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HellKite
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 3, 2006 7:59:09 PM    View the profile of HellKite 
    HellKite whizzed carefully by Will, taking his position near the Daoshim.  Etan planted his fighter near HellKite's.  HellKite stretched his neck and cleared his vision.  Over the horizon, fighters and a huge boarding ship approached.  He readied his hands, he was going to give them a show.  The X-wings became clear, flying under the huge shadow casted by the ship. 

    "Get ready Kaph four," bellowed Etan over the comlink.  HellKite nodded and with a silent hiss, his fighter zoomed forward, heading quickly towards the X-wings.  Four, Just four, this should be easy

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    Tourock hissed.  The Zabrak put on his helmet and got ready for flight.  His heart pounded, both from anger and anxiety.  He was going to do it.  He was going to avenge his family and shoot that human out of the sky.  He made sure everything was prepared.  He had went through so much training, so much work, and this moment would be it.  The moment he had been waiting for. 

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      The Zabrak eye's began to water as he came back home.  Where his home shoud've been was now a smoldering crumpled object.  His family laid on top of the heap, dead, killed brutally.  His mother still had a shocked look, her mouth wide open, a barbed spear lodged in her chest, right in her heart.  His father had several holes in him; he was killed by blasters.  His little brother was in the worst condition.  The small creature, only 2 feet tall at the time was mutilated to the point where he was unrecognizable.  His face cut up, eyes gouged out.  His stomach was cut open, guts spilled over the heap of ash.  Some of his small ribs were broken, one of them stuck into his kidney.  It was horrid. 

    Tourock looked around at the rest of his village.  All were slain, dead with random spears protruding out of their bodies.  But his family were in the worst condition.  The zabrak looked up at the man who kept his hand on his shoulder. 
   
    "H-h-how could this have happened?" the young zabrak inquired.

    The human looked down.  "Pirates.  They have no honor.  They'll do whatever it takes to get rich.  Even kill the innocent."

    The zabrak felt a tear fall from his eyes.  His tone turned deep from anger.  "Who killed my family."

    The man looked at the smoldering heaps.  "From the marks, I can only assume it was him."  The man gave Tourock a look.  Tourock closed his eyes, his eyelids clenched tightly to each other trying to hide the tears they held back.  It was then he knew.  He was going to spend his life trying to kill Him.  The same him who was wanted across the planet for gruesome murders.  Him.  The man, no boy at the age of 17, who had a snake tattoo running across his back.  It's eyes matched his in anger.  The devil's eyes.  It's fangs dripped like venom.  The devil's poison.  Him.  HellKite of the Behemoth.


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    Tourock snarled again, his eyes shut from anger.  His palms felt sweaty.  He was burning with anger, with hate, with the need to destroy.  The engines roared as the fighter was started.  The TIE slowly moved, accelerating quickly.  And then, it took off from the gunboat.

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    Etan followed HellKite, only more slowly.  HellKite was flying unusually fast, Etan hoped he would be alright.  Still, he had no reason to not trust HellKite.  HellKite was obviously experienced, he didn't have time to get to know him but from his reckless style, Etan knew he had been a pirate.  He was reckless and fast, it made him a potent pilot.

    Etan's attention snapped back.  A TIE fighter came between him and HellKite.  A regular fighter?  Reinforcements must have came.  The TIE stopped for a minute before zooming away, flying dangerously fast in HellKite's attention.  Etan accelerated as well, wondering what it was up to.

    HellKite weaved through a web of lasers, curving away.  The X-wings seemed to be better this time.  He couldn't get close.  He flew away, preparing for another attack.  Suddenly his ship rocked, he was forced to move a bit forward and had it not been for his helmet, his neck would have snapped.  He looked at his status screen.  His right wing was red, damaged completely.  Shields were completely down.  HellKite cursed under his breath.  What had shot him?  His avenger shook again.  His right wing tore off, drifting off into space.  He tried to fly, though without a right wing, the fighter went in all sorts of awkward directions.

    He curved and caught sight of his attacker.  A TIE fighter.  What the hell?  What was this?  Betrayel?  Another shot came, catching HellKite's avenger on the upper portion of the fighter, igniting it.  He tried to fly away, moving away to some avail though his movement was completely disoriented.  The TIE behind him exploded with a heavy boom.  Parts flew into all directions as 4 concussion missiles hit it on the mark.  The TIE was gone, and so was Tourock.

    "Kaph Three to Kaph Four, the traitor's taken care off.  Get to docking, quickly!"

    HellKite didn't take the time to answer.  He accelerated and attempted to fly.  His ship quickly flew towards the nearest gunboat.  The fighter narrowly avoided a crash before clumsily moving back, zig zagging frequiently.  It started spinning.  Heading at deadly speed, the avenger flew directly down, spinning like a wheel, right towards the docking area of the gunboat.  The hangar doors opened, apparently noticing him.

    "Kaph Four, I've gotten the hangar doors to open, eject as soon as you get in." Etan was obviously worried.  HellKite wasn't exactly calm himself.  He found himself running his hands around his ship trying to find the eject button as he spun, feeling noxious and dizzy.  The ship crashed head first, rolling on the floor of the hangar.  The TIE crashed into the wall, resting against it, in flames.  HellKite found himself floating.  He had ejected in time, though he felt noxious.  He breathed through the supply in his suit.  All he could do was wait.  And float.  Like a helpless bug.



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"Where there is hell, flames follow."


"Let the wings of death cast a shadow on all your hopes."

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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 4, 2006 6:56:15 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
Etan, being preoccupied with the X-wings on his and Hellkite's shoulders, had momentarily lost his flight companion.

Barrel rolling into an Immelman maneuver, he lost two of them colliding into one another.

Doubling back, he lost the rest of the rebel squadron thus leaving him room to find Hellkite. Yet he was nowhere on the screen. Etan, beckoned. There was no reply. He hadn't seen a rebel fighter down him, which would have surely shown up on his intercommunicating on scanner.

"Kaph three to Kaph four, acknowledge" Etan called several times to no avail.

Finally, he saw his companion pilot being shot down by no other than a Tie Fighter itself. Etan rushed head-on. Almost as soon as the fighter had a second lock on Hellkite and fired, Etan had missile lock and destroyed that bogey. But, it was too late. Hellkite had suffered immeasurable damage. His fighter flew helplessly towards the flight hanger of the nearest gunboat.

Hellkite,having ejected, helplessly into space, while his Tie Fighter tumbled into the docking bay sliding and smashing against a protection wall, floated aimlessly into space, hoping even a minor shuttle might find him and pick him up.

Fortunately for him Etan had saved the day once again. Etan saw him eject, and ever so slightly maneuvered up underneath him to let him board.

Hellkite grasped the portal. Etan pressurized the boarding hull. Hellkite climbed in. Now Etan could relax. There was plenty of room for a co-pilot/pilot."Welcome aboard Buddy" Etan roared in his Wookie way." Now the fun begins. Take over piloting while I do some repairs and modifications" Etan queries while Hellkite ponders.
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 5, 2006 8:23:10 PM    View the profile of C-3PX2 
    "Sir, new contact." Kaph 5 reported, "Is it hostile?" Kaph 1 asked. "Negative, Sir. I'm receiving Imperial Transponders." Kaph 5 responded, "Let's find out who it is." Kaph 1 said. "Incoming Ship, Identify Yourself." He ordered. "This is C-3PX2; I am fresh out of the academy and have orders to assist in anyway possible." "All right, form-up" Kaph 1 ordered. "Kaph 8 joining formation," he said as joined the squad formation in the eighth position. "Kaph 8 in position." He reported as he matched speed with the rest of Kaph Squadron. "Sir, what are the current orders." C-3px2 asked. "We are to guard the Strike Cruiser "Daoshim" from attacks," Kaph 5 said, "form onto Kaph 7, he is your wingman."

    "All right everyone," Kaph 1 started, "there's still fighters out there, find them and take them out.", "Kaph 8, this is Kaph 7. Ready to begin a sweep?" Kaph 7 asked, "Roger, Kaph 8 will proceed, you take point." C-3PX2 replied. "I detect boarding craft still at the bow of the Daoshim; let's go try to take some out." Kaph 7 reported, "Copy, proceeding to target. My scanners can't pin-point the exact number of boarding craft left." 3PX2 said, "All I can tell is that there are around six totals." 3px2 continued. "Copy, it will be hard to take down six, with those X-Wings out there. We will have to be careful." Kaph 7 Said

    Kaph 7 & 8 pushed their engines to get to the boarding craft to engage them, or at the least break their formation's path towards the Daoshim. "Incoming X-Wing, 6 O'clock." 3px2 reported, "Blast past them, head for the boarding crafts." Kaph 7 said.
C-3px2 scanned previous files to try to locater the proper procedure to handle. He started to review his first flight training, over Tague, with Ryncho Denar&&

(C-3PX2 Reviews Files: "VENA_Train_Tauge_177")   
    "Ok Squad Listen up, this is your last space training exercise before we move on to atmospheric training."  Desus One Said to the training squad. "We will use training drones to simulate "Incom T-65 X-Wing" Fighters. You objectives will be to shoot them down using the skills you have learned in training." He continued, "They will be shooting back, using blanks of course. You on the other hand will be using live rounds, so watch your shots." He sent them off in formation and had the droids go after them. "There are three over here. "Desus 4 Reported.
(File Review Interrupted)

    "Kaph 8! He's Right Behind Us! Can you Hear Me!" Kaph 7 reported to Kaph 8. A single X-wing was at their Six, and was firing on the trying to destroy them. "I'm hit, but not bad. I can still fly it, at 96%." C-3px2 reported, "We got to get this guy before he gets us." They were about half way to the boarding crafts, there was no turning back. They would have to think of something, and quick. But the only problem was they didn't know what they could do.

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 5, 2006 8:55:12 PM    View the profile of Jaden 
Edited for your Enjoyment Than

Jaden watched in horror as the Munin began firing all of its power at the Doashim from the portside of the immensely large strike cruiser.  The Hugin had now taken the starboard side of the Strike cruiser and was pounding from there also.  Any pilots needing to get out of the Doashim were now doomed.  The hanger was covered so well that pilots couldn't even get back to the ship.

Allied casualties were now starting to rack up.  The gunboat squadron was now down to a small 4 members.  Kaph had now lost almost all of its third flight.  A betayal in the area had been marked, and there would be a further investigation in the crisis to figure out what happened with the mole in the system.

There were now 3 enemy assault transports left in the area, two of them were lodged onto the Doashim, but all troops that had attempted to enter the area were easily taken out, as there was a large number of troops aboard the Doashim.  One lone transport was left in the area, attempting to make an escape from the ship it had come from, the Xuthus.

"Nazgul two to one, whats the status on our boarding craft?" questioned Jaden as the flight of three skimmed overtop of the Doashim, barely missing the fire from the turbolasers.

"6 boarding craft still in the area, lookings like we haven't lost one.  They have nearly made their way to the Hugin, but we're going to have to follow them up and draw the turbolaser fire away from them so they can make it.  Heads up, 4-A-wings straight on, about 3 klicks.

Jaden was now more relaxed as the flight fell into tight formation, coming off of the nose of the Doashim and straight on at the A-wings.  Jaden noticed that there were two lone TIE's behind the A-wings, coming up rather quickly.  It was Trevor and Raigen.

"Nazgul flight one to Three, you boys look like you've got the idea.  Let off a few missiles and lets round these A-wings up and get over to those boarding craft," said Jaden

"Thats affirmative two, we're moving in now.  Nearly have missile locks," said the familiar voice of Trevor.  He seemed to be laying back in this mission, getting the job done, but not letting himself get caught up in the major action.  He was a damn good pilot, and he knew how to keep himself alive in some of the dimmest situations.

Jaden pulled his missile's back up and quickly got a lock as the flight approached the A-wings.  They were in a square formation, covering eachother as they knew they were getting boxed in.  The TIE advances were much more than a match to the A-wings, and Jaden could nearly taste the fear of the pilots as he let off two missiles at the lead A-wing.  The pilot had no idea what to do, he quickly went into a spiral dive, one of the missiles over shot him, but two were still on his tail.  One made an explosion just at the edge of his aft shields, sending them right down, and the next missile made direct contact, ripping the engines right off of the fighter.  The pilot managed to escape his death though as he ejected.

Amason had now taken up one of the other fighters, manuevering in and out of the fire from another A-wing that had taken up a position right behind him.  Jaden hopped the fighter over on the portside panels, coming up right behind the rogue A-wing that was making its mark for Amason.

"Three, I got your six, take that mark down and lets get this job done," said Jaden, without realising that Shazam had just taken out one of the other A-wings with ease.

"Commander, aren't you showing off a bit?" said Jaden, chuckling a bit though the radio.

Shazam just gave a laugh back though the radio, letting Jaden know that he wasn't too relaxed to give a shit about what was really going on.

Jaden pulled the trigger, letting off three quad bursts into the aft shields of the A-wing, throwing him off of Amasons six and into a spiral dive.  All these rogue pilots were doing was sticking their heads into the ground, and their asses straight out into the air. Bad decision my friend....

Jaden pulled up missiles quickly and dummy fired one as he rushed in on the ass end of the fighter.  The missile collided with the shields, but at a cost.  Jadens fighter shook as he pulled away, barely making it out as the missile hit his nose shields, throwing them down to a mere 30%.  He just brushed it off though, knowing that it would be alright.  With two more cannon bursts, the A-wing had lost its sensor array and was now blind.  Jaden hoped that he had also cut off communication, so that the rebel pilot would know that he shouldn't have even taken the chance of leaving the hanger.  With one last shot to the engines, the fighter combusted from the inside, letting off some beautiful explosions at that.

Amason had now taken care of his A-wing, and the flight was back in formation.  Shazam lead as they fell into a large arc, coming back around from near the planet of Nestamos, back into the area of the Corellian Corvette, the Hugin.  Jaden watched as 3 A-wings and 2 -wings came into play from just behind the Munin, across the top of the Doashim towards the boarding craft that were making their run for the Hugin.

"Nazgul flight one to three, form up and head straight in for those A-wings.  We'll deal with the X-wings, and then give you some assistance when were finished.  Those boarding craft need to get where their going."

Jaden was so intent on giving all of his cannon power to his shields to get moving along quicker not to noticed that two more A-wings were flanking them from the portside, along with, the Tie Fighter that had betrayed earlier.  It was no ordinary though, it was one of the Vast Empire Navys own Tie Advances.

"Nazgul two to rogue fighter, you better grab your ankles and kiss your ass good bye.  You made a very bad decision this time," but what Jaden hadn't realized was that this pilot was much more than meets the eye.  Before Jaden knew it, the A-wings had hopped right on top of them with all they had, directing the attention from the rogue Tie Advanced.  The fighter pilot definently knew what he was doing as he came around to Jaden's six, letting of four missiles.

"Jeez!" yelled Jaden, letting off the chaffs, going into a direct spiral dive, attempting to avoid the missiles, but he had been to late.  With one quick adjustment, he put all of his shieilds to his aft, hoping it would save him this last time.  One missile collided, violently rocking the fighter.  Jaden let out a hissing sound as the panels within the fighter caught fire, and electrical fire.  The first missile had for sure taken out his sensor arrays, not to mention the had an already damaged communications, but that was now gone.  He fighter lunged once more, with one last effort to get away from the last missile that was still on his ass.  Jaden pushed the fighter with all he had.  Even with his top speed of 130 mglt, he couldn't get away from the last missile.  As it collided, Jaden knew it was over this time.  The panels within the fighter exploded, sending electical pulses throughout the inside of the cockpit, shocking Jaden profusely, nearly knocking him unconcious, but to his dismay, Shazam had gotten the fighter off of him, in a quite brave rescue attempt.  Jaden picked himself off of the dashboard and quickly extinguished the fires with the small fire extinguisher aboard.  Though he had put out the fires, secondary power supply was out, and the auxilary systems had failed.  His fighter was barely moving at a mere 50 mglts as the engines whined.  He had now no contact with his allies, communications were out, and he would now have to make one last attempt for the hanger.  His vision was blurry, but he could see it out of his right eye.

Jaden could taste the blood as he attempted to use the last of the power from the weapons systems towards the engines to give them that last, little boost, but Jaden knew that this time he would not make it.  The Hugin had the hanger covered with its turbolasers.  Jaden poked around helplessly at things in the fighter.  He lit off his beacon, letting them know that he was in grave danger.  2 klicks to go Jaden watched on the last monitor that he had, and just in time, two TIE advances came to his nose, like a guide towards the hanger.  They were setting up a box around him as his fighter drifted towards the hanger.  Jaden only hoped that they would make it past the turbolaser fire and into the hanger.

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Jaden awoke on the ground of the hanger, medics rushing towards him as the lights from the top of the hanger cut his vision.  He felt around his body.  His right leg was fine, his whole body felt fine, but his right arm seemed to have shorted out in the process.  He had now no control over it.

Jaden could feel himself being lifted up onto a hover sled right before he passed out, and he could only hope that this wasn't the last time he was awake....

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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 6, 2006 8:40:30 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
"You know, I think you are the only pilot in my whole career as a mechanic that has had a full payload after making a mid battle pit stop," commented the mechanic doing a quick check on Than Sion's fighter.

"Well, I guess I just love the cannons so much that the missiles are forgotten sometimes," replied Sion. 

"I replaced the filter, you are good to go," said the mechanic.

"Thanks," said Than while vaulting himself into his fighter.

Control gave him immediate clearance to take off, which was not surprising.  Even though he was in big trouble, they couldn't afford to "ground" anyone in a fight like this.  They needed every pilot out there doing damage.

Colored streaks of death began to fill his viewport, which is when he noticed the Hugin covering the hanger side of the Imperial's Strike Cruiser.  He had just made it out before he would have been pinned there.  Quickly after getting his baring, he caught an unidentified fighter coming into battle on his radar.  After a short com channel exchange, it was revealed that the mystery pilot was actually reinforcements for flight 2.

"Kaph 5," Skylla's voice was shaky, "they are all gone!"

"Who is all gone, Nine?" asked Than Sion, half knowing the answer that he dreaded.

"Kaph 12 was a trader, he killed Ten and then almost killed Hellkite!  I am a failure; I can't even lead a flight of advanced fighters without them getting all killed or thinking I am so bad they go over to the other side.  Don't lie to me, you think the same thing!"

Before Than could answer, he saw something that was more frightening then those that had perished.  An X-Wing fighter was chasing his two recruits and beating them up pretty good in the process.  Forgetting the conversation in entirety, he brought his fighter down fast in order to catch the X-Wing before he could take more lives from Kaph.  The G's he felt were oddly refreshing.  He had made the dive a little too quickly; he went into a barrel roll so he wouldn't over shoot.  The snub fighter didn't notice him until Sion pumped a few shots into his six.  But this would be no easy kill, for the same skills that allowed him to take on two advanced fighters (regardless of the fact that those piloting the TIEs were green) also allowed the NR pilot to keep Than from getting into his "elbow" so soon.

Then something Than Sion hadn't experienced for a long time happened without warning, the enemy fighter was no where to be seen.  Then he felt his fighter jolt, the enemy was on his six!  I hate X-Wings, thought Than to himself as he started pivoting his fighter around to avoid enemy fire.  But Than Sion wouldn't be bested so quickly either, for the two pilots were equals in their art.  Sion was able to use his fighter's better turning to bank right, bringing himself into a turning battle with the enemy.  Both kept on trying to get a shot on the other, but both refused to let the other "tag" them.

The voice of a complete stranger entered Sion's ears.  "I will not lie, you are a worthy opponent.  Killing you would seem like such a  waste of your skills.  So I make you an offer, leave your oppressors and join us."

"I have a better one," replied Sion.  "Join us and we will give you a new fighter so you don't have to fly that POS any more."

The X-Wing pilot just laughed.  It was weird, the conversation was like that of two friends playing a game of 3D Chess when it was truly two military men trying to kill the other.  Many odd things could happen to a pilot in a galaxy this big...

(OCC: No one try to help me out, he is all mine.)

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 6, 2006 10:08:26 PM    View the profile of Darius 
Darius dropped the concussion grenade into its rightful pouch and rallied his flight members.

"Do you always take all these..." Hunter paused, attempting to find the right words, "Weapons with you on missions."

"Well," Darius started, "I packed light on this one.  We're not in the atmosphere and there is a slim to none chance and a crash landing survival."  Hunter smiled at first, but after examining Darius stern facial expressions, he lost the smile and was once again perplexed.

"You're not serious are you?"

"He's always serious," DJ commented, standing behind Hunter in the frigid hanger.

"I'm going to take that into consideration," Hunter noted.

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Captain Lance Bridger rested his chin on his fisted hand, examining the hanger bay through the view screen.  He rotated in his command chair and faced his security officer.  "Who do we have left?"

"Only fifteen men with extensive combat training.  The bridge crew members haven't fired a gun in years.  I would suggest --"

"Nothing commander, you're not in charge," Bridger barked.  "We obviously can't try another frontal assault."  Bridger arose from his chair and stuck his finger into the live feed holo, where Darius was coordinating the Imperial offensive.  "Get the men in here, this man is our problem.  He's heavily armed, almost as if the Imperial scum had anticipated our fortress and sent him here to eliminate our presence."

"Yessir," the commander said and turned, briskly marching to the corridor, then to the mess where the remaining security force was assembled and arming.

Bridger examined his enemies, watching the holo intently.  "Do we still have the link with that mechanic in the hanger?"

"yessir," the communications officer quickly snapped.

"Maintain com silence and...," Bridger started, but stopped.  There was one remaining holocam in the hanger.  Darius looked up and Bridger shivered, fighting the phantom shiver in his back as the Imperial pilot made eye contact with him through the camera, the helmetted visage a haunting sight.  Within the blink of an eye, Darius had drawn his blaster and obliterated the holocam with a hip shot.

"Get the mechanic, I need to know what they plan to do," Bridger said, the hope had left his voice even though they out numbered their enemy.

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Darius holstered his blaster and continued, "we have to be fast.  The asteroid has to be closing in on the Doashim.  Time is limited and there is somebody spying on us DJ!"  The Imperial Flight leader drew his covetted sword of his long dead father and ran to the corner of the hanger where the empty cargo containers were being store.  Stacks began to fall as a scrawny, young mechanic tried to scramble away.  Within seconds, Darius was on the young lad and with sword to his neck, he began his interrogation.

"What did you hear and what did you relay?!" Darius demanded, puting the slightest amount of pressure on the boy's neck.

"N-n-nothing," he stammered.  DJ arrived and using his enormous amount of strength, picked the mechanic up and brought him up to his face.  The boy dropped his comlink and Darius picked it up, examining it first before crushing it in his hand.

"He tells the truth seven," Darius said, sheathing his sword.  "But we now have a way in."
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 7, 2006 8:18:24 PM    View the profile of Cyleaf Aehait 
Time had seen to be at a standstill. Everything was a swirling black abyss formed of disjointed thoughts and emotions. It was if the vortex was devoid of light, pain seemed to be the most dominate emotion running everything cascading towards the center. Even in the darkest night a tiny glow worm could illuminate vast distances. Though to him time could not be measured what appeared to be a pinpoint of brilliant light began to grow into the vastness of a sun.

Was this the sensation that I had gone through so many ages ago when seeing for the first time? He was delirious in thought, and as the brightness seemed to dim a vision of Than standing over him with a look of concern he had never thought would cross that hardened face even in the heat of battle. Well at least not for him. Trying to speak, to tell the Human thank you, how the sight of him increased his hopes. But nothing came out, he couldn't speak or move it was as if he was frozen in carbonite and could still see.

Sheer panic seemed to draw the beast out of the black abyss. It moved silently, he was unable to see anything but its jaws as it swallowed up the ball of light plunging him back into darkness.  The feeling of being compressed, having the life force squeezed out of you like the vacuum of space wracked his body with pain. He could feel it, the sleek exterior sliding over him in a lover's embrace that only would invite death not pleasure.

Though unable to see in the darkness, it was as if he saw its mouth in his mind, its fangs glistening with razor sharp edges. Some say that if something happens to you in your dreams that it could possibly affect you in real life, which is not the case. All that happens is your mind feels the pain and sends it out to your nerves giving you a start or making you scream. A part of Cyleaf wanted it to be real, wanted to be free of all this pain and as the feeling of those teeth piercing his chest if he could have screamed the sound might have been heard in the vacuum of space.

Again the feeling of time without meaning, endlessly stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but talk to your in-laws, how horrendous would that have been? If Cyleaf had in-laws he might have took that instead. Again light seemed to come out of nowhere, not slowly this time but rapid, engulfing him. Opening his eyes he saw trees, fronds and other jungle fauna. His ears perked up to the sounds of creatures frolicking and preying in the bushes. The scent of crisp clean air assaulted his nose; this was mixed with the intoxicating aromas of flowers and plants.

The Zabrak found himself in the jungles of Imous III, that was at least what his sense told him but he was indeed in the jungles of his psyche. He was going on a journey that would make or break him. Cyleaf was going to have to decide whither he was going to die making Than's sacrifice in vain, or if he had the willpower to live. On the inside he was fighting against himself, while the medics desperately tried to identify what had caused him to crash his fighter and go into seizures.

Looking around at his hands Cy was astonished to find that he could move them, and his feet followed the commands to walk forward. There was only one way to go in this jungle and that was forward. Bracing himself for what he might face the Zabrak shrugged and stepped forward.

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 7, 2006 8:37:53 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Turing battles are one of the most annoying things in fighter combat.  Every time the snub fighter would move into Sion's firing arch, the enemy pilot would fly out of it before Sion could get a lock.  They could fly in circles around each other forever, but that wouldn't get them anywhere.  Sion pulled his fighter into a hard dive and then into a high G spiral.  Than Sion shrugged off the tunnel developing in his vision, no one could afford to black out in battle and especially when in the middle of a dog fight.  Half way through the turn he pulled back on the sticks hard and barrel rolled to put himself upright in aspect to the enemy snub fighter.  He had used his fighter's greater turning radius to get on the enemy's Six.

"What did I say about that fighter of yours, Rebel?" remarked Sion as he scored a few shots.

The enemies response was a hard turn to the right, spots appeared in Than's site as he followed the turn; he was still recovering from his last high G experience.  But no amount inertia was going to put Than Sion out of the fight, he had a single purpose right now and that was to send this NR scum back to hell where he belonged.  The only way out of this engagement was the destruction of the enemy or in a cloud of superheated gas.  The enemy wasn't being an easy target, juking and jinxing and then making sharp turns in a completely random pattern.  He armed a missile but didn't attempt to get a lock.  He just had to get the X-Wing pilot to move a little to the left.  He did this simply by sending quad bursts to the starboard of the enemy.  He would have to work quickly if he didn't want the enemy to derive from its current course.  He then dummy fired the explosive bundle of joy into space.  It missed the enemy, hitting a stray asteroid ahead and to the left of the enemy.  The space rock, about the size of a large fighter, began to move rapidly from the energy added to hit from the blast.  It moved to the right, into the vector of the enemy. 

It was too late for the enemy to even attempt to blast the rock out of his way.  Than Sion felt an odd feeling of relief when the enemy pilot was able to eject that contradicted his earlier intent to kill.  Sion flew in close in order to be picked up by the enemy's helmet comlink.

"Checkmate," said the Imperial pilot, "just got to love unconventional tactics."

"At least I lived to learn from it," replied the Rebel.
 
With that the peculiar event ended, but Than Sion had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be the last time that they met.

"Kaph 8 to 5, I was beginning to think that we wouldn't have a flight leader.  That would be most unfortunate."

The cold logic of the comment along with the synthetic voice sent a shiver down Than's spine.

"Well, Eight, I guess somebody wanted me around a little longer," remarked Sion.

"I guess a lot of people do."

That was too cold.  It was almost...machine like.  But that was impossible, not even the NR would do such a thing.  It had to be some kind of high tech translator that had very little quirks to it.  The Empire would never put a droid brain in such an expensive chassis, nor would one have such an advanced vocabulary.  The use of a pilot droid in a military fighter was unheard of.  He began going through the list of species that were considered cold hearted by human standards...

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 11, 2006 6:38:27 PM    View the profile of Shazam 
"And what do you think you're doing?" Presi Onan stared down at Warn Elich as he appeared on the view screen.  The young man recoiled slightly in surprise, then, attempting to hide any weakness he may have exhibited in front of this woman, he became straight and retorted-

"Saving our sister ship!"  How dare he?  Onan didn't wait even a moment for him to gather any momentum, instantly tearing into him as well as giving him a sizzling death glare-

"On who's orders?  In no way had you any right to endanger the men aboard your ship..."  The crew surrounding her was quiet in the current quell, but they were working diligently to bring about some change in thier ships battered condition; how has this happened?.

"Sometimes we have to make our own orders, commander- I'll be glad to fill out a report as soon as we get the hell out of here."  That little puke...  "In the meantime, if you wish you to stop..."  There was a hint of a smile on the young man's face, his brown eyes melting as his thoughts transmuted to words, satisfying that eve consistant wish that ever consistant wish that he'd said something another way- "come get me..."  The image died and Onan stood in a rage for a quarter of a second before making up her mind.  Snapping her fingers, she shouted over the commotion-

"Get me Obili, now!"  Her communications officer wasn't so afraid of her, but he figured it best not to remind her of her manners right then.  Of all the nerve...  I knew something like this would happen- dammit!

"Yes, commander?"  Cog Obili stood before her with a calm expression on his face, though tired eyes told his life story; Presi nearly forgot her rage as she compensated for her leader's presence. 

"Things have gone too far, Obili- we've lost too many men for our small enterprise- I simply can't put up with this."  She tried to sound harsh, but the words simply didn't cut into Obili as they had former superiors.  Cog was quiet for a moment, nodding though as if she and he had been on the same side in the matter.

"And do you propose these Imperials chase us out of system?  We still have four functioning ships..."  Why did he have to word it in such a manner?  "We've been hindered, yes...  We've been hurt, yes...  But have we lost?  Its time we focused all our strengths on winning the battle instead of worrying about lesser objectives..." Am I following him again?  Run already!  You've paid your debts to him by now, he doesn't need you anymore...  No, this is the time he needs you most...  RUN!

"Agreed, Commander, but how can I work when your prodigy goes on his own crusade to save the Hugin?  He's openly defied me and I can't assist until he gets out of the way; even then we're long range."  She brushed her short blonde hair back so that her eyes appeared more favorable, the dim light created from her bangs had dilated the pupils, making her appear lovely rather than perturbed and dictating.

"As I see it- you haven't much place to go anyways- I suggest you find alternatives to your hasty disposition- the only way you're crew is getting out of here is if we win this battle.  That's all I have for you right now, Commander..."  Obili blinked out as Presi Onan stood thunderstruck; it was true- she was trapped in this battle as well as her relationship with Obili- she could never truly repay her debt.  For months she'd considered that, just perhaps, she was being drawn into a greater conflict with no happy ending in sight; this was the final straw.  If only...  She bowed her head for a moment before noticing that some of her crew had been watching her. 

"Let me know when you have something to report- keep us safe in the meantime."  And she left.

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"Two?  Two!  Do you copy, Two?"  The craft below him shuttered as it took its final hit from the TIE Advanced- one of thier own.  Shazam flew on instict, cutting back on the throttle slightly to sharpen his turn radius and hasten the drop, quickly converting his cannons to sporatic fire.

"Comin in, One," Amason said, though Shazam couldn't see him yet.  The commander found himself travelling at an angle, arching slightly so he could cut through the mass of A-wings as they split and hunted for targets, the lone TIE Advanced readying for a kill shot.  Not today you sick son of a bitch...  Shazam eyed it, pulled back on the trigger and nearly smiled when his first shot nicked the Advanced fighter.  Holding down the trigger, the commander noted the remarkable skill the enemy fighter suddenly possessed, as if he had a premonition on the trajectories of each shot, barreling and weaving perfectly as he dropped out of the elbow and allowed Jaden to drift freely.  Shazam would have wiped his forehead but he was still busy- chase your kills...  He remembered Comprey Courtney talking about the right time to engage a fighter for a pro-longed period of time, going for that kill-shot...  Shazam checked to see if the A-wings were still splitting, then inverted and pulled up sharply to bring him into a dive before snap-rolling and twisting another way to pick up the rogue TIE Advanced.  Where'd you go you slimy...  The sensor didn't go off because the fighter must have dumbfired, but Shazam had begun looking at his rear-sensors after noting the enemy's skill.  Rolling to port, the commander let his right hand deal with shields as his left worked like a radomizer, averting cannon fire from behind as the TIE Advanced tried to get an even shot.  He's sloppy...  something in Shazam's mind noted as he succesfully reverted power to his shields. 

"Two As on my a.s.s.- any help would do!"  Amason was at least drawing fire from Jaden; poor guy..., he thought as he found the courage to spin through the pursuing Advance's fire arc.  Taking less damage than he'd thought after passing directly through the beams of green energy, Shazam's continued to the role, forcing his bogie to pick up speed and pursue at a more dangeruos angle.  Extending the timing of the maneuver, Shazam closed the weapon's envelope against him and effectivelly freed himself of the enemy TIE Advanced's grasp.

"Good shooting, levin', pick up some of those fighters, now!"  Trevor?  Perhaps he'd underestimated the worth of the flight leader as group three of Nazgul suddenly barred into the fight, ripping in between Amason and his tail-gaiters.  Shazam grinned, noticing that the Advanced lingering behind him seemed hesitant to continue his pursuit- he was good but he didn't want to get his ass blown out from under him just because he wanted to take out some hotshot.  That was enough time, though...

Then, in the blink of an eye, the TIE Advanced was obliterated as green tracers tracked away from the Doashim and blasted into the hull of the fighter.  "Good shooting!  Whoever the hell that was, nice shot!"  Shazam had gone off and underestimated the aim of his fellow ship's gunners!  And thank goodness! he thought in relief, seeing an opportunity to come to Jaden's rescue now that the former VE pilot had been taken care of. 

"You have you pilot, Nazgul Ten, to thank for that- she recognized that our system's had the advanced linked into our computers already.  We just let the machines do the work..."  What's that?  A friendly dispatch?  You're kidding me!  Then the news hit him- Toki had been useful in this battle?  This surprise was mounted upon the pile of bad reports he'd been getting from Trevor since their entrance into the asteroid field- something had Tokijin shaken up and it had been making her fly like crap; bout time I heard some good news...

"Didn't know you knew the difference between our fighters and the rebels, Nine- good show."  Raigen talking back again?  Then he heard Trevor chuckle as he announced the kill- perhaps things were getting better in that flight after all.

"Looks like they're runnin scared, folks!" Amason announced, finding his way back to Shazam, the two X-wings apparently having had enough for thier run. 

"Agreed- get this ship boarded in the meantime!"  Shazam gave out the order without any real specifics as he rose to meet Jaden; he was still floating hopelessly, flashes of light emitting from his viewport every once in a while.  The commander glanced ahead to see the not to distant Doashim- at last!  Then he noted the red cannon fire sprouting from below- the Hugin was still in busines and not about to let Jaden escape...  Shazam glanced at his shields- it'll be enough...  The commander dropped down and made an ugly face with his shields as he took the brunt of thee glancing cannon blows, Amason double-layering shields as Jaden continued into the Doashim.

(I've made it look like most of the fighters are cleared, and/or occupied with Nazgul Flight 3- how are the fighters facing Kaph?)
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 11, 2006 9:37:14 PM    View the profile of Jaden 
Jaden awoke abruptly in the small completely white room aboard the Strike Cruiser Doashim.  He looked down to notice he was laying down, things hooked up to him all over his body, but yet he felt as if nothing had happened to him.  Jaden quickly detached all of the things from his body and stood up, but he seemed to have limited use of his right hand.  What the hell happened?

Jaden pressed the panel to the right of the door and quickly exited, but was nearly tacked by three nurses and a doctor.

"Sir, your going to need to get back in that bed, thats an order from the Medical Officer aboard the ship," said the Doctor

Jaden threw the nurses off of his arms and faced the doctor a few inches from his face.

"You....will NOT tell me what to do.  I'm a pilot, your in medicine.  You have no IDEA what my obligations are to this Navy as a pilot, and I promise you I WILL go back out there, do you understand me?" said Jaden, keeping his face as still as possible.

The doctor backed up, shaking a bit from fear.  "Go as you please sir"

Jaden went into a full spring down the hall, coming into a room filled with droids and an officer for them.

The man stared blankly at Jaden.

"What are you doing here?" asked the man

"I need 2 C-63 mini circuits and 1 set of BC-70 wires," said Jaden, rushing the man.

"Uh, sure, I've got just the thing," said the man, getting into the nearby storage container.  He presented the items in just a few moments, handing them to Jaden.

"You can go ahead and charge those to whoever the hell you want," said Jaden as he ripped the thick flesh from the metallic plate of his forearm.  The flesh fell on the floor as he exited the room, and Jaden heard a gagging sound.  Just what I thought He'd do said Jaden.

Jaden already knew that the mechanical part of his right arm was shorted out from all of the energy that had passed through it before, but he hoped that was the only thing that was wrong with it, because he estimated that there was a lot of power that passed through his arm.  If it wasn't for his arm, Jaden knew that he wouldn't be walking right now.  Nearly all of the energy from the conduits in the ship had passed through his arm, some of it hit his body, which was making Jaden feel a bit weak at the moment, as if he hadn't slept for a couple of days.

Jaded quickly rewired the systems on his mechanical part of his right arm and it immeidately came to life.

Just like brand new......

Jaden rushed down the hall, feeling the shots from the cruisers hitting the Doashim every couple of minutes.  Gunners and Techs were still scrambling through the halls as the klaxons blared and red lights flashed all around.  Within a couple of minutes, Jaden had made it to the hanger.  It was complete chaos.  Turbolaser fire was pounding the ship from the Hugin all around the area of the hanger.  Jaden only hoped that someone would make a small distraction so that he could get out of the hanger and back into the fight, but to his dismay, no TIE advances were in the hanger.

Jaden found the lead technician and quickly questioned him.

"Have you got any spare fighters in the area, anything that will fly and has some shields?"

"Yes sir, we've got a Tie Interceptor.  Now, I'm not telling you that all of the systems are completely up to date, its an old model and it hasn't been run for ages, but it'll fly and shoot," said the Technician

Jaden quickly spotted the hanger and thanked the man for the directions.  After arriving at the fighter, Jaden popped the canopy open and slipped into the fighter, smelling the must of a former pilot that had used it, but the dust had been collecting on all of the monitors in the fighter.  The tech was right, the thing hadn't been used for years.  But, it had full fuel, so Jaden began to start up the fighter.  Within a couple of minutes, all systems were go.  Jaden quicly switched over to the Nazgul frequency.

"Nazgul two to Nazgul leader, do you read me?" said Jaden, hoping that someone would come out on the other end, that person being his commander, Shazam.

"Am I hearing things?" said Shazam, "Whats your status two?"

"I'm in the hanger and I've got a fighter, and Interceptor, and its prepped to go, but I need you and three to create some kind of diversion so I can get out of here, because that fire from the Hugin isn't helping me out at all"

"Alright, we'll be on a flyby right now, we're coming around.  Go on my mark," said Shazam

The repulsor lifts on the fighter activated and Jaden neared the fighter by the entrance of the hanger.

"Go," said Shazam

Jaden could see both of the TIE's flash by the hanger, all of the fire from the Hugin shooting right at them.  Jaden punched the throttle and went into a roll to the right, coming up nearly right behind both of the fighters.

"Good to be back," said Jaden

"Form up, we've got work to do," said Shazam

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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 11, 2006 10:51:39 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
"Kaph three to squadron. do you read us?" Hellkite repeated into the comlink while Etan made repairs and modifications.
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 12, 2006 4:47:36 PM    View the profile of Shazam 
Shazam grinned like an idiot as Jaden reported in, giving order quickly over to Amason- it'd only been about fifteen minutes and his XO was back in business; remarkable.  A few thoughts penetrated his thick skull, but he willed them out, figuring the corpse behind the wheel of that interceptor would be better than no back-up at all; what am I saying?  Despite the ludocrosy of his last comment, he inverted his fighter after making a sweep of the hanger, pulled up, and came back the opposite direction.  Amason hadn't said much when Shazam gave the order, but he could feel tension on the end of the line- the judge wasn't happy.  But what could they do? 

"Good to be back," Jaden said as bolts of red energy laced across the black vacuum- perhaps they'd taken too great a risk to clear him.  Shazam took a glancing blow, Amason doubling up shields once again, but it was enough to startle him and drop his shields back down into the thirties. 

"Three As on our six, Nazgul One- what would you like to do?"  There wasn't an obvious mockery in it, but something in the midst of Shazam's own paranoia clicked and felt the weight of a personal attack.  He would have to ignore it...

"There's three of them and three of us- make 'em earn it..."  Shazam glanced at the rear sensor display only momentarilly, the first hit on his back-deflector enough to throw him into a tight immelman; Jaden and the judge split into opposing direction, the three of them creating an upside down 'Y'.  Shazam glanced back, inverting after letting his dive bring him down a ways- where'd you go?  Shazam glanced at his radar but he was moving too quickly to decipher who was who...  I think I'm getting worse...

"You alright, Ten!"  Trevor shouted it and it sounded urgent, but it was drowned out by the whine of the TIE Advanced as it lurched right, then banked hard to port; there you are...  The A-wing was already moving quick- too quick...  Letting off a couple of shots, it seemed satisfied with the minimum damage possible and sped on past, overshooting and asking to be tailed.  So where's your buddy?

"My mark is changing course and tailing you, One; watch yourself!"  That was Jaden being worried again, but Shazam wasn't about to get sandwhiched...

"I'm fine...  I think..."  Tokijin?  Shazam arced up to meet the Doashim's underbellow, perhaps the only portion unscathed by blaster burn at this point.  Rolling left, then right, then left, Shazam felt himself being monotonous and decided to thrown in a rolling sissors, waiting for his opportunity to jump back into the battle and mix things up. 

"You still around, Nine?  I could use some help- I think I'm getting old..."  Shazam cut through the whirlpool of X-wings, As and TIE Advanced fighters until he made out the incoming form of Trevor Evenson. 

"You're sure your fine?"  He was saying, breaking off from another TIE Advanced as he kicked in the throttle and began to take careful aim.  Shazam hopped over the line of fire coming from the Doashim and skated out of the way in time for Trevor to get a shot off and lead his pursuer away.

(I'll edit this if I can- in the meantime, feel free to go from there.)
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 13, 2006 12:16:07 AM    View the profile of Amason 
"Three!  Break hard to port!" 

Jerking his flight stick hard to the left, Amason waited for the impact.  He'd been tracking an A-Wing when the voice he recognized as Jaden, blasted over the comm.  A fraction of a second later, a bright yellow indicator in his heads up display began flashing.  "Missile lock.  How stupid of me" Amason thought as he took his ship into a tight Z-axis roll.  After rolling his fighter 180 degrees, he started into a wide turn.

"Thanks Two."  He said.

"You're not out of the woods yet, One" came the voice of Shazam.  "I'm coming in from your topside."

"I have the situation under control Commander.  Thank you."  Amason said.

"This is really getting on my nerves" Shazam thought.  "Three, we work as a team.  I'll be on that Missile in a sec."

As Amason tightened his turn to get inside the missile's arc, Shazam brought his fighter in behind the missile, following its flight path.  Shazam quickly dumped his shield energy to his engines, to give himself more time before the missile outran him.  As the missile crossed Amason's path, missing his fighter by only a few meters, Shazam let loose a barrage of cannon fire.  The explosion that followed temporarily blinded him.

While waiting for his eyes to readjust to the blackness of space, Shazam seesawed his fighter, banking and rolling in one direction, then reversing, heading in the opposite direction every few seconds.  This maneuver had never seemed to work well in anything but a highly maneuverable craft like the TIE Advanced.  The standard TIE's and even the interceptors simply couldn't match the Advanced's maneuverability.

"I told you I had the situation under control, Commander"  Amason said.  His voice never seemed to change.  It reminded Shazam of one of his old academy instructors.

"Three, private channel."  Shazam said as he steered his fighter back toward the battle, setting his sights on two A-Wings flying through the mix.  At first he couldn't figure out why they were flying straight and level, then he saw their targets.  Flight three was engaged in a close quarters dog fight with several rebel fighters who seemed to be giving them a run for their money.

Shazam snapped out of predator mode for an instant when he heard Amason's voice.  "I'm here, One."

"There's that tone again.  I wish he'd just decide to act like a jerk outright instead of this."  Shazam was hugging the surface of a mid-sized asteroid now, with Amason right behind him, in close formation, both headed for the pair of A-Wings that were attempting to sneak up on Nazgul flight three. "Three... Judge, I think I might have failed to make myself clear..."  He was cut off my his proximity sensor as he dropped into a canyon on the asteroid's surface.  He turned his head just in time to see an X-Wing spiraling out of control, almost on top of him.  Instinctively he pulled his flight stick back, trying to climb out of the canyon and away from the rebel fighter bearing down on him.  Too late. 

The X-Wing passed between Shazam and Amason at  full throttle.  Both Imperial pilots attempted to peel off, but neither had enough room to maneuver, nor time to react.  The X-Wing's S-foils clipped the front panel tips of Amason's fighter, and the back of the engine section of Shazam's.  Moments later an explosion erupted at the bottom of the canyon as the doomed X-Wing slammed into the asteroid's surface.

"One, Three, you guys still with us?!"  Jaden called over the comm..

"I'm hit"  Shazam screamed into the comm.  "I've lost partial engine power."

"He clipped three of my cannons, and the top of my cockpit"  Amason replied. 

Shazam thought he detected something in his voice.  He didn't have to wonder long, as Amason spoke again.

"I've got a pretty large crack right above my viewport, and a two foot long sliver of metal embedded in my left thigh."  Amason rasped.

"Find something to use as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding."

"That might work under normal circumstances."  Amason was speaking with some difficulty now.  "But this piece of metal has pinned my leg to my seat.  I can't move it at all, much less get something around it.  I think it cut something major."

"Three, get back to the Doashim for medical assistance."  Shazam replied.

"Negative.  I still have one cannon left.  I'll manage.  You're the one in trouble.  You've got about as much speed as a Hutt."  Amason said.

"Not now.  Get back to the Doashim.  That's an order!"  Shazam was angry now.  "I'll be right behind you."

"Alright.  Try to keep up."  Amason said. 

"Incredible!  He's about to die and is still determined to aggravate me."  Shazam thought as he brought his good engine to full power.  "Two, we're going to need some cover."

"I'm right here, One."  Jaden replied.  "Nazgul Two to anyone free, we've got two wounded birds here.  We need an escort to make it back to the Doashim".  No one answered.  "Great.  Everyone's busy."

Amason spoke up. "Looks like we're on our own, Two."

Amason's voice didn't sound quite right.  Jaden could tell that the man was struggling to stay conscious.  This situation had gone from bad, to worse, and now it had turned into a complete catastrophe.  "Hang in there Two.  One, how we doing?"  Jaden asked.

"I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm stuck inside the galaxy's smallest freighter.  At least that's what it feels like."  The frustration in Shazam's voice was evident.

...Several minutes later...

"Nazgul Two to Doashim."  Jaden said.  "I'm escorting a pair of damaged fighters, and we have one wounded man.  We'll need a clear hangar and a medic waiting for us."

"Acknowledged Nazgul Two." Came the reply.

Shazam's crippled fighter's slow speed turned out to be an advantage, especially considering its limited maneuverability.  He landed without incident In the hangar bay.  Amason was next, but was barely keeping his fighter on course.  "At this rate, he's going to slam into the back wall of the hangar.

"Three, reverse thrust!  Reverse now!"  Shazam called.

Amason reversed his engines just before hitting the hangar shield.  His fighter lurched to port, then slammed down hard onto the hangar floor, skidding to a stop several meters later.

Shazam climbed out of his cockpit, and was satisfied to see an army of technicians running toward his fighter.  After finishing a quick inspection of the damage, which was confined, for the most part, to his starboard engine, he turned to toward Amason's fighter on the other end of the hangar.  He could see several techs working to cut away the front of the cockpit.  As he approached, he saw Amason, apparently unconscious, still pinned to his seat by the long shard of metal protruding from his leg.  Regardless of his personal feelings, this man was his comrade--A fellow Imperial officer.  It would be a shame to loose him. 

"Sir"  Shazam turned to see an older, squat fellow in a worn tech uniform.  "The only way we're going to get your fighter going again is to steal some components from another one, and we're running a bit short on spare fighters." 

Shazam stepped aside, turned, and pointed at Amason's gutted fighter.

"Oh...  that'll do.  There's no way we can get that cockpit back together anytime soon, but we can do an engine swap fairly quickly."  The man scurried off, shouting orders as he went.

Amason was already out, and on a stretcher, being taken to the infirmary.  "I hope he makes it."  Shazam thought.  "We don't need to loose another good pilot...

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December 13, 2006 5:34:01 PM    View the profile of Shazam 
Shazam was on edge now- this was one of the closer calls he'd had in a long time.  Though he never told anyone, one of his greatest fears was being left to die in space, starving for oxygen- he'd welcome any missile with open arms if it meant avoiding that...  Yet he still flew; what am I doing just standing around?  The commander felt like he was the only one not doing anything- he wasn't an engineer so he couldn't go work on his fighter and he certainly wasn't a doctor, nor did he have the time to supervise Amason on his way up to the medical portion of the Doashim.  And yet- I'm alive...  Perhaps that's enough for now...  The commander sat down, criss-cross apple-sauce, and closed his eyes.

***

"We're in!  We're In!"  Belkenoust was ecstatic- he could believe it!  After the loss of two gunships and the apiphony that they couldn't disable the Hugin without making it unusable to themselves, the Captain had ordered them to take off.  We made it...  Then the doors opened.

It was if they'd escaped the creature only to be ensnared once more by an even stronger, nastier...  "Clear the way!"  He shouted after the first wave of red fire ignited the inner surfaces of the boarding ship, Imperials taking what cover they could while they fired blindly into the white walkways of the Corellian corvette.  It wasn't two seconds later that he knew they were going to die...  "Get back!"  The mass of stormtroopers in the front backed off or met their death in that time, suddenly becoming still, thier phantom facades no more.  Pulling back the trigger and throwing the grenade as hard as the adreneline running through his veins would allow, he felt a wave of heat brush his face as a wall of fire erupted in the opening, just beyond the lock so that the boarding craft didn't unhinge and throw everyone into space.  Blinking twice, waiting for the smoke to clear slightly, though that didn't stop a persistant wave of enemy and ally fire, he watched as the group suddenly surged out like rats in a cage, eager for first blood.

There was a tap on his left shoulder as his second in command lowered the ear piece and yelled into Belkenoust's receiver-  "The Seta and Greyem  made it! he looked excited as well, but there was the seed of something else. 

"What about the Rite Bite and Lesara?"  Belkenoust was battle ready, so his helmet and color isignia glowed like a nightmare from hell as another significant blast siloughted his stormy figure into the empty ship's cavity, a sea of stormtroopers surging out into unknown, enemy territory.  Dosel, second in command, found himself unprotected, self-aware of his obvious disadvantages without helment or heavy armer and downright terrified- perfect.

"No joy, Commander!"  Belkenhoust slouched slightly, indicating a sigh that had been silenced by the helmet, then glanced out to check on the utter onslought occuring outside before saying, "Right then...  Report to the Doashim that we've made contact and are moving to the bridge...  We can't be screwing around with thier troops- who knows how many they got..."  Dosel nodded and picked up his earpiece again as his commanding officer gave him an encouraging slap on the back, probably smiling and yelled: "Let's take us a ship!"

***

"Sir!"  Shazam lifted his head suddenly, eyes open and re-awakend to the situation at hand.  "Sir?"  The commander rubbed his hand over his eyes, the few moments of meditation, sleep in Shazam's book, had done its job.  Searching for the source of the sound, Shazam rolled his eyes around the immediate area before they came to rest on the thick figure of his engineer...  Oh yea...  "Sir?"  Shazam stood awkwardly, then dusted himself off after a good shake down had been complete and answered witha new air-

"Yes?"  The hum of a hydrospanner died in the background, two blast from the Doashim  shaking it to its core while a series of flashes indicated the ongoing battle from without.

"Right this way, Commander-" the man waved him over and began to skip down the block of open repair lots, indicating the TIE Advanced on the far end.  "We've made some minor adjustments to your steering panel, replaced a few circuits that is, to make sure that it resets itself in flight- it shouldnt' take more than the first couple of seconds..."  Great?  "And the engines are in great condition- had to refuel your fighter though, you had a pretty nasty tear along your fuselage and it was still leaking when we got to it..."

"But the engines work?"  Shazam stopped behind three engineers as they pulled instrumentation and heavy equipment out of the way, examining the replaced engines.  I presume that's the repair?  The commander observed the glinting, gosomer thread of weld along the bulk of his fighter. 

"Everything should be fine- if you have any problems..."  he looked lost. 

"Just remember that my diagnostics can point out major problems like engine failure?"  Shazam grinned at the engineer as he nodded reluctantly and threw his hands in a wide gesture toward the upper hatch.  "Thank you..."  Shazam glanced at all the exhausted mechanic and was surprised to see the youth in some of thier faces...  Looks like Art got the most recent crop...  Good  The commander crossed to the otherside of the ship, climbed the red moveable stairsteps and kicked the access on the hatch, stearing clear as the pseudomotion indicated its release, and dropped into the cockpit once again...

***

"Have some, punk!"  Jaden stayed in close, holding the trigger down like a life-saver as he accomplished quite the opposite, tearing into the posterior deflectors of an X-wing. 

"I said where's my escort?"  Why do we have to listen to this crap?  Jaden clucked as the shields on the rear-end blinked out and two bolts struck the upper-left engine compartment, dislodging and entire portion and giving the Nazgul his warning.  Snap-rolling to the right and pulling up hard to avoid the blur of red energy, he found himself going head-long into an oncoming flight of enemy X-wings.  Where did those Kaph's go?  Jaden felt relief when he noticed that none of them struck out, but then surprise at the fact that...  Oh- there's Kaph.  Four TIE Advanced fighters split, rolling in all direction as they avoided Jaden and laced back down on the Xs. 

"Anyone out there?"  What the hell? 

"Who is that?  I'm ganna kick your sorry ass myself, pal..."  While searching for the fighter he caught sight of the Hugin- it was no longer firing on the Doashim, almost silent of all activity, though who really knew what was going on inside.

"This is Decta 2, smart ass- I'm lookin for an escort, so guess what you get to do?"  Oh that son of a...

"Unfortunetly for you- I'm busy...  See you on the dark side, bud."  Jaden snap-rolled again and looked for a new target, hoping in the back of his head that he didn't get a court-marshall because he wouldn't wipe some higher-up's ass for him.  At least the Munin hasn't been too much to handle...  Maybe we can get this show on the road...

"I need assistance now!  And if I don't get a..."  suddenly there was a yelp from the XO of Decta Squadron; perhaps the SC had finally gotten around to telling him off.  "Starboard shields out!  I think I took some hull damage!  Anyone out there?  Are my communications dead?"  What now?  "Crap- looks like he's comin around again- help!  I said help dammit!" 

"What do you want?"  Jaden yelled into the com as he barrelled to avoid a massive asteroid entering into the playing field- they're going to wanna watch out for that one...

"Sheilds gone!  Definite hull damage!  I'm losing power!  Holy hell, someone get over here- he's coming around!"  Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Jaden reverted into protective mode and swung his fighter around, trying to locate the lost fighter, but there were too many people in the area.  Forget it, he thought and reverted to normal vision, hoping that it would be enough to locate the gunship.  "Shit!  I think he got an internal system that time- transfering to back-up life support and preparing to eject..."  There you are!  Jaden smiled as pulled his cross-hairs down to follow an X-wing passing a downed gunship.  Kickin people while they're down, eh?  What're they teaching you guys in the rebellion heartland?  Jaden throttled up to pursue, passing the gunship in a fashion that signified "you owe me one!"

"Dammit!  He's coming back!"  The man was terriedied as he screamed it into the open channel.

"What!"  Jaden ran through it in his head agian- is this the right guy?  Oh hell  The XO dropped off his target and pulled a tight immelman, hoping for a glimpse of the incoming enemy, though he was beginning to think he might be too late, people could come from any angle...  Gotcha! he thought as he leveled out and found the gunship, rotating and gliding slowly through space, burns and an opening in the right wing array showed the extent of the damage. 

"I'm ejecting!" he started but was interupted-

"Stay!"  Who the?  From the lower right hand corner of his viewport he spotted the X-wing he'd injured only a few moments ago, missing an engine but still functional as it blasted away at the gunship, missing still but getting close.  Damn, out of range, he thought before switching back from missiles, and my aim has never been that good...

Two bolts streaked close to the canopy and the gunship looked like a gonner when a TIE Advanced streaked past at full speed from the bottom, rolling and blasting into the belly of the incoming x-wings fuselage, tearing it to shreds...

There was a sigh over the com as both Jaden and the gunboat pilot felt the flood of relief wash over them.  "Always chase your kills..."  he heard Shazam say as he streaked past and said- "Come on- time we caused some real damage- they got me more missiles, too..."

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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 13, 2006 5:35:52 PM    View the profile of Raigen 
Raigen sat heavy on the blaster cannon as he aimed at the laser turrets of the Hugin. More than a few shots would hit the target, but not enough to take them out. He jerked the tie into a roll as he passed the turrets and aimed for the communications dish as it rotated. Even more hits would come off, but not enough to destroy it. He stayed close to the corvette, knowing that it would throw off the gunners or mess with the targeting programs. The laser turrets tried to get a shot off but weren't leading him enough and passed just behind his rear. Raigen pulled away as he followed Trevor during the pass on the Hugin. He could here Art, "Don't destroy the Hugin, go focus on the fighters." Raigen grunted and followed Trevor away from the capital ship as two a-wings came in to give support to the rebel corvette.

"A's approaching from our three, eleven!" Trevor said, indicating that multiple a-wings were coming in from the right.

"Roger, Cannons armed." Raigen said as he banked to his left to drift a bit away from the a-wings so that he had more time and space to turn around.

"We'll hit head on at my signal. You lead em a bit and break them up while I get a missile lock." Trevor said as he too turned to his left.

"Roger, hold the cannon so they won't think it's you locking, I'll try to fire and keep them from straying too far." Raigen said as he began the wide right turn to meet the a-wings head on.

"Roger and...Go!" Trevor called as he lead into the turn. Raigen didn't think that was too smart. Staying ahead in an element was as bad as pointing out orders in the field. It let the enemy know who was in charge. At least there are know snipers in space Raigen thought as they came around. He jammed down on the trigger of his flight stick, opening up on the two a-wings just ahead and to the left of them. The two almost immediately broke to the opposite side of the fire as Trevor opened up with his cannons. The two a-wings were still together, that was a plus. Raigen continued to aim his cannons, focusing more on firing at them than getting a lock. Trevor was just holding down his cannons into the general area of the two as he trained his lock on them.

"They are too far away, can you get them to move around or?" Trevor asked as he tried to lock.

"I'll try and make them move more, that way they will use up some momentum!" Raigen said as he aimed above the two fighters and began to slowly sweep down with his reticle. The two responded by doing a downward immelman toward him and Trevor.

"Almost got it. Keep them on that route!" Trevor called. Raigen fired into the middle, to the side, above, below. Anywhere that may keep them from breaking their path as they began to fire away with their blasters. Raigen looked over to see Trevor's craft but the cockpit of the tie wasn't made for seeing the side of you. All he saw was a flaming missile as it sped past Raigen and toward the two. "Missile away, break to avoid explosion radius!" Raigen did as he was told and banked off a bit to the right, passing at a distance the exploding a-wing. The other a-wing may have been damaged a bit, but was still alive. Trevor had followed Raigen to the right as he could see on his scanners. It made the "Right behind you!" from Trevor almost unnecessary. Raigen rolled to his left and pulled up to one eighty behind the now escaping a-wing who was heading for the asteroid field. "It's easier if one goes in and doesn't have to worry about the other. Stay out and I'll trail him!" Raigen said as he went after the a-wing.

"How many times have you almost died now?" Trevor asked.

"One...Two...Four....eighteen...what comes after infinity?" Raigen joked as he closed in on the asteroids.

"Fine, just be careful! I'm not waiting for you to get out of a bacta tank this time!" Trevor said as he broke to give support to one of the other squadron members. Raigen chuckled before dodging the first asteroid and entering the field. It was thick at this part but he could still see the enemy...he thought. He slowed his craft a little but continued his chase as he dodged asteroids. He just remembered that they trained a-wing pilots in asteroid fields. He dodged another large asteroid and closed in.

"Almost got you!" Raigen mumbled to himself as he kept a hand on the trigger. He didn't want to risk a missile colliding with a stray asteroid and the cannon would probably break up one and send it strait at Raigen. Then it hit him. Raigen sped up after the a-wing and set a fake lock to distract the a-wing. He aimed his cannon at the a-wing and then directly to the right of it. He jammed down the trigger and the asteroid in front of the a-wing split and shot off at the enemy. The a-wing collided with a piece and exploded in front of Raigen who turned and headed for a less dense part of the field.

"Target Eliminated!"
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 13, 2006 7:18:19 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
The com crackled and Willtconq's voice came on.  "This Is Kaph 1 to all of Kaph.  Congratulations, we have thinned the fighters down to the point of where they are no longer a major threat.  We now have orders from the Doashim to take on the Munin.  We are to destroy it if at all possible."

"Kaph 5 to Kaph 1, requesting private channel."

"Permission granted, what's up Five?" replied Will.

"As you know, Nine is the only one left in flight 3.  Usually I wouldn't be worried about her, but she has blamed herself for the whole situation.  What I am trying to say is I don't believe she is in the right mental condition to be flying solo out there."

"I get what you are saying; I'll fix that...Kaph 9, form up with Five since Cyleaf is out of the battle."

Than Sion was grateful that Will hadn't added anything about her being alone anyways.  Than had never noticed Skylla this broken up before and was afraid of what it could possibly lead to...

"Roger that Kaph Leader," replied Skylla to Will's order.

Than didn't need to ask who was in charge of Flight 2 right now, it was obvious that Skylla wasn't in the right mind set to command three other souls.

"This is Kaph 5 to Flight 2; we don't have to do anything too fancy on the first run.  Our objective for right now is to help the Doashim drop that Corellian's shields.  This might take awhile, so be patient.  Also, watch those guns; they aren't slow moving turbo lasers.  Let down your guard and you may just end up toast.  Let's form up into a diamond for our first run and then break up into elements.  Happy hunting.

The crew aboard the Munin must have had a bit of a shock when they noticed that not only there was two flights of angry Imperial TIEs screaming toward them, but also that they had barely any fighter cover left.  Flight 2's first run went smoothly, the concentrated fire of missiles and cannon fire damaged the already weakened shields of the enemy Corvette.  But the enemy had come to its senses somewhere between the first and second run.  Laser turrets opened up in hopes of shedding Imperial blood.  Exactly why Sion had planned ahead for Flight 2 to abandon the tight, diamond formation after the first run. 

Everything seemed to be going good until movement was detected from the MC40a.  It seemed that the crew of the Xuthus had finally figured out that this battle would be lost without them and were going to add its fire power to the fight.

"This is Phoenix Leader to all Imperial forces; the enemy's flag ship is coming into the battle.  Repeat, the enemy's flag ship is coming into the battle."

There was probably a round of cussing from those that hadn't already noticed.  This would complicate things greatly.  Even with the impending danger, Sion's mind was able to drift to Skylla.  Their relationship had begun out of the blood bath of Rameis VII and had slowly built until it exploded into an official existence right before Kaph's ill fated vacation on Imous III.  He just hoped that she wouldn't do something stupid out here that would end in her getting injured or worst...

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 14, 2006 12:55:25 AM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
There wasn't much room to manuvuer, what with Hellkite piloting and Etan making modifications, it was a tight fit.

There in front of them was a stray flight of A-Wings.

"Etan, get your Wookie ass outta my face." Hellkite declared to Etan. Etan turned to position himself just behind Hellkite and to the right.

Hellkite piloting and Etan being somewhat of a navigator-engineer, bore down upon the rebel force.

Etan had made all the repairs and modifications that a good mechanic- pilot could do.

"Hold on we are bearing up Wookie." Hellkite exclaimed.

Two of the four A-wings followed."Let's bring em in" Hellkite hollared.

Flying towards the rest of the fleet, Hellkite made several barrel rolls, ducks and dives to evade enemy lasers.

"Once again, Hellkite to squadron." Hellkite announced. "We are coming in hot and heavy. We need relief."

Etan released the chaff. The first A-wing on their tail exploded, leaving three close behind.
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 14, 2006 5:42:03 PM    View the profile of Shazam 
"Dosel!"  The second in command twisted so fast he was surprised he hadn't caused further injury to himself.  Kneeling on the otherside of the hallway, Belkenhoust was like a statue, white but weather-warn from years of experience and an almost disturbing comfort with the events transpiring around him.  "Dosel!"

"Yes, sir?"  The words came out like a sigh, but perhaps it was that need to breathe once again- how long had he been holding his breath?  Hunched into a corner behind the bulky frame of a hallway, he tried to understand why he was here...

"Tell those men to withdraw- and make sure they leave thier wears..."  What?  He nodded anyways and picked up his comset, re-itterating the commander's orders in what he hoped to be a stable voice; Belkenhoust watched, gun trained to the ground as if he didn't need it- perhaps he would transform, if he hadnt already...

Soon after, ghost roamed the hallways as a curtain of blaster fire spewed from behind them, leveling everything in sight; pale basterds don't even know what's going on outside...  And then Belkenhoust was back up, jumping to the access on the hallway so that the doors came to a hushed, rush of closure.  There was the sound of blaster fire colliding with the corellian corvette's cool interior, but it died away as the troops rushed to the door and suddenly came to a halt.  Belkenhoust stepped away from the entry, pulling Dosel up by the arm and back about fifteen feet, giving his men in the background the thumbs up.  The commander turned his second in command around to watch the fireworks as the double doors busted in half, showering violent tongues of blue and orange flame into thier corridor intersection.

Belkenhoust didn't look overally amused, but, through his unreadable features, there was a sign of pride.  "Let's move!"

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"I said enough, Commander!"  The commander of the Xuthus was a well restrained man, but a hint was a hint; they needed to get things under control.

"Very well, sir..."  Warn Elich, on the other hand, wasn't happy- he had meant to cripple the Doashim himself, save his sister ship and call it day...  Things hadn't worked out that way.  The Munin could be seen, slowly progressing to the forward end of the Doashim so that it could make room for the Xuthus and its guns, but perhaps they could still do some damage of thier own, and besides- the Jotunheim still gets to play bait in space...  Elich could feel the favor growing for him in Obili's closest circles; it was only a matter of time until he was given a real ship, not that the Corellian Corvette hadn't been in its share of noteworthy battles, but a big ship was what he needed to really accomplish thier goals...  And he could do it a hell of a lot better than bitch of a captain, Onan...

"Are we all clear, Captain?"  Elich heard himself saying to his technition, the subtle nod securing the decision just made by Obili to pulverize the Doashim.  He did find some glee in the situation that had arisen though- they're in for a rude awakening...

"The Xuthus is in position- would you like us to add to the fire power, sir?" The technician had been making himself very useful as of late- perhaps it was time for some onboard promotions. 

"Of course..."  He nodded and went to watch the final moments of the Doashim, but noticed something odd.  What is that?.  For a moment he was terrified, thinking that the Hugin was back in action and would claim victory instead of the Munin; he could just see that coniving Mon Cal grinning like an idiot...  Then, in utter horror, he realized that the Hugin was totally passing up thier enemy, and heading straight for the Xuthus.  Suddenly, the entirety of the Hugin's port side lit up in a an orchestra of energy instruments, blazing into the protective shell housing the Xuthus, the Doashim joining in almost simotaneously.  What has happened!

"Sir!  Fighters, incoming!"
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 14, 2006 11:24:33 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
Hellkite hailed the command ship. " We are coming in fast and hot. " Hellkite made a rolling manuveur to the left. All three A -wings made a matching turn giving Hellkite and Etan a little more space.

Seeing the disarray of the combined fleet, along with the number of VEN ships and fighters so engaged, Etan remarks to Hellkite, " It looks like its me and you again old friend."

Hellkite thrusts even faster turning to the right than barrelling up and over the A-wings, thay were left in the Galactic dust. He turned back on their tails making missile lock on their thrusters.

A warning light signaled extreme velocity, all G-Forces are at maximum. Hellkite levels out leaving two A-wings still in missle lock, while the third had vanished. Etan hollars in his Wookie way while Hellkite presses the missile button. In an instant two rebels were destroyed.

Relaxing Hellkite and Etan, turned about to join the fight, when suddenly the last A-wing joined by two X-wings had joined the flight against them.

"Damn, just when I thought we could actually get in this fight and make a difference?" Hellkite exclaimed. Etan whispered softly," Go on.We have already made our difference and they make no difference to us.  We will be what we can be regardless of them, my friend Hellkite."

At that Hellkite sped on faster.
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 15, 2006 12:52:52 AM    View the profile of Amason 
"He's coming around.  Doctor, he's waking up!"

Amason could barely open his eyes.  He could make out three faces slowly coming into focus.  "Wha& what happened?"  He muttered.

"Do you know where you are?"  A slightly balding, round-faced man asked.

"Darth Vader's palace on Byss?"  Amason asked, completely serious.

One of the other men tried to hide a smirk, and the third laughed out loud.  "Little loopy isn't he?"

"Shut up!"  Snapped the balding, round-faced man. 

Amason's vision was gradually clearing.  Blurring objects were coming into focus.  There were three men standing over him, and one woman.  He could tell by looking at their uniforms that they were three nurses, and the balding, round-faced man was the doctor. 

"Ok, what the heck is going on?"

"Sir, you were injured in combat."  The doctor spoke.  "Your left leg was punctured by a&"

Amason cut him off.  "I know that"  He spat.  "Why are you three gungans standing over me?  I'm alive aren't I?"

"Yes sir, you're very alive.  We managed to save your leg.  You should be up and about in a week or so."  Replied the round-faced doctor. 

Amason couldn't decide if the man was just had a round face, or if he was pudgy.  After a few seconds of studying the doctor, he decided on pudgy.  He was pudgy.  And he couldn't get over how the two male nurses resembled a pair of gungans he'd almost killed several years ago.  In fact, the more he looked at them, the more they looked like those two gungans.  Amason closed his eyes hard.  He was sure that this was the pain medication still in his system.  When he opened his eyes, he began to laugh hysterically.  "They really are gungans!" He thought.  "They even have that stupid look on their faces!"

The concerned look on the three men's faces changed to one of bewilderment.  They were obviously clueless.  After a few moments, Amason abruptly stopped laughing.  "Ok.& this isn't funny anymore."  The two nurses no longer looked like gungans, but the doctor was still pudgy.  "Enough of this"  He could feel the effects of the drugs wearing off now.

"Hey doc, why can't I move?"

"Because you're restrained."  The pudgy man replied.  "We've got to keep that leg still."

"We?"  "Why do doctors always speak collectively?"  "I'm the only one in charge of keeping my leg still."

"You're my responsibility until I've decided that you're well enough to return to duty sir."  The doctor replied, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  Then he left.

Amason had several minutes to collect his thoughts, and decide on his next course of action.  It definitely wouldn't be staying strapped to an infirmary bed while there was a battle raging outside.  He slowly started moving his hands, trying to loosen the straps that bound his wrists.  After a few minutes, he was able to free his right hand.  The remaining straps were off in seconds.  He sat up, swung himself around on the bed, and stepped off.  It was in that moment that it felt like his leg was about to explode.

Amason immediately slumped to the floor, which brought more pain as his injured leg folded up.  He grabbed the pillow off his bed and shoved it into his own mouth, to silence his scream.  After slowly rolling onto his back, He waited for a while before trying to get back up.  Slowly pulling himself up to a standing position, with his entire weight on his right leg, he surveyed the room.  He spent several minutes hopping around, trying to find his uniform, or any clothes for that matter, as his only covering was a thin infirmary gown that had the nasty habit of hanging open in the back.

"Just wonderful!" He thought, then turned back to the bed.  An idea began to form in his head.  Amason pulled the white sheet off the bed, and began tearing it into strips.  He then decided to take one of the side rails off the bed to use as a splint, to keep his injured leg straight. 

He grabbed the rail, and tried to pull it out of the tracks it rested on.  No luck.  He tried harder.  Several yanks later, he was beginning to make some progress.  He could tell that the rail was slowly coming off, so he starting pulling on it even harder.  This strategy proved to be disastrous, as the rail came off after a hard yank, and the momentum carried Amason and the rail straight backwards.

"AHHH!"  He yelled as he hit the floor, followed by the rail that had come out of his hand, which fell across his forehead.

Amason stayed on the floor for several minutes, trying to collect himself.  He had hoped that his scream was not as loud as it sounded to him, but his hopes were soon dashed as the pudgy doctor and the two gungan-faced nurses came running in.

"What took you so long?"  Amason managed sarcastically.

"What have you done?!"  pudge asked incredulously.  "Are you out of your mind?"

"No, but I'm about to be out of here!"  Amason shouted.

"Oh no you're not!  Put him back in the bed, and make sure the restraints are secure this time!"  The doctor ordered.

Before either man could react, Amason grabbed the railing that he'd pulled off the bed, and swung it at one of gungan's knees.  The man went down hard.  Not stopping, Amason brought the rail back over and smacked the other nurse on the side of the head, which sent him crashing into doctor pudge.

Amason rolled over, and crawled out of the room on his stomach, unaware that his entire rear quarter was exposed to the universe.  He pulled himself into a mag-lev chair sitting on the other side of the hall, still holding on to the bed rail.  As one of the nurses came barging out of the room, Amason jabbed him in the stomach with the rail, and then hit him over the head with it, just before jamming the chair control stick forward, sending him down the hallway.

"Free at last.  Now to get to the bridge!" 

The doctor walked out of the room, limping, favoring his left hip, which had hit the steel floor hard when the nurse had fallen into him.  "Well obviously the medication hasn't worn off.  He thinks he has to escape.  Please catch him before he starts to think that he can fly!"  He ordered, pointing down the hallway where Amason was quickly disappearing.  "Now!"

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 15, 2006 5:18:44 AM    View the profile of Darius 
Darius stood in the lift, tapping his foot to music that wasn't even there.  He reached in his backpack and pulled out his 12 gauge slugthrower and made sure it was combat ready.  By the time he had done so, the lift stopped and the door was open.

"Check the hallway out," Darius ordered Hunter.  The young, eager pilot began to protrude his head from the doorway, but was immediately stopped by a strong grip from Darius.  "Don't be stupid, use the gun."

"Right," Hunter replied, slightly flushing with embarrassment.  He poked the E-11 out and swiveled it about.  "Clear, I see an empty hall and to doors opposited each other on the seperate ends."

Darius turned to DJ, who was holding a terrified, quivering mechanic who's mouth and limbs were bound by engine tape.  "Take our friend to the right, Hunter, follow him, I'll take up the rear."

DJ immediately followed his orders and quickly accomplished the task set in front of him.  Hunter followed behind and Darius took up the rear, readily aimed at the opposite door. 

"You know the battle plan from here," Darius said, confirming with his squadron-mates that they hadn't forgotten his simple plan.

"Yessir," complied an eager DJ.

"Yessir," quickly followed the nervous Hunter.

"Exectute," Darius ordered and DJ opened the door to the bridge, revealing a smiling captain of an seemingly empty bridge.  DJ almost dropped their POW, but luckily contained his surprise and aimed his pistol at the captain.

"I knew it to be inevitable that you'd take my ship," the captain said with an uncomforting tone.  "But you'll never leave."

The door opposite the bridge opened slowly and silently, but Darius had already anticipated an ambush, and fired at the oncoming rebels.

(I'll finish at the next possible time I can)
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 15, 2006 6:19:00 PM    View the profile of Cyleaf Aehait 
Doctor Humbert was looking at the Zabrak's vitals, though he had been expertly trained and had become one of the Vast Empire's finest Radiological Contamination experts as well as a very accomplished surgeon was having trouble diagnosing Cyleaf. The signs of contamination were not present, burned and scared tissue, or even hair starting to fall out. Turning to one of his aides he barked a command.

"I asked for that blood sample, I should have had it minutes ago!" The young nurse cringed at his harsh words and speedily exited the room. Peering over the Zabrak's facial tattoos he spoke quietly to him. "Son, I will try my damndest to save your life." Pausing for a minute he spoke again, "But from the talk I have heard you might not want to wake up."

At that moment the nurse rushed into the room holding out a piece of paper. "They just finished the tests," she panted placing them into Humbert's hands. Nodding slowly as he read the paper concern showed in his face. "What is it Doctor?" she asked curious to why he looked stumped. Looking over at Cy he spoke solemnly "There is no sign of contamination, but the lab boys say his cells are deteriorating at an accelerated rate."

Turning his head away and going over to his own microscope with his patient's blood still on the slide he again examined it himself. Almost all of the red and white blood cells were gone, and the others hard started to disintegrate. Turning up the magnification to get a better look he got an even clearer picture of them dieing. A white cell at the corner of his left eye slid across the scope as if it were slammed into something moved by his right eye and slammed into it again.

Turning up the magnification again to its highest level his jaw dropped. Little black balls covered it what appeared to be spikes was attacking the cells. Turning towards the nurse he was about to issue her a new set of commands when Cyleaf's body began to convulse. Alarms rang out as the monitors were detecting a decrease in his vitals before red lining.

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Cyleaf was walking in the jungle, he had seen nothing that might perk his interest but the feeling of being pursued by something was steadily growing inside his gut. The scenery was beautiful and it filled him with a sense of calm and tranquility. Thinking to himself that this might be a lovely place where he could stay forever. After a few more minutes of travel he entered a clearing, there was what appeared to be an abandoned hut in good shape, a small pond with a cascading waterfall that produced a lovely calming sound. Also among this utopia were trees that bore some strange kind of fruit that his sense told him was safe to eat.

Sitting down on the sand he laid back enjoying the warm sun, soaking up its rays. Cy awoke startled, he hadn't felt himself fall asleep but the rest felt good. The sun was still overhead and he felt a need to go for a swim. Stripping down to his under shorts he climbed up and around the waterfall, steadily getting into position he jumped head first diving into the cool green water.

Bobbing out of the water he took a deep breath of the fresh clean air. This place seemed like a dream come true. Just then he heard a small splash, looking off to the side he saw the water ripple and form a small wake as something was swimming towards him and then it vanished. Stupid me, of course there might be creature here I am in a jungle he ridiculed himself as he began to desperately swim to the bank.

The distant sands of security didn't seem to get any closer; it was as if he wasn't moving. Panic swept into his mind as he felt something cold and scaly wrap around his legs pulling him down into the water.

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"I need that syringe with adrenaline in it; we have to bring him back!" Humbert barked to the nurse who was scrambling to retrieve the item. Finally grasping it careful not to drop it with her trembling hands she brought it over to the Doctor. Taking it and taking the cap off he slammed it into Cyleaf's heart and releasing the contents into him. Looking at the screen he saw the tiniest blip of a returning beat only to have it vanish.

"Stand back!" he commanded walking over to another machine he pushed buttons, it made an audible sound as it began to warm up. With a chime signaling it was done the Doctor grabbed the two paddles and began to administer shock to the Zabrak. After a few times the monitor beeped as vitals returned, though they were shallow.

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Cyleaf was gulping water, he desperately kicked at whatever had him but it would not let go. Pulling himself back up to the surface he spat out water and coughed for air before being dragged back under. It was pulling him further and further down into the watery abyss, he was losing the battle when suddenly his body filled with energy shooting himself upwards as the creature lost its grip.

As he swam powerfully towards the top again it gripped him tighter than before pulling him back. But his body again was given a surge of energy, this time as if he was struck by lightning. As he swam higher he felt it again, and again. Finally breaking the surface he gulped for air, his lungs burning he swam towards the shore and collapsed on the sand.

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Humbert stood over Cyleaf's body, sweat poured off his forehead. "That was close" he sighed relieved. Looking over to the nurse who was slightly trembling he spoke again, drawing her attention back towards what she was here to do. "I want you to take another sample of blood and bring it to the techs, have them check for something out of the ordinary besides radiation. I am going to go look something up." She followed his command and departed out the room; he walked over to the droid and had it watch over his patient.

Heading to his office Humbert was going to go through some of his books and try to match the mysterious thing he had seen.

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 15, 2006 7:17:22 PM    View the profile of Chak Fel 
Chak coming out of a cloud of wreckage- all that remained of an a-wing that was following Etan and Hellkite- and activated amissle lock on one of the x-wings when it made a barrel roll and Chak right on his tail followed. Now catching up to him Chak deactivated the missile lock and tried to get a clear shot at his engines. Chak fired his lasers but the x-wing just nose-dived down the lasers going wide and missing completely.

When Etan came in to attack Chak had a clear shot and blew the x-wing out of the sky. Chak slowind down then spots a desperate attempt of the last x-wing of the trio try and out fly him. He increased his speed to full throttle until he got within maximum range for his torpedoes and let it fly straight into the x-wings starboard engine. Then he said, "This is Nazgul 10 our vicinity is clear."
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 17, 2006 10:08:05 AM    View the profile of HellKite 
    The TIE wobbled in flight, unsteady from the additional weight.  Not being made to fit two people, especially with one being a wookie, the TIE was not flying smoothly.  HellKite frowned as he piloted, at the rate the fighter was moving at, they were sitting duck.  The pilot called out to his wookie company. 

    "We're going to have to return to the hangar, its not efficient to do this."  The wookie simply nodded, going back to repairs.  HellKite accelerated as he turned around, heading away from the battle site, heading straight towards the hangar his own fighter had crashed into moments ago.  The TIE made a distorted hum as it flew, obviously struggling to hold the weight and the space of the two Kaphs.

It took a while to get there, the fighter had moved at almost half speed.  The fighter finally docked, and as the door opened, HellKite fell out immediately, stretching as he got up.  It was sure good to get out of the crammed space.  Droids quickly rushed to Etan's avenger and started to help him out with repairs.  Etan stopped, getting out of the fighter.  "So, you're getting a new fighter?"  HellKite nodded, attempting to walk but his legs wouldn't go far, injured from the crash.  He limped a bit, feeling his legs shoot out in pain with every step. 

"I'll get a new fighter soon, you get repaired and get back out there.  The rest of our flight needs you so get moving.  I'll join you soon."  Etan looked at HellKite, concerned with his condition.  HellKite noticed the look and reassured him.  "It's nothing, just a bruise or two, now go."  Etan turned away and went back to his fighter.  Medical droids accompanied HellKite as he walked out of the hanger, leaving for the rest of the gunship.  HellKite walked down the metal hallways, limping, until he reached a medical room.  The doctors greeted him quickly. 

"We found your ship in our hangar and thought you were dead.  We found no body though so we had hope.  You're going to need to stay out of this battle for your limbs to heal."  HellKite responded in repulse.  It was ridiculous.

"No, I'm fine, just a few bruises that's all.  I'll get them treated and then I'm going back.  We're already in trouble out there and I'm not going to sit by and watch."  The doctor turned around as if ignoring him.  The medical droids seated him down and started to do a checkup.  He was indeed without any major injuries.  Finally, when the doctor was appeased, HellKite was instructed to wait until his legs stopped hurting before getting into the battle again.  And so, HellKite impatiently waited, seated and bored.  Occasionally, he looked around for a window or something to get up to date with the current battle but he found nothing.  Isolation was a torture for him.

Footsteps were heard suddenly.  A man in an imperial officer uniform walked in.  "Ah, HellKite, there you are.  I heard your story and it brings much concern to me.  We've done some research on the pilot that betrayed us and we figured you'd might want to know why he did it."  HellKite shook his head.

"Not especially, what happened happened."
The officer sighed and began anyway.  "We've looked into your background and apparently you were a pirate of sorts, am I correct?"

HellKite nodded. 

"Well apparently the pirate group you were in had previously raided the pilot's village."  HellKite stopped and looked at the officer, suddenly interested.

"Raided?  The Behemoth pirates never raided any village." 

The officer ignored him.  "And we assume he was out for revenge.  He -."  HellKite cut him off. 

"We've never raided a village.  You've got the wrong people."  The officer shook his head.

"Come with me.  I have proof."  The officer gestured for HellKite to follow him and walked out of the medical room.  HellKite followed, his legs weren't hurting anymore.


 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 17, 2006 6:44:51 PM    View the profile of etan evnstar 
Etan watched as the medical team swarmed Hellkite. They scurried him away to an undisclosed location. Etan was relieved.

Turning to his Tie fighter, Etan sees another team of medics miraculously repairing his only real friend, his Tie Fighter.

One of the hydraulic mechanics steps towards Etan proffessing, " I don't know how you to managed to land, what with your main hydraulics totally missing, but that pilot Helkite, must be one Hell of a pilot."

Etan thought to himself " Yeah he is, but I'm one hell of a mechanic too..." Between the two of them they had managed to do what not to many others had done. That is, fly and bandage a half beaten Tie Fighter back to the hanger bay. All thanks to Chak of course. If his Nazgul fighter hadn't come at just the right time, Etan and Hellkite might have been mince meat for the pie, waiting to be shot down by the rebel flight that harrassed them.

Etan wasted no more time. He climbed inside the cockpit of his newly repaired and outfitted Tie Fighter. There, he made a preflight check. All systems were a go and all weapons were ready, fully charged, locked and loaded. Etan donned his communications device, made an flight announcement" Kaph Three, Etan Evnstar, ready for departure." The flight coordinator made a reply, "It's an all go Kaph Three, fly away."

At that, Etan thrusted forward. Exiting the hanger bay, he wasn't looking forward to rejoining the fight, but knew his squadron needed him. Once clear of the hanger doors, Etan announced," Kaph three to Kaph squadron. What is your position? I need coordinates to rendezvous with you. Also, expect Kaph four to be joining us shortly. We both had a little mishap earlier, but were cool  as Hell now."

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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 17, 2006 8:59:50 PM    View the profile of Jaden 
Jaden took a moment to check out the remaining fighters in the area, and noted that there was barely half a squadron left.

"Sensors reading 4 A-wings and Two X-wings left in the area, and the X-wings look to be retreating back to the Zuthus.  They may be cutting their losses on their fighters and going strictly captial ship style," said Jaden

"Two, those A-wings look to mean business.  They...are coming around to prey on Kaph, lets get our asses in there and mop them up.  Three, form up, we've got work to do," said Shazam

Jaden upped the throttle significantly, hoping to match the A-wings and pursue them at a greater attack vector.  They were coming in in hopes to taking out what was left of Kaph on the field, but Nazgul flight one wouldn't lt that happen.

"Make sure you split those A-wings up before they even get close to Kaph, I want those fighters in the pits within 7 minutes, we've got an attack run to make on the Munin." said Shazam

"Noted, Commander," replied Jaden

The Hugin was now giving the Xuthus hell, penetrating the auto turrets and turbolasers on the portside of the MC-40 to give the Doashim enough time to come in on a better attack vector on the Xuthus, but something went terribly wrong.

"This is STR Doshim.  The Jotunheim is on the move, they must have repaired their engines!" said someone from the Doashim.

"Damnit!" yelled Jaden, "Just when we get on the offensive again!"

"It looks to be coming straight into that gap between the Doashim and the Xuthus

Bastards are trying to drive us back....son of a bitch

Jaden brought up the missiles again, he would have to use them wisely, only 10 salvos left at his disposal.  The Interceptor wasn't armed fully for combat, which left Jaden in a bad position with missile payload.

As the flight approached the A-wings, Jaden quickly got a target lock and let off two missiles at the lead A-wing in hopes of splitting them up entirely.  The group immediately cut throttle and started to spread out amoungst the battlefield of space.

"They must have got a prior warning that we were coming around, stick to their asses and make sure they don't get out of here alive, Do I dare repeat myself?" said Jaden

"Affirmative," replied Amason
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 18, 2006 8:11:09 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
Than Sion was taking in the sudden favoring of the enemy by the fates of war when the scene rapidly faded out and was simply replaced.  The controls disintegrated from his grip and his gloves changed to bare flesh.  He was no longer in a fighter, but now in the halls of a medical ship.  He looked down, and as expected, he was wearing the uniform of a NR medic.  What scared him was not the same scenario that had played through his head every night since its origin, but the fact that he was not asleep right now.  Once again he found the girl and promised that he would help her find her mother.  The voice of the accepting PA operator played, and then his promise was broken in a fiery explosion.  Once again he was taken down by the hands of those he had helped slaughter, but this time the picture didn't fade out before he could see the hell they were bringing him to.  For the holovid had been fixed...or only allowed to continue.

He turned his head to look down at his eternal prison only to see the stone floor of a cave coming toward him.  He hit the apathetic surface hard, pain surged through his body.  Yet he could tell that no bones had been broken.  He looked up to see a figured in Maldorian armor, but it felt out of place on the figure as though its only purpose was to hide the truth.

"None of this is real, I must be going crazy!" remarked Sion, more talking to himself then the figure illuminated by torch light.

"I'll give you the second part, but the first is wrong," said the figure in a mescaline, filtered voice.

Than Sion looked down to see that he was once again in his flight suit.

"Though I can't blame you for feeling that this is not real," continued the man.  "All the others did."

"There are no others, there is no you.  I hope I snap out of his before I hit something or get shot down." 

"I do exist, and I do have a name.  But until I deem it necessary for you to know that name, you will call me Chaos."

"Let us just assume for a moment that this is real.  What is your purpose?"

"Over time that will be revealed, but for now it is for me to keep you from rotting in a military prison.  You would be no use to us there."

"Why did I even ask, there is no way you could be talking to me even if you were real!!!"

"As of yet, I will not tell you the method used for what should be obvious reasons.  What I can say is there are many methods of putting thoughts into the minds of men.  Since to you I am but a figment of your imagination, my proof lies in parts of the Vast Imperial Archives that even civilians have access to.  But back to the issue at hand, as events stand your crimes will be punished in the way that was mentioned earlier.  Your only chance of paying for your sins lies now in a TIE fighter and in this battle.  There is no hope after the turbo laser cannons go silent and the victor is named.  You must do something so bold that your insubordination will be nearly forgotten because of it.  You will know what you need to do when the time comes..."

The voice faded out and was replaced by the beeps and hums of a fighter cockpit.  It seemed like time had nearly stopped while he was gone for everything was only seconds out of the place the he remembered them.  Chaos had not replied to his fear of what was going on in the "outside world" for the event had happened in compressed time, like a dream.  The stress must be getting to me, thought Sion.  Maybe I should go in for therapy or something?

Even as part of him felt this way, another wondered if it truly had been real...


(OCC: Odd stuff, aye?  It is the beginning of ongoing character development that even I haven't made an ending for.  About the "vision."  Even in the modern world, people can be brain washed through a variety of methods and made to believe something.  What do you think they can do in a Galaxy as advanced as Star War?)

 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 19, 2006 3:05:52 PM    View the profile of Amason 
Amason opened his eyes to a bright light, directly overhead. He was on his back, but couldn't feel anything.  "Oh great.  I'm dead."  He thought death would be a bit more...heavenly for some reason.  As his hearing returned, and his eyes adjusted to the blinding light overhead, he could see the forms of people on each side, and vaguely hear their voices.  "What on Alderaan are they doing?"

"We're going in now.  We've got to stop the bleeding"

"Scalpel"

"Yes, doctor"

"Sithspit!  He's awake!"

"Get him sedated asap!  We have to start now."

Amason was fully awaked by a new sensation.  "Pain!"  It was unlike anything he'd ever felt, worse than when he'd jumped to his feet, trying to escape the infirmary after waking from the previous surgery.  Amason found something to grab with each hand; a table leg on the left, and a male nurse's arm on the right.  As the pain intensified, he gripped harder.  He could feel the veins swelling in his neck and face as his back arched against the chest restraint.  Just when he thought he was going to die, the pain subsided, and everything went black.  The sedative was doing it's job rather quickly.

...fifteen minutes later...
"Mr. Amason?  Mr. Amason can you hear me?"

Amason tried to open his eyes, but even with his best effort, they remained shut.  "ehh..?  huh?" 

"Mr. Amason, my name is Doctor Vannik.  We were able to remove the metal shard from your leg, and while it did cut a major artery, we repaired all of the damage."

Opening his eyes, Amason gave the man a once-over.  He looked nothing like the previous doctor.  After a few moments, he spoke.  "What happened?  The last thing I remember is getting out of the mag-lev chair and trying to open a door."

The doctor's confused look wasn't encouraging.  "Mr. Amason, you were brought in thirty minutes ago with a half meter long hunk of metal embedded in your left thigh.  The sedative we gave you wore off during surgery, and we had to re-sedate you.  You've only been out of surgery for about ten minutes."

It was Amason's turn to look confused.  After thinking about it, he spoke.  "Anyway, I need to return to duty, and I won't take no for an answer.  I don't care how many days you want me in here."

"I wouldn't dream of keeping your here.  Frankly we need your bed for other casualties."  The doctor said, much to Amason's surprise. 

"Then I'm free to leave?" 

"Of course.  I'd take it easy on that leg"  the doctor cautioned, handing Amason a cane. "You'll need to use this for several days, but after it heals, your leg should be as strong as before.  A fresh change of clothes is in the closet over there by the sink."  Then he left.

"Maybe it was just a dream...


Sorry for the short post, but it's been busy at work today.  I'll post a follow up later today/tonight. 








 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 21, 2006 12:37:40 AM    View the profile of Shazam 
"Commander!  Shields are down to sixty-five percent!"  Obili snarled and slapped the railing before stopping suddenly, bowing his head, and said- "Get me the Jotunheim.  There was a quick "Yes sir!" and the tech was down the side of the bridge, leaving the commander to consider his options.  So far he'd lost contact with the Hugin, sister ship to his other Corellian corvette Munin, both commanders had joined his campaign out of a quest for glory, but Obili wouldn't have selected them had they not had some underlying reason to fight all remnants of the Empire, not to mention thier outstanding leadership skills- or atleast he liked to think so.

"Obili?"  Though she was sitting in space, immobile and detached, her frustration was palpable, like an early morning fog that lingered on into the afternoon; she had not forgotten thier last conversation.

Obili turned to face the screen, not surprised by the half-way expression of perplexed vs. anger, but he would ammelierate it later, if possible.  "How is your crew doing?"  He spoke calmy, even under the drone of massive engines and screaming cannons of intense energy-

"Better than yours I would presume."  She bit it back harshly enough but Obili never flinched, simply nodding his head and replying-

"I deserve that."  He looked her in the eye and the two were quiet until it looked that Presi Onan would cut off from shere awkwardness; Obili continued- "We need your help."

"And here I thought I was a sitting hunk of junk, or atleast that's what your student says- either way, I've got no engines and I'm blocked from the action by the Munin..."  She looked away, dishearted and embarressed at her own expression of weakness.

"But you're perfectly in range for something else..."  She snapped back to the screen-

"Anything to get us out of here, Commander..."

***

"I can't believe it..."  Dosel watched in awe as the crew sealed the bridge, closing up the doors and placing automatic targetting weapons outside the doors to protect them as they took control.  Belkenhoust had left the men at the door to help secure the rest of the bridge, taking out anyone foolish enough to pull a pistol.  A few laces of red shot down from the upper bridge, but they were quickly taken care of as men and women from every station were corralled into a corner and controlled at gunpoint, all the while commander Jansen ordered his men and women to take the same consoles, bringing systems back to life that had been deliberatetly dibilitated.  Amazing...  And Dosel had survived it- the higher-ups had sent him in for one reason: insurance.  He was to give an honest answer of troop numbers, damage and success in battle- Belkenhoust had a record, though it was hard to believe any wrong of him through his friendly, yet menacing disposition, and he was to speak the truth of everything going on.  Why second in command?  He had to be able to overturn Belkenhoust's order if they got out of hand; would his men have taken it well?  Who knew...  But he was alive!  Res is never ganna believe this...  He hadn't thought of her since the announcement of his new position in the group- the thought that he'd be going into battle with little experience whatsoever was something that kept him up at nights- had he slept? 

"We're in business!"  He heard a tech say it so triumphantly- there was a certain drama to everything that made him smile- unbelievable...  The idea that they'd actually taken a ship of this size...  Unbeleivable.

"Great- get me a line to the Doashim and make sure we seal off all enemy troop movement and take back control of the guns- I'm sure they can be controlled from the bridge."  Jansen was something in himself- a little older but impressive, he worked confidently but nothing too cocky.  The VE is great...  What had he worried about?  Either way, he was going to get out of the VE after all of this- leave the fighting to people who could really do it.  Settling down wouldn't be too tough with Res's fortune- her father had been a banker for years and had literally begged Dosel to cut himself out of the Navy on thier last meeting.  Why hadn't he left?  That was something he hadn't quite figured out, because he didn't need the job, per se...  However, there was that necessity to do something- what was he going to tell his kids, if he had kids (that hadn't been decided yet), that he'd cut from the VEN in thier time of triumph?  When they'd needed him most, when they were going to retake the core he said- "No thanks?"  No- necessity dictated and at this time- they needed him.  At least he'll have been through one battle, and it would be one hell of a story.  This was fun...  And- the VE is good...

***

Yalno Lent was still amazed- how?  And what did this mean?  Was his Mon Cal adversary Warn Sliech dead, injured, captive?  Was there any chance to retake the ship?  Would the absence of the Jotunheim change the course of the battle for the worst now that he had openly attacked the commander's ability to do her job?  Had he been a fool?  No- relative rationale changes at all times...  Dad would be proud.

"How are we doing against those fighters?"  He knew the moral in the bridge had to be low, especially after losing a sister ship of equal capabilities and defense.  What was this?  This couldn't happen.

"We haven't hit a single one, commander- they're too close for our guns to target."  So now what?  Launch fighters?  He knew that they shouldn't have bothered to chase them into that asteroid field- utter foolishness...  Perhaps he had succeeded his leader in common sense, even the usual under-current of wisdom hadn't been in this decision- something else had driven it.

"Then focus on forcing them into a bottleneck- make it so they can't breathe and they'll have to resurface..."  He didn't have time to deal with individual fighters- this was ship battle!  Lent rubbed his forehead in an attempt to dispatch the growing head-ache, the reminder.

"Sir!  The commander wishes to speak with you!"  By this time, usually, Lent was reporting excellent news, taking the advantage, showing his true colors as they blasted thier way through the battle and claimed victory.  What was he to say now?  Perhaps this was the lesson he never taught and Yalno never learned.

"Put him on the viewer..."  Then again...  Some things never change.

"Lent- how are you faring?"  Does it matter?  He'd always hated that introductory question- why did people bother to ask questions if they didn't care to here the answer?  Just once he'd like to tell someone he was having one hell of a day- perhaps they could be his punching bag for a while- then he could truthfully say:"Great!"

"No better than they were last time you asked, Commander..."  He hoped that it didn't come off to agressive, Obili was still his superior in ways he would never understand- it wasn't smart to be sharp with someone whom everyone on his own ship was loyal to. 

"I see..."  Who has he been talking to?  When things got tough it wasn't like Obili to be quiet or disheartened, he usually encouraged, raved his men into action and ended up winning them a battle; they'd gone from thier and now they were back to step one...

"What is it you needed?  Are we going to pull out or what?  We can't be expected to keep this up you know-" Obili looked like he was going to say something, but Lent continued- "if we leave now we can come back stronger and take this system- three days, tops!"  Obili held up his hand and Lent was quiet, aware that he'd just rambled off a few incoherant ideas to highten his own stake in the battle, make it look like "if only he'd been in charge..."  Somehow he think he accomplished little more than the opposite.

"And what of the Hugin?  Are we to leave them?"  Lent was a little disarmed by the question, very aware that his answer would be of great concequence in the eyes of Cog Obili- if there was one thing the commander judged on more than anything else, it was personal character.  He'd asked at least a couple of times- "What do you consider to be the most evil thing?"  Yalno wasn't sure, but he bet he gave him one of his corny, self-promoting answers like "turning your back on a friend..."  Lent looked somewhat optimistic in those eyes, but there was a thin film of contempt and misery for something else- Lent answered:

"If we let them go right now, its unlikely the crews will be executed- they'll be held for questioning, then detained until they can be decided upon- that Imperial practice usually takes weeks, sometimes months."

"Under the Imperial Emperor it would take moments..."  Why would you say that?

He wasn't sure where any of this was going, but he made sure that his words were crisp- "The Emperor is dead."  Cog Obili nodded solemnly and said-

"He is right now...  But maybe not always- what do you think the first thing one of these Imperial dictates is going to do when they take power?"  What is this?

"Who says they will?"  Lent ran his hand through his hair nervously, he wasn't at all used to this line of questioning- this was a little deeper than the small talk the commander commonly initiated with his subordinates.  "Why does any of this matter?  Let's get out of here so we can save what resources we have!"  Was he yelling at Obili?

"I just need you to understand what we have to keep this section of space- we can't let up for even a moment..."

"Of course but..."  Then he saw it...  The gaze, the tilt of his head, a whisper in the surrounding space made him understand...  "What have you done?"  He already knew.

"It has to be done, or we might as well be back to square one..." 

"What did you do!"  Lent stepped away from the screen and sprinted down the bridge, past a row of a technicians. 

"Sir!  The Jotunheim is active!"  Yalno Lent managed to reach the viewport just in time to see the distant Strike Cruiser illuminate suddenly, lancings out beams of angry red energy into the sister ship Hugin, its underbelly fully exposed and unprotected.  He knew there was no hope before the blast ever started, pot holes in the underside transmuting into massive cracks along the hull as fissures of gas and energy erupted from all sides.  Within moments it would collapse in upon itself and the entire crew of the Hugin would be dead.
 
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  RE: Phoenix Wing: Livin on a Prayer
December 21, 2006 8:20:33 PM    View the profile of Than Sion 
A chain reaction of explosions spread across the Munin as it fell apart.  Then, like the finale of a large firework, flames veiled the starship to be quickly replaced with charred, twisted metal.  The thought of one ship firing upon its kin, effectively destroying it, was disturbing.  Even after the Storm Trooper strike, many loyal to the NR had still been aboard the ship.  But what felt emotionally wrong doesn't automatically make it wrong in the thick of battle.  The ship had come under enemy hands and was going to be used against the NR forces.  Cold logic was always needed, for the consequences of letting your emotions guide you are too high in the plight of war.  So Than Sion could not hold the decision against them, for stone cold logic made it the only choice. 

So much for that plan, thought Sion.  Than Sion took a split second to commemorate the Imperials that had perished in the flames and then moved on.  Dwelling only turns you into a mortal asteroid.

"Kaph 5 to flight 2, as you can see the plan on taking another ship failed.  That doesn't mean it is over.  It may be three against one, but the odds are not as bad as when we started.  Do not be disheartened, for the battle is not yet lost.  The first step to victory is to get rid of this Corellian junker."

The Doashim had increased its efforts to destroy the Munin Since the two biggest ships were both up and running now.  They needed to get rid of this one soon if they would have any hope of survival.

"Flight 2, prepare for another assault run," said Sion.  "At the rate we are going, it will take 3 or 4 more runs.  We don't have that much time.  Let's try to cut that down to two.  Don't forget about those guns either, I wasn't kidding about how they can fry you if you get too comfortable!"

"Seems like you are on top of things, five," said a voice that almost sounded like it came across the void between death and life.

Before now, their lingo had been common.  They had worked together closely and fought as one.  But this was the first time that Kal had directly said anything to Than during the whole battle.  Damn it seemed like someone above didn't deem him worthy of having a partner in battle.  First, he was promoted and Demonic become Will's wingman.  Second, Goltred was shot.  Now, Cyleaf was in critical care aboard the Doashim, his life hanging by a thread.  What was next?  Would a combination of Skylla's current condition and bad luck get her killed?  Than Sion shook the thought loose from his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this.  At least not now.

He focused his attention on the Corvette ahead.  He transferred what energy he could afford from his engines and shields into the cannons.  He also changed the cannon setting to quad fire.  Every shot counted in this game against time.  He pushed the trigger and watched the green streaks pound into the enemy ship's shields.  He then switched to missiles and let two slam into the shields.  He checked his displays.  The Corvette's shields were down to less than ten percent.  But that stat would be good as if they were completely powered up if the other two ships got into firing rang too soon... 

 
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