental and physical abilities, your courage as well as your will for life; however it will also help you build on communication, teamwork and for some of you; leadership skills. As I told you before I’ll do my best to bring as many of you back home as I can however I can’t guarantee you all will be headed back with me. If you should be hit, but your ship is maneuverable enough to get back to one of our ships for repairs or replacement please do so. I’d rather lose a machine than a man this day. All right troops, let’s get the show on the road, I expect we’re being missed right about now”

With that, each Squadron took their positions and she led the charge back to where the action was currently taking place. As they approached the battle between the behemoths, she spotted a full contingent of X-Wings bearing down on them. While she had been expecting company for some time now she was surprised to see them emerge at the time they did.

“Everyone, as I expected we have company so get those targeting computers fired up and those weapons online, we have ourselves a mighty battle upon us. Raptor, on me!”

With that she broke away from the mass that was the various Squadrons of fresh, new recruits and sped on her way to intercept a cluster of X-Wings. Looking straight in front of her, she fired a shot from her quad-laser cannons at a fighter who seemed a little disoriented. The ensuing small explosion sent tiny shockwaves rippling through the vacuum and, to her delight slightly damaged the surrounding ships of his companions. “Get ‘em guys! Stay together as much as possible, and watch your back at all times! Your wingmate should do the same; always keep an eye on one another, this is going to get ugly before it gets better”

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