Chaos decided to use his down time to oversee the repairs on his TIE Defender.  His little Y-Wing stunt had caused him the most damage in the Squadron.  "Well girl, you performed better than I could ever dream.  But it's not over yet.  We have more hit and runs to perform." "Um... sir... are you ok?  It's unusual for the pilots to actually, um, talk, to their fighters." One of the Deathscythe's many mechanics working on Chaos' Defender inquired. "Of course I'm fine.  If a pilot wants to come home from every battle, it's best if they're friends with their starfighter.  If you like her, she likes you.  I proved that enough today didn't I?  That missile almost shattered her.  But she held together.  Isn't that right girl?" "Whatever you say sir."  The mechanic walked away convinced that yet another crazy pilot had joined the VEN, but it wasn't his place to say anything. "Now get better quick, because we have many more challenges to overcome."
 
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FM/LCRW Chaos/Venom 1-2/SpecOps Wing/VCF Deathscythe/VEN/VE [=A=]

Japheth finally finnished prying open the crate he'd been trying to open for almost 5 minutes. Excitement filled him, they were here. The sides of the crate fell away and there they stood, sat, or layed. He had ordered four droids, and they were finnally here. An M3P military protocol droid, virtually standard for all squadrons, and its counterpart, an R2 Astromech stood there silently, deactivated. Beside them were the MixRMastR Bartender Droid, and the RH series Card Dealing droid. It had set him back quite a bit to buy these droids, but his paycheck covered it. He turned on the R2 first, and it twitterd a greeting, rocking back and forth on its stubby legs. He then turned on the M3P droid. "Good afternoon, sir!" it started, "I am M3P-4VN, at your service! I am well versed in over 150 million different military proto-" Japheth put his hand over its mouth before it could continue. This wouldn't actually stop it from speaking, of course, but it took the hint and stopped. "You, quiet," he told it. It looked a bit dejected, if droids could, and almost seemed to sulk. Japheth moved on to the bartender droid. "Hey, yo, howzit goin'?" It said immediatly. Its voice sounded a bit raspy and perhaps a little on the high-pitched side. "So, what'll it be, eh?" "Nothing for the moment," Japheth replied. "I need to get you all situated. You," he pointed at the bartender," and he," he said, pointing at the inert cardshark, "will be in the pilot's lounge. You two," he gestured at the M3P and R2 droids, "will mostly be in the pilot's briefing room and the main hanger. Got it?" The R2 beeped an affirmative, and the protocol droid muttered ascent. They started to move out of the cargo bay they were in towards their designated areas. Japheth loaded the as-yet-un-ceiling-mouted cardshark on a repulsor sled, and began his walk to the lounge. Commerce was a beautiful thing.
 
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Chief Warrant Officer Japheth Cappadocious
Venom Squadron Commander

ADJ(NXO)/CMDR/CWO Japheth Cappadocious/Venom 1-1/SpecOps Wing/VCF Deathscythe/VEN/VE/[=A=][=SA=][=JCPA=][=SCPA=][MC:1]

TRN/UNI Japheth Cappadocious/VEDJ Academy/VCF Deathscythe

As they diverged, a few more X-Wings came up right behind Warmaker. "Hey, somebody got them?" Warmaker asked over the comm, speaking of the fighters behind him. "Gotcha, bud" Grl replied, changing her course to follow the X-Wings behind Warmaker. As she followed up behind the one who seemed to be the leader of them all, she began to engage and execute a nice quad laser shot right on the X-Wing and blasted him out of existence. "One down, two to go..." She told Warmaker. "Uh, would you guys mind giving me a little help here?" Just as she had said that, PJ came up right beside her and helped. As they went after the X-Wings traling Warmaker, he continued on his target. Warmaker, Grl, and PJ finished up their X=Wings they were after, and moved on to jump into hyperspace and serach for another fleet.   ----------------------- Petty Officer 2nd Class Grl Fury Navy of the Vast Empire EFM/CRW Grl_Fury/Viper2-4/m-SDD Atrus/VEN/V[=A=] "Why didn't anyone TELL me my ass was so big?!?!"

Rogue brought his battered Tie Bomber back aboard the Devestator for some much needed repairs. The last several fights he had been in covering Aegis had hurt his ship pretty bad. His ship was so damaged that he had to leave the fight before it was over in order to not get himself vaped. Nazgul's Flight Three was now down to just two remaining T/B's. Rogue's and Ez8's. Carnor Jax had been vaped at the start of this lastest encounter. Rogue finished docking and climbed out of his battered ship. He looked at the sides now stripped with black streaks from lasers scraping the hulls and wings.  The techs began to swarm over the ship rearming it and trying to repair the damage done to it. One tech, the crew chief, walked up to Rogue, "Sir, your ship is pretty heavily damaged. We will do our best to fix it, but you might want to see your Squadron Commander about getting another ship altogether. Something with Shields maybe." Rogue just nodded and said "your probably right Tech, your probably right. A shield ship would be better." Rogue then walked out of the hangar, heading to the mess hall for something to eat and to wait for Gravin to get back aboard so he could ask for a new ship.
 
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FM/PO2 Rogue/Nazgul 3-4/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/ (=A=)(=SA=)

... after Grl pushed him away and ran to the hangars WM first wanted to go after her, but then he decidet against that. "I must give her Time for herself" thought WM to himself. In his Years as pilot he saw many Pilots die in a battle and its never easy, but thats the life of a pilot. One mistake and you are death. He looked in the direktion where Grl run and thought to himself " She is young, i hope that she never made the final mistake, in the last battle it was short bevore for her  ....." WM goes to the lounge to get rid off the thoughts in his head, such thoughts arent good for a pilot ... In the lounge he sits down in a dark corner with a bottle whiskey and a glass and watched the other pilots drinking and playing. He was not really in the mood to drink, only to sit down and watching the stars outside ... A bit later he saw that Grl comes to the lounge and sat down before the bar, in her eyes he could see that she have cryed and that she is not only here to drink a water. After she has left the bar an hour later, WM stands up and goes to the Training Room, he needs Training now, the feeling when all the muskles in his body hurts. It was long ago when he learned his Fighting skills but such things you will neaver forget. After his training and after an cold shower he stands in his bathroom bevore the broken mirror and thought to himself "Hmmm i must let somebody replacing the mirror ....."
 
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XO/EFM/WO2 Warmaker/Viper 1-2/WING I/mSSD Atrus/VE/VEN (=A=) (=SA=) (=JCPA=) (=SCPA=) [VC-B]

You can run but you cannot hide
Have you ever kissed a Snake?

LoneWolf felt a rage burning in his mind and soul. It was frustrating that so many could be masacred and not himself be touched; Unscratched, Unharmed, only wounded mentally. so many people were killed in Sting and Kaph the next mission they would both fly together as one squadron. LoneWolf could tell that there was no turning back now he'd join the navy and now he would die inhte Navy. LoneWolf wouldn't let that happen, not until he got his revenge. LoneWolf went down the the Hangar and Stood next to his fighter looking out the hangar forcefield. He knew that there was another level he could reach in his skills he just needed to get there. LoneWolf broke away from his gaze then went to the firing range to release some angar he had.
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[SRC][VC:Ebony]

"Its the scared People who dont get anything done"
"theres no such thing as luck only skill"
"If you have Honor you deserve my respect"
-Navy's best pilot-

Riel stood on the bridge of the Devastator, and opened a channel to all Vast Empire ships.  "This is Rear Admiral Riel Fury, calling all ships in the Vast Empire.  Rendevous at the coordinates being sent to you.  Our assault on Loliath will begin in approximately 48 hours.  Whatever you are doing, stop and report immediately.  We have bigger fish to fry." Riel sat and stared out of the viewport.  This was going to be the biggest battle he had ever taken part in, and they were going to win. ------------------- OOC:  Later tonight I'll post about the fleet coming together, etc.  Until then, don't go overboard with any ships you want to fight...I don't want to find any Super Star Destroyers being yanked out of hyperspace by our interdictor.  But if you want to play with a couple, repeat a COUPLE smaller ships, feel free.
 
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Rear Admiral (L) Riel Fury
Navy Executive Officer
Raptor Five
Founder of Aegis Squadron
Dark Jedi Knight

LoneWolf ran towards the hangar feeling the adrenline of battle shoot through his viens all at once. it was an erie comfort. LW jumped in his V-4's cockpit and ignitiated all the systems. He hovered over the polished floor for a little bit then jetted out of the hangar bay. in the deep coolness of space, where eternal shadows hanuted all the fighters launching. LoneWolf prepared to make a few of the other enemy pilots join the haunting along with a horde of big pieces of battle debris which would originate from Mon Calamari crusiers and that big SSD. LoneWolf noticed Kain leaded teh massign group of Aegis pilots then flew into formation, he listened into the jabber. "Ok Aegis we have a big battle ahead of us. and its definatly going to be one of our worse ones, Keep on your toes i dont want to loose any one Got it!?" every one in the Squadron replied rapidly with a brief showing of fear and excitment, "Yessir!" with lonewolf fealing an odd sense of the battle and a new respect for it he and the rest of Aegis engaged mercilessly.
 
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PO1 LoneWolf /Aegis 1-2 (Aegis Two)/mSSD Atrus/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)[SRC][VC:Ebony]

"Its the scared People who dont get anything done"
"theres no such thing as luck only skill"
"If you have Honor you deserve my respect"
-Navy's best pilot-

Venom Squadron had lept out infront of the other fighters. Even the speedy Interceptors were unable to keep pace with them. Japheth looked at the fighter screen they were rapidly approaching, too many to count... 12 TIE Defenders... not fair, they wouldn't win... "Venom Squadron, pull up, we're gonna flank those guys about the same time they hit the rest of our fighters." He tapped his stick backwards and almost instantly turned the ninty degrees "upwards". He began a long slow arc that would put him and his squadron at the approaching fighter-mass's side at about the same time it hit the Vast Empire fighters. Twos squadrons of X-Wings broke off from the main group, intending to take care of Venom Squadron before they could complete their plan. "Venom, this is lead, engage those two squadrons at will, stay clear of the main group though until they've encountered our guys." Japheth linked all his cannons up and chose a target. At maximum range he clipped a shot of and then began evasive manuvers. The circle of ion and laser energy slammed into the X-Wing, the four ion bolts overwhelmed its shields as the four laser bolts bored into the hull. The two starboard S-Foils flew off with their engines and the X-Wing began to spin out of control. "Neutralized," Japheth thought, picking another target, which soon met a similar fate. Five more fell to him before his squadron had finnished off the rest. "Good job Venom, get your shields maxxed out from any hits you may have taken, the others have encountered the enemy, and its time we made the rebels regret getting out of bed this morning."
 
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Chief Warrant Officer Japheth Cappadocious
Venom Squadron Commander

ADJ(NXO)/CMDR/CWO Japheth Cappadocious/Venom 1-1/SpecOps Wing/VCF Deathscythe/VEN/VE/[=A=][=SA=][=JCPA=][=SCPA=][MC:1]

TRN/UNI Japheth Cappadocious/VEDJ Academy/VCF Deathscythe

'Okay. Kill 'em.' Fallen ordered softly over the intercom as he whipped around the X-wings. 'Take them on. I want them dead.' Fallen raced after an X-wing and blasted it in seconds, clocking up a decent record of around 10 ships in 3 minutes. 'Fallen, take your flight and come on over here and battle these guys. We've got maybe a squadron of Y-wings to tackle here.' 'Yeah right over. Flight three, cover Flight two. Get your butts over and slog it out. ' Fallen switched and talked to his usual partner, Rukh. 'Hey, I've got a 'lil neat idea that we might be able to put into use ... ' 'What? Cmon, let's hear it.' After a series of fast mumbling, Fallen could deemingly hear Rukh grin over the intercom. 'Brilliant! Cmon let's get moving with that!.'

  Darkhawk stood in silent thought on the flight deck of the Wild Karrde. So much had happened these past few months ... and yet, what had he accomplished? There was still so much confusion raging in his mind ... and he feared what would happen when he returned to the Vast Empire. Would they take him back in with open arms after so long? Or would he be forced back into exile once again?   He shook his head. If Riel and PJ had made it back safeley, things should be okay. He had friends in the Vast Empire - though not many - and he hoped that he had proven himself capable enough before he had fled from the Atrus that night so long ago. Everything that had happened months ago seemed like decades. Even his conversation with Mara seemed like it took place a week ago, and that had occured just a couple of hours earlier.   As he reflected on his current situation, and where he was going to go next, Mara and Talon entered the hangar from the port side. Darkhawk turned to greet them, swinging down from the cockpit of his black and silver E-Wing. Karrde's technicians had done a good job of touching her up and adding some special modifications. Darkhawk was just really glad he'd taken all that money from Imperial Center before he left. He felt a twinge of guilt about it, but the people whose money he had stolen were most likely long dead now.   "I hate to see you go, David," Talon said as he drew near. He held out his hand and Darkhawk complied, giving a firm handshake.   "You've done a lot for me, Talon. I'm sorry that I couldn't stay on with you all the way to the edge of the Outer Rim, but I think I've been here long enough."   "But where will you go now?" Karrde asked. "I wish you had told me weeks ago that you were looking for Grand Admiral Thrawn. I'm a ... business partner ... of his and I just saw him a couple of months ago."   Darkhawk nodded. "I wish I had, too. However, I don't think I have the time to wait around until he contacts you again. I guess one option I have in front of me is to go to Chiss and look for him there."   Mara shook her head. "No one knows where Chiss is. You'd spend months looking for it."   "Why don't you just stay with us a little longer?" Karrde questioned. "You're one of the best pilots I've seen since the war and we could sure use you in a fight."   "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm leaning on returning to the Vast Empire right now. I've got some friends there and it seems like a place I can fit in. Besides, no one there knows about ... my past." Mara looked away from him as he said that. Their conversation had ended all right, but she still was not very happy about the whole situation. And despite everything he had said, she still viewed him as a traitor; she also still had a bloodlust for Skywalker.   "Just make sure they don't blast you out of the sky when you show up in that E-Wing," Karrde replied.   Darkhawk laughed. "Thanks, Captain. Maybe our paths will cross again."   "Maybe. Thank you, David. Until then." Darkhawk made a similar goodbye and Karrde turned to exit.   There was a slight pause as Mara and Darkhawk just stood looking out into space. The Wild Karrde would be heading back out of the Flax system in a few hours. For now though, space was just as vast and beautiful as it was light years away. The sight of a planet from space still took Darkhawk's breath away. Sometimes the sheer wonder of space almost made him forget where he was. Sometimes.   "I guess this is goodbye, Gray," Mara spoke after a few minutes.   "I guess so, Jade."   "I still can't believe I'm letting you go like this."   "Neither can I," he answered.   "Do me a favor, will you? If you see Skywalker again, tell me, okay?"   Darkhawk laid his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get your man sooner or later."   She looked up at him. "What are you going to try to do about being blocked to the Force?"   He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe someone in the VE can help me. If not, I'll just have to deal with it. It bothers me ... constantly ... but I think I'll be able to live with it. I'm just glad no one did the same thing to you."   "I didn't betray the emperor," she countered.   There was another moment of silence. Then, "There's one more thing I need to tell you." That was Darkhawk.   "Yes?"   "Mara, I know you didn't have all the fits of dreaming I did. And what that means, I don't really know. But our paths were and still are linked somehow. And I feel that you need to know what those dreams showed me." She only continued to stare up at him, so he continued. "The Force ran strong in the blood of your family, Mara. You know as well as I that most of those of us who joined the Emperor's Secret Circle were taken from our parents as children." She nodded. "Your father was strong in the Force . . . as was your mother. They were both Jedi once." Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. "Yes, Mara, the Force runs strong in your blood. Your father, your mother, you . . ." He paused and swallowed hard. "And your brother."   She pulled away from him at the last remark and turned away. Darkhawk moved to go over to her, but then decided against it. He stood watching her for a while, and then slowly turned and began to climb up into his snubfighter. He knew all of it came as a shock to her - much more than t had to him when he realized what the dreams meant; when his memory flared up and he remembered his life before the Empire had come into it. That quiet life on Vargran with his Jedi fugitive parents and his little sister.   Just as he was about to climb into the cockpit, Jade turned back around. He paused in mid-motion and looked at her with a slight smile on his face. It was hard to tell what she was feeling and he yearned to be able to stretch out with the Force. He could tell that she understood it all, though. Or, at least, she comprehended as much as he did.   "Will I ever see you again?" He shook his head. It was impossible to know the answer to that question. "I . . . don't go," she stammered. "There's so much we need to talk about. This changes so much. I have so many questions I need to ask you."   "I know. But I can't stay here any longer, Mara. You know that as well as I do." She looked down at the ground. "I'm glad that you believed me," he added.   "Something told me that I had to," she mumbled. "Just like it's telling me now that I knew you were my brother all along."   "The Force works in weird yet wonderful ways sometimes, sister," Darkhawk said. She looked back up at him and they smiled simultaneously. Then, with a quick nod, Darkhawk climbed into his E-Wing. The sleek starfighter lifted off from the flight deck and then shot off into space. One ex-Imperial was off to rejoin his comrades in an unending fight and the other was left with so many questions that it made her head hurt.   Mara watched her brother fly off into the night sky all the way until his navigation buoy. Once he jumped to hyperspace she slowly turned and looked back at the hangar. He gaze fell upon her Z-95 Headhunter and she was almost tempted to go after him. Shock still coursed all throughout her mind and body and she longed to ask him so many things about the past.   But she held her self-control and began a slow, long walk back to the bridge. David probably didn't remember any more than she did, so that would be futile. And he was right - something told her that it was time for him to leave from the Wild Karrde. And that same feeling in the back of her mind told her that she had to stay, a little while longer, at least. This was her new home and there was work to be done.   Besides, there were still plenty of years ahead for her to find Skywalker and give him what he deserved. Oh yes - she would find him. And she would make him pay one way or another.
 
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NTO/FL/LCM Darkhawk/SXO/Aegis 2-1(Aegis Five)/WingOne/SSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=A=)(=SA=)(=JCPA=)(=SCPA=)(=FOCE=)[BRC][VC:Ebony]

OOC: oops

OOC: Nice to see you posting again Red5...one problem...we're kinda in the middle of a battle for our HQ planet, and Nazgul is with the rest of the fleet fighting the rebels...
 
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Rear Admiral (L) Riel Fury
Navy Executive Officer
Raptor Five
Founder of Aegis Squadron
Dark Jedi Knight

Red5 gripped the control shaft of his TIE fighter and juked wildly, narrowly avoiding the advanced missile from a tailing A-Wing. A few shots and the projectile exploded in a fiery cloud, momentarily shielding his ship from the A-wing's sensors. He let off a flare, throwing the enemy fighter slightly off course. But it was enough. Gravin swooped in from behind and below, blowing the A-wing away. Rend, one of the newest recruits to Nazgul, was having a hard time avoiding a simple B-wing in his Interceptor. Red5 had known from the start that Rend would just be another casualty. Gravin came over the comm to Red5, "Red5, get over there and assist Rend. As soon as thats done, you both head towards Mangol. Looks like a Republic carrier is on its way over there; we can't afford to lose those shipyards." "Yeah, if we ever hope to get TIE/I, they'll be coming from there!" Red5 flew over to Rend, cruising in slowly behind the B-wing. Several shots took off its wing and lower laser, and a missile destroyed the wobbling craft. Rend's shaky voice reached Red5. "Thanks, Red5. I thought I was gone." Red5 almost shot back that he would be soon, but kept his thoughts to himself. "We need to head towards Mangol. It looks like they might be making a strike at it." - - - - - As Red5 neared the asteroid, he saw the others coming in beside him. A Golan III Defense Platform loomed in front of them, ringed but automated defense turrets. Rend, being new, had no idea how useless that was against fighters. "Why do they need us? They've got that Golan Station to defend them." "Rend, they'll need a hell of a lot more than one Golan to defend against a full complement of fighters." Arturus came over with, "Yeah, and they've probably got two."
 
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[SRCRW]/[LCR][Red5]/[Nazgul]-[1]/[Wing 1]/[None]/[1VENF]/VEN [=A=] (medals)

As Red5 cruised between Golan Platform and Auto-Turrets, he noticed something not quite right about the markings on one of his wingmen. He peered at the wing, trying to make out that symbol. It almost looked Imperial. . .Ah, there it was. In the center of the symbol was a tiny, Rebel Alliance symbol. It was scratched, as if someone had tried to wear it off, but he could still vaguely make it out. "Nazgul, we've got a Rebel! Off my starboard. Take him out, boys!" The Rebel ship had been on the same frequency as the rest of the squadron, and dove before anyone could take a shot. Gravin came over the comm. "Dare, Shino Kisake, and Rent, chase him out of here, then rejoin us." The other ships continued towards Mangol, and the advancing Rebel cruiser. "Flight Three, arm A/Proton Torpedoes. We'll make a strafing run on that carrier, then you focus on the docking bay. Hopefully we can get a hole in the shields big enough to sneak a torpedo through." What remained of flights one and two flew in fast, spinning wildly to avoid turbolaser fire. A trainee in flight two went up in flames, his sluggish movements costing him his life. "Go now, three!" Six proton torpedoes left the bombers, crashing into the docking bay two at a time. Rogue watched the explosion, counting "1, 2, 3, 4, 5. . ." An explosion inside the ship signalled success. "Nice job, Three," said Ez8, "And now the other side!"
 
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[SRCRW]/[LCR][Red5]/[Nazgul]-[1]/[Wing 1]/[None]/[1VENF]/VEN [=A=] (medals)