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Ibram Tyrol
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  Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 14, 2008 4:23:26 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram stayed in his seat for a few minutes after everyone had been dismissed. He went over the mission data one more time, feeling slightly better about things now that his concerns had been voiced.

He knew this mission was going to be tough, tougher than anything he had ever done so far...

But I'm ready.

He looked around at some of the faces of the pilots as they filed out: determination, calm, apprehension...This mission might make or break some of these pilots. He nodded at some his Nazgul counterparts; their SC had called another meeting to discuss Nazgul's part of the operation. Ibram expected that the skipper was going to do the same.

A weird mood had settled over the squadron lately. Everyone seemed a little more edgy, a little more bummed out than usual. Ibram felt it too, although he was hardly surprised.

After the ambush and subsequent defeat during Operation: MJOLNIR, the squadron felt they had been robbed, that they had left the job "unfinished". The XO had really taken it hard, as for some strange reason he had felt responsible for the deaths that occurred on the Forerunner. Jaden had mentioned that the XO had done most of the planning for MJOLNIR.

The skipper had told him that he had hoped the recent competition might take their mind of it, give them some focus, cheer them up… and it did, for a while. After Nazgul's leader tore up the scene at the last minute, clinching the victory, Viper was left feeling beaten and slightly dejected. They couldn't help but realise that there was another loss under their belts.

That had been the last straw for some people. Ibram had been saddened when his wingmate, and good friend Lieutenant Jaden announced that he was resigning from the navy for a while.

"I'm too old for this kid...I'm becoming dead weight." he had said.

"You newbies...you don't need me anymore. Tom is a first rate CO, and you've got flight leaders...and then theirs middle-men like you kid. You did good back there in the competition...you did good every since you got here. I think you're ready to strike out on your own from now on."

Jaden had taken the next shuttle bound for Vectra, NAVYHQ. He had some things to take care of there before he moved on.

"Who knows kid, piloting is in my blood. We may yet see each other again."

Even getting promoted to Petty Officer (2nd class) hadn't cheered Ibram up that much afterwards. It took a couple of mornings of killer hangovers to make him realise that being bummed out and drink weren’t good combinations, and since people in high risk professions are as likely to give up drink as pigs are likely to be used as close ranged fighters, Ibram decided it was time to cheer up.

Maybe this mission will remind everyone of how good they really are.

Standing up, he saw the CO and the rest of the squadron milling around the entranceway, and went over to join them.

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Sorry if you wanted to start this off skipper...I just though it was best if we didn't fall behind. I've left it very open for you anyway, i was just adding come context and some character stuff, so the shows all yours now
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- Innocence is the cost of Justice

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Viper Squadron "Captain's Own"
We fly, you die

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 14, 2008 9:46:12 AM    View the profile of Mira O'Riley 
She was lean, stronger, a lot of her curves were replaced with muscles. A toothpick hung from her mouth and sunglasses held back her now chin length curly hair, in regulation that she didn't have to keep braiding it back. She got up from her chair after the room had been dismissed and headed towards the training room.

"I'm so hardcore, a real badass," she thought with a slight smirk.

"Thinking about how tough you look with your new haircut aren't you?' Tomas asked coming up beside Mira.

"Hell yeah, and I'm hot!" Mira thought guiltily taking a long sideways glance at Tomas and grinned, "And your point?"

"None really, where are you heading?"

"Well I wanted to get a little more training, I mean I'm getting pretty good with my melee training," Mira spoke, touching the vibrosword on her belt and smiling fondly. Not to mention her trainer was really good looking, with his dark hair, blue eyes, strong chin and warm voice. Mira grinned giddily, if that didn't get a person to work out she didn't know how other people did it.

"Mira come along with me," his dark blue eyes sparkled as he held out a hand to Mira. She was dressed in a long white gown, looking unsure she looked up at him with questioned filled eyes before taking his hand, he pulled her onto a horse and they rode into the sunset.

'You're really getting into your training," Tomas spoke raising an eyebrow at Mira's expression.

"Yeah Master Ingrade is a really good teacher," she said snapping out of her expression. She really had to quit daydreaming right in front of Tomas. Well at least she wasn't thinking of other squadmates that way. Then again she had an interesting dream about Ibram with involved a lot of chocolate, little clothing, and for some reason a TIE Fighter. She blamed it on the take out the night before, even if she occasional let herself take in how nice Ibram looked.

"Why don't I join you in training? I could use a little refresher on melee fighting," Tomas said as Mira turned to go into one of the training simulation rooms.

"Uh, okay, sure, grab a vibrosword," Mira said slowly thinking for a moment. I couldn't hurt, besides Tomas had been complaining about them not spending as much time together as they use to. Mira shook her head, they only had an hour or two before the shuttle took off. She had gotten into the habit of pre packing everything before the mission briefing so she was ready to go, after a few missions of forgetting to pack underwear was enough for her to always be prepared.

Taking her vibrosword from her waist, Mira stood waiting for Tomas to get ready, "Come on now, I'll go easy on you," she said sweetly.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 14, 2008 11:22:56 AM    View the profile of Tomas 
"Volek is a world that is populated by a smuggling operation with ties to the New Republic.  They have a small platform where they do business, as well as a base on land where we think they are housing the Admiral.  Viper, your mission will be to rescue him.  You will be going down in a Bulk Freighter that is housing your TIE Fighters inside.  You will be going down to the planet as another smuggling group trying to form an alliance with the smuggler chief Nobunaga.  We don't have much intel from the ground, but there seems to be one compound where there is more activity than anywhere else, so you'll be landing there.  The goal is to find the Admiral, spirit him out and get off the planet quickly.  There will be a TIE Defender housed within the Freighter for the escape.  When you take off from the planet you can expect a considerable amount of resistance, so we expect you to have to jettison the Freighter as you exit the atmosphere and scramble into defensive formations.  You will also be providing cover for Nazgul Squadron as they finish their portion of the mission."

Oh sure, they've pulled out all the stops for the big man, and we're stuck flying ancient death traps. Sure we're good, but it wouldn't hurt to have a little more firepower and upgrades to work with. Maybe not TIE Defenders, but something would be nice. Tomas wasn't sure how easy it was for others to pick up on, but he was not happy about the current resource assignments especially since Nazgul had been recently given Interceptors and Viper were left in their TIE Fighters from before. In fact, he was half tempted to slip into the TIE Defender when the time came and fly off, forcing the NXO to fly in his Fighter.

As the briefing itself concluded, Tomas felt that it sounded a tad brief and left a number of topics uncovered that the Squadron Commander hoped would be covered in the accompanying datapad. Given what had happened on Viper's last mission, he'd rather know more about what they were up against then they had been told of.

The mission was also going to require alot of coordination, and simply put the squadron lacked experience with only two pilots remaining from the last joint mission the Navy had undertaken.

I have complete faith in the squadron, and what they're capable of. Hopefully this new task force the Navy's got going can provide us with the necessary cover. He had to admit, he was surprised to see Tokijin announced as a commander of a corvette. From his time in Nazgul with her, it didn't seem to fit her personality. But either way, she had been put given the command position and Tomas could only hope she had the training to carry it out successfully. Tomas did not really know much about the other ship captains, save Arturus but rumours were that they were some of the best fighter pilots and squadron commanders in times past. Once again, the Squadron Commander was left hoping that would transfer properly into commanding an entire ship.

Following the briefing, the majority of Viper had gathered around the entrance to the meeting room discussing what could be expected on the mission. It seemed a couple were a tad unsure about the other whole ground-based operations, while others couldn't be more pumped up.

Tomas tried his best to answer any immediate questions his pilots had, as well as satisfy the concerns they possessed. This went on for a few minutes before he noticed Mira slipping out of the room. The discussions had already wrapped up, and he now stood talking to Ibram and Anden, one of the new pilots in the squadron. Excusing himself, he left after her his longer stride allowing him to catch up with relative ease.

"Thinking about how tough you look with your new haircut aren't you?" Tomas asked as he caught up, smiling as his sudden appearance caused Mira to jump ever so slightly.

"And your point?"

"None really, where are you heading?"

"Well I wanted to get a little more training, I mean I'm getting pretty good with my melee training," Tomas noticed Mira reach down and touch her vibro weapon, before seemingly space out. She'd begun to stare off into the distance as they walked, running her fingers along the weapon tenderly.

"You're really getting into your training," Tomas said in an attempt to snap her out of it.

"Yeah Master Ingrade is a really good teacher."

"Why don't I join you in training? I could use a little refresher on melee fighting," Tomas suggested as they arrived at the training rooms.

"Uh, okay, sure, grab a vibrosword."

As they entered, Tomas was saddened to see the equipment the training facilities had itself had seen their share of time. The blade Tomas selected seemed to be the best of the bunch, despite numerous scuffs and weathering of the hilt.

"Come on now, I'll go easy on you," Mira said sweetly as Tomas stepped onto the training floor. Oh boy, what in the world have I gotten myself into? he thought as Mira settled into a fighting stance. Tomas tried his best to mimic her stance, but it was obvious he was in over his head.

The two circled for a few moments before Tomas' inexperience led to him going on the offensive. He got in three tactically placed blows, each blocked without much effort on Mira's end before his counterpart swung out her leg and tripped him. While he did not fall, it caused him to stumble backwards as he attempted to regain his balance.

Mira chucked, "is that the best you've got?" Hmm, she hasn't been training THAT long, this Master Ingrade must be one heck of an instructor, Tomas thought as they circled again, the Squadron Commander pondering what he could do to overcome Mira's training. I have a bad feeling about this...

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Feel free to write out any questions you guys have about the mission as part of your post. If you're really unsure of what to put for "my" answer, post it on one of the discussion threads for the story, or come discuss it with me/C-3 on IRC
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 14, 2008 3:59:05 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
Lukas sat in his seat during the briefing of this latest Naval mission as he listened towards every detail of the situation. This was an important mission towards all who were involved, which he nodded after the explanation of Viper Squadron's role in this mission. It was imperative that the Rear Admiral was to be rescued and secured within the hold of the Vast Empire once more.

The more imporant fact within all this was this mission is to be Lukas's first with Viper Squadron. He had only joined them while they were in the midst of their last mission, and this would be his chance to make the grade or break it. He smiled a bit as he heard the last of the briefing being detailed towards the new squad, Task Force Alpha. He turned to see them and gave them each a nod as he hoped that they all can bring the Rear Admiral safe and sound.

Lukas stood up and followed the rest of Viper Squadron towards the entrance of the room, needing one question that had to be answered. He knew that his FL could answer it himself, but it would be good for experience sake if he asked the CO his question instead. However, Tomas had whisked himself away with a woman of the same squadron. He had never seen her before, and she must be very important to him if he wanted her so quickly. The decision was made to put the question on hold for now until the time was right to ask it.

Lukas stepped out of the room and headed towards his quarters as he knew that he had to prepare for the upcoming mission. It would be his first, and he hoped that it wouldn't be the last.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 14, 2008 4:57:28 PM    View the profile of Zane ZyCrusis 
Zane sat in the conference room as the debriefing took place. He sat in the corner listening to every word being said. He had a pretty good memory and now was his time to use it to. Their mission was to be go to the planet Volek to rescue the Admiral. They would be going as a smuggling group trying to form an alliance with the smuggler chief Nobunaga. They would have to be out quickly, no fooling around, or for that matter even slowing down.

Everything in the room  was serious, and very quiet. Everybody wanted to get every detail, they didn't want to be the one to mess things up. They had failed Mjolner, and now a new mission was about to begin. With any luck they would be able to pull this one off with a little dignity this time.

Zane had recovered from the blast that had knocked him unconscious. He had been picked up and taken to the Naval Base. There he had been hospitalized and after a little while he was revived. Zane spent a couple days recovering and then that was that. Later that day he was told that a new mission for the squad was going to take place, and to go to the debriefing.

So here he sat, in the dark corner where it was hard to see his face with his hood drawn up. Zane would be ready for everything that was about to happen on this mission, and this time he would not miscalculate anything. He was lucky to have lived that blast. If not for the safety restraints, the extra air, and the other safety precautions he had taken he would probably be dead.

But he was not, and that was it. Zane sat and listened to all the questions his fellow pilots had, and then the answers their commander in return gave them back. Zane had no questions yet, at least none that he could think of at the moment. He did however record everything on his own datapad so that it could be used as a reference later if needed.

As the meeting progressed things were going well, and it seemed as though everyone was getting everything well. Zane listened and finally the meeting was over. After he finished recording the last of the meeting he got up and headed out. He was just in time to see the newest recruit, Lukas rise and follow the CO.

However it seemed that he would be to late, and indeed he was. The CO was tied up in his own conversations with Officer Mira. Lukas frowned and walked out the door. Zane followed, and quickly caught up with him. The new recruit seemed startled by Zane's sudden appearance, but Zane smiled, then disappeared down the corridor before the recruit could blink.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 15, 2008 12:13:37 AM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
After the very brief Mission briefing Anden watched as the members of the Nazgul squadron were called by their SC to meet further about the mission. Not surprising. There hadn’t been a lot of information given to them except a very brief explanation of what their separate mission objectives would be.

As he watched the Nazgul Squadron exit the briefing he nodded and gave a friendly smile to those he made eye contact with. He didn’t really get the feeling that there was any ‘bad blood’ between the two different squadrons. Then again he was new. What he did know was that he was eager to get to know more about their plan for once they were on the ground. Anden thought it was a very good plan, the little that he knew of it. Being a smuggler usually required one to have skills of being a pilot. Sending pilot’s down and try and persuade Nobunaga to form an alliance with them, it was a good way to play things out, regardless if it was their commanding officer. That point made it important to them personally, true. But he thought it would be better to send a squadron of pilots down rather than a squad of Stormtroopers. He didn’t have anything against the troopers, he just knew that they would blend into the environment easier. And if he had learned anything from the last mission it was the importance of getting in and out and staying unknown for as long as possible. 

The part that he was very ready to see was the chance to see a Defender in action. Oh man, how I would love to get to fly in that. He thought to himself as he found himself at the back of he briefing room with Tomas and Ibram.

“I don’t know about you guy, but I have half a mind to get into that Defender myself.” He said with a wishful grin. The comment brought a smile to Tomas’s mouth.

“Not if I beat you to it, Beliam.” Tomas said leaning in towards them. Then he was off, as if he disappeared in a magic show, with Mira who Anden recognized as another Viper. He had been about to ask a question to get a see if he could work out a few more details on any exact parts of the plan. He guessed they would have to wait.

Anden looked to Ibram as his wingman, Phineus, walked over to them. Anden gave Ibram a what’s with those two? look. Ibram just gave him a grin and he glanced back in the direction Tomas and Mira had taken off to then gave a shrug.

“So what you do you guys think about the whole going on a ground mission?” he asked to those who were still around, with little success in hiding his excitement. After all, extraction was one of the types of missions that intrigued Anden the most. Get in, get on and over with it and get out.

Not to mention doing it with as little detection to them as possible. It would make keeping the Admiral, and themselves from taking on any serious injuries.

“’We fly you die’ sure doesn’t have as much meaning when we are on the ground, it will be good to get up in our fighters.” Phineus said assuredly, and Anden smiled in agreement with him. Even though the idea of extracting and rescuing the Admiral gave him a thrill, nothing compared to the feeling of home while locked loaded, ready to take on the enemy in his tie fighter.

As he stood there, with his forearms folded gently across his chest and talking with some of the other Vipers, Anden caught a site of Zane and Lukas and tried calling out to them, but Zane had already disappeared. Odd, I wonder where he went off to. Anden wondered for a moment if he still needed some down time after being so close the explosion. He had hoed to congratulate him on a good kill, and also hoped to see how he was doing. He called Lukas over to them, wanting to make sure he felt welcomed with the Squadron.

“Come on over here mate, no reason to go of to your quarters to study the mission just yet.” He said as Lukas came over to them. He extended his hand to Lukas, “I’m Anden, good to have you onboard. I am new here as well, great to be outta flight school eh?” he asked with a smile.

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 15, 2008 10:00:33 AM    View the profile of Mira O'Riley 
Mira stepped backwards giving herself a little room, she was quicker, and had more skill then Tomas but his hit were a lot harder then hers, already her hand was growing a little numb from his last attack. She licked the sweat that had dribbled down her cheek and stuck to the side of her mouth. She grinned impishly at Tomas' sweat dampened curls and slower motions. Someone hadn't been working out that was for sure.

"Straighten up your stance, get your balance, you're sloppy O'Riley," A voice that curled around the R of her name said from the door distracting Tomas and Mira from their match. Mira's cheeks turned crimson as a tall, thing but muscled man walked into the room. His blue eyes were like steel and almost as hard to see through. His nose had once been handsome but now looked as though it had been broken several times. Melee Master Jericho Ingrade walked up to Mira and Tomas, the sides of his mouth twitched in a smile as he looked at Mira's pupilish sheepishness.

"Tomas I presume, she's spoken about you, from her talk you're a good CO," he added with a nod to Tomas before e grabbing Mira by the small of her back and making her stand up straight, 'I aware that you're short, but still stand up straight," he said Mira's cheeks grew warmer as Master Ingrade went through the process of fixing her leg and arm stance. "If you weren't so quick O'Riley you would have lost most of your matches."

"Well I figure if they have no idea what I'm doing then I have a better chance of throwing them off guard," Mira spoke softly shrugging a little, she felt very small, and very shy around Master Ingrade.

He let out a chuckle and shook his head in amusement, his hand reached out and brush a rebellious curl lock from Mira's eyes, "Hear you're going out on another mission, take care of yourself, if you're anything as a pilot as you are a melee fighter I don't know to be impressed or worried."

"Very funny, I can take care of myself," Mira scowled before she jumped a little as Tomas cleared his throat, she looked over at him puzzled to see an odd look on his face, his mouth was a thin line, his eyebrows were furrowed together and his eyes didn't crinkle around the edges as they usually did.

"We'd better get going," Tomas said darkly.

"What? Oh yeah sure, see you later Master Ingrade," Mira said still looking puzzled as her and Tomas headed out of the training room. "What's wrong?" Mira then asked, Tomas went to answer her but before he could Ibram swooped down grabbing her around the waist and tucking her under his arm.

"Hey let go!" she protested hitting Ibram several times in the chest.

"Let me take care of this pest for you sir," Ibram grinned Mira's punching not even making his flinch.

"You can't just pick me up and sling me around like a sack of potatoes!" Mira protested again before her chin jutted out moodily.

'Anyway the reason why I'm here is....wanna screw with the new guy?" he asked grinning at Mira.

Tomas let out an irritated sigh, "I have to go get ready for the mission," he said before walking off leaving Mira and Ibram scratching their heads.

"Anyway, how bout it?" Ibram asked and Mira's face broke out into a grin, "Whatcha got in mind?"
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 15, 2008 12:27:07 AM    View the profile of Tomas 
Tomas stalked off towards his office to the sound of Mira giggling behind him. He'd been enjoying the time they were spending together, despite the fact it was him getting his butt kicked in something athletic. He decided right then and there that he was going to get back into the kind of shape he'd been in growing up. He'd been introduced to grav-ball as a kid, and taken to it like a fish to water. The sport had in turn had kept in great shape, despite the fact that he merely played in a "recreational" league. These days were a different story, as piloting and other Navy duties took up the majority of his time. Sure, he still kept his slim physique but the muscle ratio was severely decreased.

The way he had seen Mira interact with her instructor no doubt strengthened Tomas' resolve. It was obvious to see how fit and attractive Master Ingrade was, and now that Tomas had seen the two interact the far off dreamy looks Mira tended to drift off into made more in more sense. At least, that was his guess at what they meant. Regardless, Tomas was not giving up without a fight and hoped with a little work of his own Mira wouldn't need any distractions like Ingrade.

And that was what Tomas was thinking as he entered his office. Sure, it was likely a overreaction and Mira probably liked him just the way he was. But with everything Tomas had just witnessed and taken part in, that was his mindset at the moment.

It was time to focus on something else though, as Tomas had much to plan for the upcoming mission. The main component of reaching their objective revolved around successfully playing the act of a smuggling group. This started with the proper ship codes, and registration in order to get on the planet's surface itself. From there Tomas figured the best course of action would be to take on aliases. No point in risking background checks revealing them as Imperials was there?

Hmm, I think I shall be ... Francisco Zanzabar. Has a nice ring to it. Hmm, John Prettyboy sounds about right for Ibram ... not to unrealistic for smugglers really, and I'm sure the others will get a kick out of it. Hm, what's a good name for C-3? Destructobot, Tinman? Ah, screw it ... he's probably got some sort of name generator thinga-ma-bob installed in that wiring of his he can pick his own damn name. The rest of them too while he's at it.

With that, Tomas gathered his notes and set off to find the rest of the squadron in order to finalize the immediate plans. What they decided to do once on the planet itself could wait for now, but he felt it better they become familiar with eachothers new callsigns as soon as possible, in order to prevent slip ups down the road.

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Alright guys, feel free to post about whatever you're doing up until the squadron meeting as well as in the squadron meeting. Be sure to post about receiving your "new name" and letting us know what it is. Otherwise we will choose one for you ... and I can't guarantee that you'll like it.
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"Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood, the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart."
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"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it."

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 15, 2008 1:52:43 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
As Lukas walked down the hallway towards his quarters, there was a sudden breeze that chilled his bones a bit. However, it wasn't the breeze that startled more than the smile that he received by the hooded pilot. He knew that this man was a part of Viper Squadron, but with this surprise, Lukas knew that he was much more than he appeared. Within a fraction of a blink from his eyes, the man was gone from his sight.

A shocked look was upon his face as he stared down the hallway, wondering where the man was about to go to, and what is his true affliation with this squad. It would a matter that Lukas would have to take care of after this mission was over, but only after then. It was at this point that his concentration was shaken by another voice that recognized faintly. He turned to see one of the new pilots head towards him with a smile on his face. Lukas hadn't met any of the other pilots except of those who taught him in Flight School, so it was refreshing to see a new face.

With the introduction by Anden, Lukas took the hand in a firm handshake and a returning smile towards him. He nodded that it was good to get out of Flight School and offered his own comments to the conversation.

"Yes, I agree. I learned much in there, but there's no better experience than to be out there in the field. Since you're as new as I am, I was wondering what it was like to fly one of those TIEs out in the battlefield. I mean, what was it to be free out there in the midst of combat?"

Lukas asked this for the same reason as any new pilot would: good, old-fashioned advice. This mission is important to all involved, and that included Lukas as a member of Viper Squadron.
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January 15, 2008 5:03:40 PM    View the profile of Zane ZyCrusis 
Zane laughed at himself as he disappeared before the young recruit’s eyes. He listened as him and the other new pilot talked. After just a couple a minutes he decided he had enough so he decided to retire back to his quarters. Zane had decided that he could wait here, and also do any other duties until it was time for the mission.

Zane passed his own self designed security features, and then walked through the metal scissor doors. Turning on the light Zane could help but look at the wonderful view. This mission had to be a successful one; they were even partnered with the Nazgul Squadron. What could go wrong?

Zane couldn’t see anything going wrong but he knew that wrong would definitely find him. Zane sat down, and while pondering he hooked him self onto his oxygen tank. It was a hi-tech device, and it was used to filter his mechanical lung. Zane didn’t have to do this too often tough, and it was a length process.

After  finishing that he then went to his gravmill  to exercise. Zane always exercised when ever he could. He even suped up the gravmill so that he could get a way better workout. Zane kept every bit of him fit and very muscular, and for this new mission he would definitely need it.

After a few hours of that he decided to go and do some combat training of his own. Zane needed all the workout he could get before the mission, he would need every bit of strength and skill he could get. From what the Commander had said it would not be an easy mission.

Zane had decided to visit the Imperial Center to buy a few supplies and such. After that he decided to wonder around for a while. But after wondering around for a few hours he soon found that there was nothing really to do.

Silently Zane made his way back to his room. Then after getting everything ready for the mission he decided to go to the local cantina. He really had nothing else to do. So leaving once again Zane now made his way to the cantina .

Finally making it there he was once again overwhelmed by the intoxicating aromas of the alcohols and cigar smokes. Zane really preferred for none of these, unless it was a very rare occasion at least.

Zane found and empty table and pulled out his datapad to review the mission. After reviewing again Zane then began to ponder about his new mission name. He had always favored Shadow as a nickname or code name. But for this Zane would probably have to have a fake name that sounded like an actual name.

Zane thought for ever and finally and arguing and consulting with himself he finally came up with one that might work.  Zane had decided on Ezekiel "Shadow" Black. It wasn't catchy really, maybe it even wasn't the coolest. Zane really didn't care. He kind of liked it.

After deciding his new mission name Zane thought maybe perhaps with any luck maybe some of the other members of the Viper, or even the Nazgul squads would join him. It was after all a pretty bit table and they did have some time till the mission began.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 15, 2008 8:10:27 PM    View the profile of C-3PX2 
During the Breifing

C-3PX2 sat in the brefing room, ready to go back out and serve the Empire. He was making sure to pay full attention to the mission. This was a mission of Importance, more importance than any mission Viper Squadron has done since the reopening of it. The Executive Officer of the Vast Empire Imperial Navy’s Capture had been a rumor going around for a short while, but it was being confirmed at this briefing. This was going to be a mission for the books, Viper and Nazgul Squadron working together, two rival squadron having to work with each other to meet a common goal. More was the fact that this would be the Opening Mission for “Task Force: Alpha”, a newly formed force of warships.

"Volek is a world that is populated by a smuggling operation with ties to the New Republic.” Vast Empire Naval Tactical Officer Darkhawk said during the briefing.

Immediately, C-3PX2 bring up the information of the Planet Volek from his databanks, there was very little on the planet. The Tactical Office began to go over the Squadron’s Objectives. Viper was being tasked with the Rescue of the Admiral, meanwhile Nazgul would be tasked with Destroying any Intelligence stolen from Vast Empire. As the briefing continued, more details were explained. At the end of it all, there was a massive mission on them.

"We will be departing at 0600 tomorrow, so get prepared and good hunting." the Tactical Office said as he finished the breifing.


C-3PX2 stood up, and exited the briefing room with the rest of the Pilots. He began to partition a small section of his Memory Cores for the mission, as he normally did so that he would have all the data. He downloaded everything he could that was relevant to the mission and threw it in the partition. Everything from Corvette Specification, to a Pre-Flight Perpetration System Check list. He wanted to be ready for anything.
> : There is nothing wrong with fear.
> : You need never be ashamed of it, as long as it doesn't stop you functioning.
> : Fear is your natural warning system; it keeps you alive so
> : that you can fight. If you show me a man who isn't afraid,
> : and I'll show you a fool who is a danger to his entire ship.
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January 16, 2008 6:55:34 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
“Whatcha got in mind?” Mira said with a grin.

“I was thinking some major psychological warfare. Nothing like a complete breakdown to take care of those pre-mission blues.”

Mira gave a brief chuckle, “Since when did you turn into an evil “old-timer”? You’ve still yet to prove to me you’re not a newb.” She stuck her tongue out.

Ibram grinned. “I guess I’ve spent too much time around you O’Riley. C’mon, let’s go own some newblets.”

Mira and Ibram began walking back towards the briefing room where Ibram had left the new guys chatting excitedly about the up-coming mission. It was hard to believe that Ibram had been like them a mere two months ago. He had come along way in such a short space of time.

I guess war changes people. Fast.

Mira had a towel round her neck, still slightly sweaty from her previous workout. With her hair at it's new shortened length, Ibram couldn’t help but think how good she looked in her training gear. He was still trying to figure out how he felt about this wild flirtatious brunette. Events over Solstice had finally helped him to get over Marisa, and move on with his life, but he still mulled over whether Mira was where he wanted to move on too…

Not everything has to be long term, especially in this profession…maybe I’ll just have a bit of fun.

He realised he had been staring, and that Mira had caught him at it.

“See anything you liked?” She said with a sly smile.

Ibram grinned again. “You could say that…I hear you’re really coming along with your melee training. I saw you kicking the CO’s arse all over that training room.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She teased. “But yeh, I’ve always wanted to improve on that side of things…and I guess it was a good shout because here we are, about to go on a mission that will require a bit of ground pounding. You should get some practice in whilst you can.”

“I’m okay,” Ibram explained. “I’ve been giving myself lessons for a while now. My uncle is in the Imperial Army back on Minor, and he sent me some CQC material to celebrate my promotion. I’ll admit though, I’ve had little practice with people.” He gave Mira a side glance.

“Well maybe I’ll get to kick you’re ass before the mission too.” She said with a grin.

“In your dreams sugar.” Ibram stuck his tongue out. Mira blushed slightly, as if remembering something.

“Enough about dreams,” She said. “I just saw that Anden guy go down to the crew quarters, maybe we can catch them there?”

“Last one there is a Bantha turd” Ibram said as he sped off.

Mira chased after him, whipping Ibrams rear with her towel.

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The two pilots found Anden and Lukas hanging out side the crew quarters, talking quietly about the up-coming mission. Anden and his wingman Phineas had already flown the failed MJOLNIR mission, so weren’t complete newbs. Lukas on the other hand had just joined up with them, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was both excited and awed by the events unfolding before him. Jaden would have hated him.

Rookie, Ibram thought with a grin. He missed the erstwhile Lieutenant.

Ibram spoke first. “Hey guys, how are you settling in? I’m Ibram, and this here is Mira. We form the official un-official Viper Squadron Welcome crew.”

“We’re here to make sure you guys aren’t having any problems.” Mira chipped in, a mischievous glint in her eye.”

Lukas introduced himself first and Anden re-acquainted himself with the older pilots. “We haven’t had much time to talk since MJOLNIR….I’m sorry I  wasn’t able to participate in the competition.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was close, but we ultimately got our asses handed to us. No thanks to this lout.” He nodded in Mira’s direction.

“I’m too good for those things.” She said tersely.

Lukas sniggered like a schoolboy. Ibram decided to let the mind-fucking begin.

“So, are you guys stocked up on Elbow Grease? Skipper says we will need a lot of it for this one.” Ibram could see Mira barely containing a giggle.

“Elbow grease?” Lukas and Anden frowned.

“Yeh, lubricates your elbows. Great for crawling.” Mira chimed in, grinning like and idiot.

“Which remind me,” Ibram feigned a light-bulb moment. “I need to pick up some break-light fluid from the store.”

“Head light fluid?” Lukas was looking worried. Anden was busy reading his datapad, as if trying to verify what Ibram was saying.

“We may have to fly in tight formations, gotta make sure you’re breaks are in order.” Mira explained. She was very close to tears.

Lukas glowered. “You’re having me on aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Ibram blurted out. Neither he nor Mira could contain their laughter. Anden couldn’t help but grin, despite himself. Even Lukas eventually let out a chuckle.

“Oh I needed that.” Ibram wiped a tear from his face. “You guys are alright. You can take a joke.”

“Oh you are one evil sunuvabitch Mr. Tyrol.” Mira was dabbling her towel round her eye.

Before Ibram could reply, his comlink beeped, as did everyone else’s.

“All Vipers, please report to briefing room 022 for a squadron briefing.” Tomas’ voice blared out in Quadruple. “We will be going over our part of the mission, from insertion to extraction.”

Back to the daily grind, Ibram mused as the four pilots started wondering back, chatting.

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January 16, 2008 1:20:13 PM    View the profile of Sicario 
Phineus trekked through a corrider of the Atrus, softly singing a Yellow AT-AT song as he made his way to the lounge. He couldn't help but think of getting in a good nights sleep after the last mission, maybe a hot meal. But for now, his mind was set on relaxing, watching the new holo-opera. There was something else also. An aching feeling in the back of his mind. He didn't know what it was, but it scratched ever so gently on his brain.

What is this? Some ardent feeling, then a feeling of lonesome.

Phineus struggled to gather up ideas that made sense. He felt anxious, but awaited nothing. He felt warm, safe, but couldn't understand it.

"Gage!" A small female voice exclaimed from behind him. "Phineus Gage!"

Phineus turned and caught the eye of a familiar stranger, a shorter girl, 5'6" maybe, neck length black hair and brown eyes. He reconized her yet couldn't place a name.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I hope so." She said enthusiastically, "My name's Kayla Roto, we met on Coruscant."

Phineus had to ponder the name for a moment before realizing who she was.

"We met at the space port, I lent you some credits." He said.

Kayla let out a slight giggle, "Yeah. I heard you flew for the Navy, I just transfered here."

"You fly too?" He asked.

"More important, I'm a tech, I make sure you jocks get off safely."

Phineus noted a slight sarcasm in her tone.

"More important?" He couldn't help but smile at that, "Are we not the ones who provide safety? Do we not get the jobs done, putting our lives in the cruel hands of the cold night sky."

"Still have that poetic touch. And the total disregard toward our kind."

The conversation morphed into a game now, and Phineus seemed delighted he finally stopped thinking about his odd feelings.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my techs, but I'm fairly certain any droid or well trained pilot could do your job." Phineus replied.

"Well I'll just remember that when I'm preparing your fighter, you are Viper 3 correct?" She asked

"Affirmitve."

Kayla began to walk past Phineus, "Don't be surprised if you have trouble taking off, Gage."

"Wait!" Phineus called out as she waltzed down the corridor, "Wanna grab a quick bite?"

"Hurry up, I don't have all night." With sarcasm and a wink, they made their way through the ship.
"It was his destiny to join the Empire. He saw death, hatred, evil. How he came out sane, I may never know. If he can control his fear, then Phineus' potential will never be greater."
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January 16, 2008 1:21:54 PM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
"Yes, I agree. I learned much in there, but there's no better experience than to be out there in the field. Since you're as new as I am, I was wondering what it was like to fly one of those TIEs out in the battlefield. I mean, what was it to be free out there in the midst of combat?" Lukas had replied after they shook hands.

The question was to be expected. Anden just looked to the others there. They had all had more experience than he did in an actual mission. He had only signed on with the squadron last minute right before the last mission. After the squadron members didn’t say anything. He replied, “It feels like home.” He said with a smile.

Anden’s comlink gave of two beeps in quick succession, and in a smooth motion retrieved it from his belt and spoke into it, “Go ahead R7.”

A very rattled and irritated line of beeps, blurps and chirps came through and Anden responded surprisingly calmly, “Easy R7, I don’t care what you have to do, give ‘em a jolt if you have to. If they still won’t leave it be, then I come there.” He said as they began making their way back to the crew quarters. Anden stowed his comlink back on his belt and walked along with the others.

On his datapad showed some schematics of his Tie Fighter and he was checking and adjusting things on the screen with a stylus, making plans for his next modification to his Starfighter.

If the tech ‘liked’ his improvements to his TIE’s scanner range…they are gonna have a field day with this” Anden thought to himself, grinning.

He clicked the display on his datapad off and slid the stylus into its slot as Lukas asked him another question. “They said that there will be a TIE Defender in the freighter we are going down in….” he said with an eagerness that was anything but shy, “Do you think that they will give us all Defenders to fly in?” he asked.

Anden couldn’t stop a grin coming o his face, Yeah, and the republic is going to just fall down and die.[i] “Not a chance mate, you do know how much it costs to produce. Naw, we’ll get to fly back in our Tie’s.” Anden said with out sounding overbearing in the least bit. [i]That is unless Tomas has something to say about it. He thought remembering the remark that Tomas had made earlier.

That was when he spotted Mira and Ibram walking up to them.

…Here comes the initiation jokes…” He said grinning once he saw the lightly hidden smirks the two were wearing, sneaking a glance at Lukas and pulling out his datapad again he knew that the newbie was a little enamored by the whole everything going on that he probably didn’t get the sense of what was happening. He knew that the jokes would most likely be aimed towards him as well- it was expected and he really didn’t mind.

Ibram was the one who spoke up first, ah, the instigator of the small prank,

“Hey guys, how are you settling in? I’m Ibram, and this here is Mira. We form the official un-official Viper Squadron Welcome crew.” Ibram said warmly.

“We’re here to make sure you guys aren’t having any problems.” Mira chipped in, a mischievous glint in her eye which Anden caught and he doubted Lukas could say the same.

Anden talk some more with the other squadron members a bit about some of the equipment they had already decided they would need for the up coming ground mission, checking and readjusting the starfighter image and functions here or there, then he heard Ibram talking about the previous botched mission.

“We haven’t had much time to talk since MJOLNIR….I’m sorry I  wasn’t able to participate in the competition.” Anden said, being truly sorry he couldn’t have had a hand in helping the Vipers.

Ibram shrugged it off, “Don’t worry about it. It was close, but we ultimately got our asses handed to us. No thanks to this lout.” He nodded in Mira’s direction.

“I’m too good for those things.” Mira responded in a short matter-of-fact tone.

Lukas sniggered like a little as Anden glanced down at his datapad right before Ibram put in. “So, are you guys stocked up on Elbow Grease? Skipper says we will need a lot of it for this one.”

Mira was now nearly to the point barely containing a giggle, hiding it as if acting she had something in her eye.

“Elbow grease…?” Lukas asked, sounding very unsure of himself and glancing from Anden, to Mira and then to Ibram. Anden put on a frown, deciding to play along. 

“Yeh, lubricates your elbows. Great for crawling.” Mira chimed in, grinning like and idiot.

“Which reminds me,” Ibram continued on, acting as if he had just remembered something very important. “I need to pick up some break-light fluid from the store.”

“Head light fluid?” Lukas was looking worried. Anden was busy reading his datapad, as if trying to verify what Ibram was saying.

“We may have to fly in tight formations, gotta make sure you’re breaks are in order.” Mira explained. She was far past the point of containing a giggle and if there had been anything in her eye it would soon be washed away from tears that were soon to come.

Lukas glowered at the two more experienced pilots. “…You’re having me on aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Ibram blurted out, both he and Mira could no longer contain themselves. Anden could help but grin and chuckle at the site of Ibram nearly convulsing with laughter or of Mira trying desperately to dry her now pouring eyes from hard she was laughing. Finally even Lukas let out a chuckle that gradually became more sincere and free.

“Oh I needed that.” Ibram, finally said after the laughter died down a bit, “You guys are alright. You can take a joke.”

“Oh you are one evil sunuvabitch Mr. Tyrol.” Mira was dabbling her towel round her very wet eyes.

That is when all of their comlinks set off with a notification from Tomas.

“All Vipers, please report to briefing room 022 for a squadron briefing…We will be going over our part of the mission, from insertion to extraction.”

As a side note on Anden’s datapad appeared an instruction to choose new names for themselves to be used on the mission. “Looks like we get to be whoever we want to be.” Anden said to the other three, telling them about the side note.

Anden shrugged, “Alright then..” he thought for a moment, then continued, “Erik Dysart…good to meet y’all” he said in the genuine drawl similar to one of the mechanics who he had worked.

Lukas gave another one of his sniggers, Mira rolled her eyes and Ibram exclaimed, “Come on, Beliam…is that honestly the best you come up with?...” then leaned towards Mira whispering not so quietly, “Are we sure he was supposed to be assigned to Viper?...”

Chuckling a little, he elbowed Anden jokingly and Anden gave him a shove back in good humor. They continued on there way towards the briefing room meeting other on the way there.

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 16, 2008 2:15:17 PM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
The breifing was just that. Fair and smiple as they always sounded. Aleia  sat far in the back close enough to the door and closed her datapad when it ended. The other pilots got out and moved out in groups, talking about the upcomming mission. Aleia gave  a sigh as most of her squad had already left. It had been a long time sense she had even been with them. She felt remotly detached from them all.


Her past "liiness" that snuck up on her kept her confined to her bed and away from missions. It wasn't lifethreatening but she missed the thrill of piloting. It seemed to be her only companion other then the dark silence of her room. Standing she straightening her uniform and pulled her brown hair back over her shoulder. Tightening her pony tail she swiveling her green eyes over the room one last time and left the room.

It wasn't like her to feel so lost among the others. The one time she had flown with the squad was only in training sims and even then she had kept it proffesional. Leaving the area once it was over to go back to her own quarters and study. It was all she really knew from being raised in the academy.


Tucking her data pad under her right arm Aleia, made a right turn down the hall. Her boots tapped lighty against the smooth polished floors as she kept her eyes straight ahead as if looking at some invisible target that only she could see.
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January 16, 2008 3:34:08 PM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
So many stars was looked at by Lukas as Anden answered the question that was asked before. It was to be expected to be excited about giving the opportunity to be a part of this infamous squadron, and it would be a thrill to fly with him as well as the rest. Out there, it was to be his home, and for Lukas, it would be his home for years to come.

Lukas did pose another question to Anden about the possibility of flying the Defenders instead of the regular Fighters for this mission. Unfortunately, his mood dampered a bit with the answer that was given to him. It would have been very interesting to fly the latest that the Imperial Navy has to offer, but it was not to be. However, for Lukas, it's great to fly anything at this point, especially in a mission as important as this one. With a slight smile, he nodded to the answer and accepted it as much. The regular Fighters would do for this mission, and there were more well-known in the galaxy anyway, so it was still a plus in his book.

Then, the world became twisted within a few minutes with the arrival of Officers Ibram and Mira. Lukas knew that the normal hazing of the new guy was coming at some point, and he had to admit that these two did a good job at making their jokes. However, with the mention of 'head light fluid', Lukas took a smile to this while Anden was checking his datapad for the use of such thing on a TIE Fighter. He called them out on it, and it was confirmed that these two were joking, to which he took a chuckle with them. A valuable lesson was learned from this, and that was to keep the eagerness and giggles to a low minimum. He was here for the glory of the Vast Empire, and he had to act like it.

Suddenly, his comlink, as well as the others, flashed to life as Tomas called the Viper Squadron over for a meeting about the upcoming mission. It was time to figure out how to get the RA out of this mess that he's in, and it was the Viper's job to get him out. He nodded to that as he turned towards the group that he was in. Anden announced his cover to Ibram and Mira, so Lukas did the same with his alias.

"Mixaf Kilost, and the pleasure is all mine."

The two officers shoved Lukas and Anden in good ribbing as the group turned and headed towards the meeting room. Lukas gave a good shove back to Ibram before concentrating on heading towards the briefing. It was good to finally meet the men and women that he will be flying with, and these few minutes was good for Lukas in all fronts.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 16, 2008 4:53:53 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram did a double take, but it didn’t help.

That can’t be…she’s dead. Shes gakking dead.

“Hey guys, go on ahead, I’ll catch you up.” He said to the others, and sped off down the corridor.

It can’t be, it must be a coincidence….same hair….same back…..coincidence.

Ibram broke into a jog. He rounded a corner, and there she was, standing not two feet away from him, looking around as if lost. He realised he was staring, and that she had caught him.

I’ve really got to stop doing that.

“Can I help you?” She asked tentivley.

“Er…hi. My names Ibram.” He gave a weak grin. “You’re Viper right? I was just wondering if you knew of the Squadron meeting we’re having in a few minutes."

“Yeh, I thought it was down here, but I guess I got lot. You must be one of the newer ones.” Aleia said.

Aleia Dreycon was the CO’s wingmate, according to the roster. Ibram had glimpsed her once when he first arrived, but she had been in her flight gear. He never realised how much she looked like Marisa until now.

“Yeh. I joined up at about the same time you went on leave.” Ibram had never bothered to enquire why she had disappeared. “Illness” She replied.

“Oh….well…you look much better.” He said with a nervous chuckle. “The meeting room’s down this way. I can show you.”

Aleia gave a shy smile and nodded her head. “Lead the way.”

Walking along, Ibram was fighting hard not to look at Aleia. She did look just like Ibram’s dead fiancée…at least from the back. From the front, she had a slightly rounder and, though Ibram felt guilty admitting it, prettier face. 

Gak…what do I say?

Whilst past mourning Marisa’s death, this girl somehow managed to make him feel just the way she did when he first met her.

“So….looking forward to getting back into action?” He asked.

“Yeh….I love flying…it’s really the only passion I had. Was really depressing being stuck in the Navy Hospital all this time.”

“We’re you on the Salvation?” Like the former Imperial Navy’s Redemption, the Salvation was an older model Neubelon-B-class Frigate converted into a mobile Accident and Emergency Hospital Unit.

“Yeh…it has some escort fighters, but none of the pilots would let me fly.”

“Bummer” he said after a pause.

After all this time I still haven’t gotten any better at it.

They rounded the corner, and was met with the rest of Viper Squadron milling about the briefing room door. Ibram saw Mira, who in turn saw him and waved.

“Hey stranger! Where’d you run off to?” She paused as she noticed Aleia, eyes slightly narrowing.

“Aleia isn’t it? Welcome back.” She gave Ibram another glance, and let out a sly smirk.

“The CO hasn’t turned up yet, the lazy oaf. I’ll leave you two alone.” She slid off.

Don’t make it too obvious Mira. Ibram glowered.

He turned back to Aleia, another shy smile on his lips. “Guess we’re in for a bit of a wait.” He said.

“Guess so.” She replied.

Ibram stared blankly at the floor for a few minutes, wondering what to say.

Awkward.

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"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Petty Officer 2nd Class Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron "Captain's Own"
We fly, you die

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FM/PO2 Tyrol/Viper 8/mSSD Atrus/1W/1FL/VEN/{=*A*=}/[NER]

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 17, 2008 10:05:52 AM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
They rounded the corner, and was met with the rest of Viper Squadron milling about the briefing room door. Ibram saw Mira, who in turn saw him and waved.

“Hey stranger! Where’d you run off to?” She paused as she noticed Aleia, eyes slightly narrowing.

“Aleia isn’t it? Welcome back.” She gave Ibram another glance, and let out a sly smirk.

“The CO hasn’t turned up yet, the lazy oaf. I’ll leave you two alone.” She slid off.


He turned back to Aleia, another shy smile on his lips. “Guess we’re in for a bit of a wait.” He said.

“Guess so.” She replied.


God.. what am I doing? I. .I don't talk to people..


She thought to herself, lowering her eyes slighty from him a she ran her hand back over her shoulder. Rubbing her neck gently she wasn't sure why she was even still next to him. The few other Vipers that were standing about seemed to be standing off apart from them. Making Aleia feel like a target with Ibram.


"So.. apart from being in Sick Bay.. I never see you around with anyone.." Ibram spoke up.


Crap.. way to go... Make her think I'm some weirdo..

Ibram kept a straight face. Not giving anything away but hoped she really wasn't going to freak out on him. Aleia tensed for a moment. Not saying anything to him for a few heartbeats that seemed to draw out longer then it actually was.


Her own mind was clicking. Thinking on how to reply as she didn't think he ment anything like a special someone in her life. It wasn't somethign she ever really thought of. Flying was her only passion.

"That's because I don't..."  She looked straight up into his eyes. No hint of anger in her voice.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 17, 2008 11:25:11 AM    View the profile of Tomas 
Tomas rounded the corner and gulped. His entire squadron stood waiting outside the briefing room. Without a word to any of them, despite their attempts greet him Tomas passed through the crowd and stepped inside the room taking note of the clock display on the back wall. As the rest of the squadron filtered into the room after him, the squadron commander took his place at the podium.

"Well," he addressed the squadron once they had all found a seat, "I guess it's too much to ask for you to all be on time I see?" This statement resulted in a number of puzzled looks, as well as some that seemed ready with a comeback though stopped themselves due to the current location and situation they were supposed to be in. Instead one of the newer recruits raised his hand.

"Sir, we've been outside for several minutes waiting for you to arrive."

"You're right, and I would have expected you to be waiting in your seats so we could start as soon as I showed up. It's not like the door was locked or anything," Tomas stated with a chuckle uncharacteristic to what would be expected in a briefing. "But in all seriousness, I apologize for the hold up. There was a delay in receiving the ship codes we'll need to land on the planet.

On a similar topic we will be using fake names once planetside, as I mentioned previously. How many of you managed to come up with one for yourself?" Tomas asked, looking out on the squadron. Only a small handful raised their hands. "Alright then, for the rest of you here are envelopes containing your new personas. Hope you like them." With that, Tomas handed them out with various reactions ensuing. He paused momentarily to give the pilots a chance to read over the files.

"Okay, now to the mission itself. Insertion should be pretty straightforward. Use the landing codes provided by Intelligence to gain clearance to the spaceport. From there we'll try and stay low key, and between the lot of us I'm pretty sure we can get some information on the whereabouts of the XO. I'll likely have to meet with chief Nobunaga at least once in order to maintain our cover and divert any suspicions. From there we'll roll with the punches and come up with some sort of plan to get him out of there. Basically, once planetside: gather information, don't draw attention to yourself, and maintain cover and we should be fine." With this Tomas turned in Ibram's direction.

"Speaking of cover, I was thinking we could give an illusion of a tight knit group that has been together for quite some time. Seasoned, I guess you could say. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we've been in have brought you two together? You know?" This caused Mira to break out in laughter next to Ibram, as he slunk deeper into his chair. Meanwhile, Tomas noticed Aleia turn beat red and look in Ibram's direction, before snapping back around to give Tomas the kind of glare that caused a shiver to run down his spine. Apparently Mira was in the know about something, that Tomas was not. He made a note to ask her later.

In an attempt to help his pilots with their embarrassment, Tomas continued on with a couple other minor details. "Well that's all I've got so far, you're dismissed."
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 17, 2008 5:35:16 PM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
“That’s because I don’t…..” Aleia said, staring at him.

Tough crowd. He thought.

“Yeh I kinda noticed….It’s not as bad as people say you know. Unless you’re with Mira.”

That brought a small smile. “Yeh. I remember that about her.”

Progress. Progress is good.


A sociologist somewhere would probably find it fascinating that Ibram’s thought processes were becoming more basic by the minute in the presence of this shy young woman, but Ibram just found it annoying.

At that moment, the CO rounded the corner. He made some joke about everyone else being late and ushered them all inside, but Ibram wasn’t really paying attention.

“Hey…you wana sit with me? I don’t bite.” He said.

Aleia paused for a moment, still rubbing her neck. “Sure.”

Rather typically, Mira planted herself on Ibram’s other side, and periodically ribbed him with her elbows. It made conversation rather difficult.

“So…where you from anywaoooow.” He winced.

“Are you ok?” She asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yeh.” He said trough clenched teeth. “Stubbed my toe.”

The skipper began talking about the mission.

"Okay, now to the mission itself. Insertion should be pretty straightforward. Use the landing codes provided by Intelligence to gain clearance to the spaceport. From there we'll try and stay low key, and between the lot of us I'm pretty sure we can get some information on the whereabouts of the XO…."

Ibram leaned over again. “Ever had any training for something like this?”

“Several Naboo-style Martial arts, and some hand-to-hand. You?”
“My uncle sent me some army CQC material, and I took self-defence as a teenager. I haven’t has much practice against other people though. Fancy some sparing later?”

“Yeh, we all know what kind of ‘Sparing’ you’re into Ibram.” Mira chipped in.

Ibram and Aleia both turned bright red, and Ibram gave Mira a glare that would stop even Vader in his tracks. Ibram realised the skipper was talking to them.

"…. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we've been in have brought you two together? You know?"

That made Ibram pause.

Oh gak….

Mira was laughing beside him, and Aleia had turned even redder, and shot the CO and even meaner look. The CO simply smirked.

“That wasn’t a request by the way.”

After the meeting was over, everyone slowly filed out to enjoy what was left of their preparation time. Mira started teasing the CO once again, but gave Ibram a sly smile as he followed Aleia out of the briefing room.

Ibram really wanted to punt her, but he suspected something was going on between her and the CO, and it probably wasn’t the best of ideas to go ticking of you’re CO.

Aleia turned round on him abruptly, cheeks still slightly red. “I suppose we’re going to have to sort our story out for later.” She said flatly.

“Yeh, guess so.” Ibram said, trying to keep a brave face.

Aleia paused, as if struggling with some internal logic that couldn’t understand what she was about to say.

“Well…how about discussing it over a drink at the bar?”

Ibram paused again.

Gak me, did she just ask me for a drink?


“Er….sure! I’d love too!” He gave a genuine smile, which seemed to help her relax. A little.

“Good. I need to go to my quarters quickly. I’ll meet you outside in about twenty minutes.” She said.

“Sounds great.” Ibram resisted the urge to pinch himself.

“I’ll see you then.” She walked off, a little too quick for casual, but Ibram didn’t notice.

“See you then.” He said quietly.

OOC:
602 words
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Petty Officer 2nd Class Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron "Captain's Own"
We fly, you die

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FM/PO2 Tyrol/Viper 8/mSSD Atrus/1W/1FL/VEN/{=*A*=}/[NER]

Ibram Tyrol/WS Ibram/Lotaith/VET/VE
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 17, 2008 6:14:27 PM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
Yeh, we all know what kind of ‘Sparing’ you’re into Ibram.” Mira chipped in.

Ibram and Aleia both turned bright red, and Ibram gave Mira a glare as Aleia was about to open her mouth to ask Mira exactly What kind of sparing  she ment when the CO broke into their side conversation...


"…. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we've been in have brought you two together? You know?"


WHAT!!!!


Her mind  shouted but instead she felt a warm rush of heat to her face as she grew a nice shade of crimson. Ibram himself was embarressed. Not helping tot he fact that Mira made no move to conceal her laughter. Aleia gave her CO a dangerous glare and was about to stand and argue against it when  the man spoke.



“That wasn’t a request by the way.”



Giving a defeated look on her face ALiea slunk into her chair, face still burning red with embarresment.

"Shit..."


SHe grumbled against it. Mira leaned over and gave her a smirk as if she had the whole thing planned out. Aleia however preteneded not to pay attention to her as they were dismissed.After the meeting was over, everyone slowly filed out to enjoy what was left of their preparation time. Mira started teasing the CO. Aleia wished she was a little more like her. In the sense of being open and carefree. 


Aleia turned round on him abruptly as they were about to leave, cheeks still slightly red. “I suppose we’re going to have to sort our story out for later.” She said flatly.

“Yeh, guess so.” Ibram said, trying to keep a brave face.

Aleia paused, as if struggling with some internal logic that couldn’t understand what she was about to say.

“Well…how about discussing it over a drink at the bar?”



She waited and watched something on his face change. Hoping she hadn't said something wrong as she had decided that she might as well get to know him better sense she was now obviously going to be stuck with him.

Got to learn better people skills



Er….sure! I’d love too!” He gave her a smile and she relaxed a little. Not really sure why, but she would think about it later.


“Good. I need to go to my quarters quickly. I’ll meet you outside in about twenty minutes.” She said.

“Sounds great.” Ibram resisted the urge to pinch himself.

“I’ll see you then.” She walked off, a little too quick for casual, but Ibram didn’t notice.

“See you then.” He said quietly.



I can't believe I just did that...

She thought almost bitterly as she hit the door panel to her room. Tossing her datapad to her bed she paced the room for a few minutes. Boots tapping  almost to the rythem of her pulse as she brought her hands to her face.

"God.. why.. I'm no good at this.. Why the frak did I do that.. "

ALeia was half tempted to just forget the whole thing. Yea.. easier said then done as more then likley he would seek her out at some point and they were goign to be together for the mission. Hell, she didn't even know how to pretend to be in a relationship. Her mid raced for a moment more. It wasn't like her to fret, but something about Ibram made her seem and act diffrent.

"Tomas.. I swear to god if you wern't CO.." 


She hissed. Naturally he had probably planned that, or even more so at the hint of another squadmate in particular....


Mira...


Repeating her name as she swept back in her memories to right before the meeting as she almost too casually said she'd leave Ibram and herself alone. Aleia knew she had something to do with it. Yet she was SOL for the moment. With a sigh she  took a deep breath and walked out of her room. Almost looking like she was walking to her death as her feet tapped against the floor towards her destination.


However, as she approached and caught Ibram standing outside waiting; rocking almost nervously on his feet; Aleia's attitude changed almost instantly. Her movements less stressed and her eyes softening as she approached him.




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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 17, 2008 6:38:38 PM    View the profile of Zane ZyCrusis 
Zane was at the bar for a little while when his own comlink went off.
Just like the others the same message spouted out of the comlinks speakers.

“All Vipers, please report to briefing room 022 for a squadron briefing…We will be going over our part of the mission, from insertion to extraction.”

Zane got up immediately and headed for the Briefing Room 022. Zane was one of the first ones their, again taking his place in the dark corner. Zane got out his own personal datapad which he modified himself to record voice and picture in 3D image. Of course it needed to be hooked up to a Holographic projector though.

After several people arrived, and even when the room was filled, their was no commander. to Zane it didn't seem like him, but that was none of his business anyways. Finally the commander arrived and the meeting began.

On a similar topic we will be using fake names once planetside, as I mentioned previously. How many of you managed to come up with one for yourself?" Tomas asked, looking out on the squadron. Only a small handful raised their hands. "Alright then, for the rest of you here are envelopes containing your new personas. Hope you like them." With that, Tomas handed them out with various reactions ensuing. He paused momentarily to give the pilots a chance to read over the files.

"Okay, now to the mission itself. Insertion should be pretty straightforward. Use the landing codes provided by Intelligence to gain clearance to the spaceport. From there we'll try and stay low key, and between the lot of us I'm pretty sure we can get some information on the whereabouts of the XO. I'll likely have to meet with chief Nobunaga at least once in order to maintain our cover and divert any suspicions. From there we'll roll with the punches and come up with some sort of plan to get him out of there. Basically, once planetside: gather information, don't draw attention to yourself, and maintain cover and we should be fine." With this Tomas turned in Ibram's direction.

"Speaking of cover, I was thinking we could give an illusion of a tight knit group that has been together for quite some time. Seasoned, I guess you could say. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we've been in have brought you two together? You know?" This caused Mira to break out in laughter next to Ibram, as he slunk deeper into his chair.

Then soon enough it ended, and Zane walked out. Once again he went to his room and exercised a little, and trained just a little more. Finally as dusk began to overtake the planet, Zane decided that was enough for that day, and headed back down to the bar.
It didn't take long, and once he got their he again went to the same table, and ordered a non-alcoholic drink.

Zane again sat and pondered about the mission, about his life, even a bit about his squadron members. Zane sat for what seemed like forever, and becoming board soon pulled out his datapad and decided to review the last briefing. What could it hurt, were his thoughts? He had nothing better to do anyways.

Zane even pondered about that for a couple hours. He again found himself wondering that he might be joined by the other squadron members. Right now he didn't care, he was board, and going back to his quarters would be a waste of time. Well, of course this could be a waste of time as well, but it would be a more fun waste of time though.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 18, 2008 11:06:06 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Ibram’s mind reeled as he quick-timed it to his quarters.

Gods Ibram, what are you doing?

Marisa’s death had hit Ibram hard. So hard that he ended up leaving Yaga Minor all together and moved to VE space. He had since gotten over it, even to go as far to flirt with girls like Mira, but nothing serious.

Enter Aleia, a woman he barely knows, but already makes him feel like a teenager. There was defiantly something about her, separate from the fact she looked like Marisa.

Stop analyzing this Ibram. You’re just squad mates for the moment. Have the drink, and discuss the mission, nothing more.

Entering his quarters, he made sure he had his mission gear ready for later, and left to go meet Aleia at the bar. In a moment of weakness, which he immediately regretted, Ibram wondered if he should sort out his hair.

I’m gakked.

Ten minutes later he was waiting outside the ships main watering hole. For some reason, no one ever knew what it was called; they only called it “the bar”. Ibram enjoyed several minutes thinking over that. Anything to distract him from reality.

He began to rock back and forth on his heels.

Definitely feel like a teenager.

He spotted Aleia heading towards him, and gave a gently wave.

“Hello.” He said.

“Hi.” She said.

A few awkward minutes past before Ibram remembered it was usually the guy who took initiative.

“Shall we go in? I’ll get the first one.”

“I do have money you know.” She said as they walked slowly inside.

Oh dear….

“I didn’t think you…didn’t. I was just being friendly.”
“Oh.” She said. “Thanks.”

Ibram came back a minute later with two drinks, non-alcoholic of course.

“So, we’re a couple now.” She said as he sat down.

“We’re a couple now.” Ibram replied. “I doubt there’s any need to have our surnames match or anything. I don’t think Pirates bother with marriage.” He was still trying to get his head around this situation. The two had only just met, why would the skipper think they would be a good partnership? He remembered how Mira had reacted to the two of them, and suspected “Foul play”.

“Good. What’s our story?” She said, trying no to blush again.

“Keep it simple I guess. We’ve been in the squadron together since the beginning, helped each other out numerous times, ended up in bed together.”

“You make it sound so romantic.” She said with a shy smile. It still took Ibram a minute to realise she was joking.

“Life of a pirate.” He chuckled nervously, “You gotta love it.”

Another couple minutes passed, with Aleia looking at her drink like she had never seen anything so interesting before, and Ibram staring off into space. He noticed Zane was sat on a table by himself on the other end of the room.

That dude is weird. He thought.

Aleia spoke up. “You looking forward to the mission?”

“Yeh, will nice to get back into things. The Squadron has been on a bit of a downer since MJOLNIR went south.”

“I heard about that, an ambush or something.”

“Yup. A Newb and a Mon-Cal. We may be good, but we’re not that good. And the Forerunner had a huge hole in it. Still, made a few good kills, so I’m happy.”

At the mention of piloting, she seemed to perk up. “I love flying, I’ve wanted to be a pilot for ages….” She stopped suddenly, embarrassed at the emotional outburst.

Ibram smiled. “It’s ok. I love flying too. My dad taught me when I was 15, but I had been all about fighters and piloting since I was old enough to walk…dad was a deck chief at the major spaceport on Yaga Minor.”

Aleia actually looked interested. “Really? What did you learn in?”

“A re-vamped ARC-170. My dad did it up.”

“No!” she exclaimed. “Wow….what was it like?”

Ibram smiled, remembering the day well. “Interesting.”

She sat quietly for a minute, looking him straight in the eye.

“So how about that ‘sparing’ session?”

Ibram nearly choked on his drink.


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686 words.
"I'm no Physician, but there appears to be a dagger through my chest."

- Innocence is the cost of Justice

Petty Officer 2nd Class Ibram Tyrol
Viper Squadron "Captain's Own"
We fly, you die

-----------------------------------

FM/PO2 Tyrol/Viper 8/mSSD Atrus/1W/1FL/VEN/{=*A*=}/[NER]

Ibram Tyrol/WS Ibram/Lotaith/VET/VE
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 18, 2008 12:01:46 AM    View the profile of Sicario 
Phineus and Kayla were catching up over caf in the mess hall,

"...and you just hit the ground, parts of the fighter fly all over the place!" Kayla said.

Phineus' face grew red and he hung his half-smile face as he looked down to the floor.

"That game cheated anyway, some of my buttons wouldn't work." Phineus replied.

"No excuses, just admit you're a loser."

The two shared a laugh as the warning announcement came over letting everyone know the meeting was to begin. Phineus let out a slight sigh, and took the final sip of his caf. He wasn't ready to leave the conversation, but knew of the consequences of him being late.

"Well, I have to go." Phineus said nervously.

"Yeah, me too. Have to go makesure you don't have difficulties up there." Kayla replied.

"Oh, listen to this now. What happened to me having to watch my fuel? Going soft on me already, Roto?"

There was a heavy amount of sarcasm in his voice.

"Shutup Gage, I made no promises."

The two looked eachother in the eyes for the first time since they re-met, throwing their shy nervousness out of the dura-steel window. For a second of time they were back on Coruscant, young teenagers playing the latest holo-game. Their memories danced vividly in their heads, for just a second, before they had to seperate.

"Don't die up there." She said

"I'll try not to."

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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 18, 2008 5:41:31 PM    View the profile of Anden Beliam 
::Just Before the Meeting::


Anden watched Ibram for a moment as he bolted off after telling them he would meet up with them later. He looked liked he had seen a ghost and then went tearing off after it. He turned back walking with Mira and Lukas. Anden wanted had a question he wanted to ask Mira, and was about to ask it but thought that perhaps it wasn’t the right time.


He didn’t know if there was something between her and Tomas, and he also wasn’t sure what the regulations were for relationships between Commanding officers and the members they commanded. Even if they did have something beyond a friendship, as long as they both could keep their cool when on assignment, he didn’t really care.


Anden walked over to C-3PX2 and offered his hand, “Hello C-3PX2, I’m Anden. Do you mind if i call you C-3?” Anden asked.


He wished that he knew more about the droid. Quite honestly he was very interested in the droid pilot, it being the ONLY droid he had heard of that had become a pilot. The C-3PX2, it seemed, regarded Anden for a while before replying.


“You may call me that, but I may not respond.” The droid said. It was very hard to tell if he was being played. One he didn't know the  droid that well. And two, droids usually don't have physical expressions to give off tell tale signs. When the droid didn’t respond anymore than that, Anden assumed that it wasn’t a joke and nodded.


“Fair enough, how long have you been with the Navy?” He asked, looking into the room thinking that they should probably wait inside the meeting room rather than outside. It was at that moment that Tomas showed up, walking straight through them ignoring a few hello’s, and headed straight forward into the meeting room.


Anden, a little startled as were a few others, filtered in with the rest of his squadron members. Sicario stepped into the room with a great big smile on his face. He came and sat next to him and Anden nodded to him then pulled out his Datapad and looked up to Tomas.


"Well," Tomas began, "I guess it's too much to ask for you to all be on time I see?"


yep, I knew I should have followed my first instinct.


He was about to speak up then thought a second time about it. This wasn’t one of the times to follow instinct. Tomas was right, so why try and correct him. Apparently, Fulfiller had gotten over more of his shyness as his hand had shot up.


"Sir, we've been outside for several minutes waiting for you to arrive."


"You're right, and I would have expected you to be waiting in your seats so we could start as soon as I showed up. It's not like the door was locked or anything," Tomas replied, followed by an unexpected chuckle


Anden was glad to see that the reprimand came with good humor. Then Tomas was back into meeting mode and continued.


"But in all seriousness, I apologize for the hold up. There was a delay in receiving the ship codes we'll need to land on the planet.


On a similar topic we will be using fake names once planetside, as I mentioned previously. How many of you managed to come up with one for yourself?" Tomas asked everyone.


Along with some of the others in the squadron, Anden raised his hand.


"Alright then, for the rest of you here are envelopes containing your new personas. Hope you like them." He said handing out the new names to those who didn’t have one.


Anden took a moment to once again pull up the few notes that they had about their mission objectives. Limited as they were, Anden couldn’t help but feel the crucial importance of what they needed to do. He looked up as Tomas began talking.


"Okay, now to the mission itself. Insertion should be pretty straightforward. Use the landing codes provided by Intelligence to gain clearance to the spaceport. From there we'll try and stay low key, and between the lot of us I'm pretty sure we can get some information on the whereabouts of the XO. I'll likely have to meet with chief Nobunaga at least once in order to maintain our cover and divert any suspicions. From there we'll roll with the punches and come up with some sort of plan to get him out of there. Basically, once planetside: gather information, don't draw attention to yourself, and maintain cover and we should be fine."


Tomas looked over to where Ibram, Aleia and Mira sat.


"Speaking of cover, I was thinking we could give an illusion of a tight knit group that has been together for quite some time. Seasoned, I guess you could say. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we've been in have brought you two together? You know?"


Anden caught the break in the quiet in the room from a laugh that he would have recognized in a loud room. Being new to the squadron meant that Anden didn’t know a lot of things that the more senior members did in dog fighting, maneuvers and survival in a starfighter. But there was even more that he didn’t know in his squadrons personal lives. With Ibram looking embarrassed along with Aleia looking equal to him and turning red, there was something the Anden was missing out on. Every one else seemed as equally perplexed, all except Mira.


Tomas continued on with a couple other minor details, then concluded "Well that's all I've got so far, you're dismissed."


Everyone got up and Anden exited the room with Sicario. “So, are you going to tell me about this girl?” He asked, allowing himself a small smile.


“Was it that obvious?” He asked as they walked back towards their quarters.


They had been given rooms just across the hall from one another, in order to promote a greater sense of unity in their element, flight and squadron. At least that was Anden’s guess. He laughed a little at remembering the glow that had been coming from his younger wingmate as he came into the room.


“Yes, yes it was very obvious. Now get on with it. I am assuming that you either knew her from before or she was so beautiful and full of…personality that she had such a quick ability to enamor you.” He said looking for a second at Phineus, then pulling out his Datapad as he had a signal incoming.


Phineus looked at Anden inquisitively, “….do you have me bugged or something?” he asked, to which Anden gave a shrug.


“Possibly…" he said grinning, "so which one is it?” he asked with out looking up. Anden moved with a disturbing ease through the groups of troops and crew that walked by or though. A skill that he had acquired through years of working in a busy shipyard and repair hangars.


Phineus gave a sigh, “Her name is Kayla…we had met before on Coruscant. I don’t know if it will turn into anything. But I hoping it will. She is a tech that just got assigned here and I guess she actually works on our fighters too.” He said, with a smile.


Anden smiled and looked up at him, “Glad to hear you got some one you may be able to hold onto.” He said sincerely.


He didn’t know if, and really didn’t expect to find much of a relationship so early in his career. Though he had heard that was when people most likely found it, when they weren’t looking for it. Then the message signal finally linked up with his datapad and R7’s squeals came out muted, but the intensity made even Phineus look over his shoulder at the Datapad.


“Trouble?...” Phineus said as Anden stated off at a jog.


“Not too much trouble, but we should hurry. Come on lover boy. Time to go see that girl of yours.” Anden called back to him as Phineus started after him. “And hope that R7 isn’t talking about her, or she is about to get a butt full of electric currents.” He said smiling.


“Not if it wants to end up as pieces of scrap metal!” Phineus yelled at him.


::At the Hangar::


They arrived not a moment too soon. R7 had his utility arm out and was just about to zap the tech on the ladder that led up to where Anden’s ship was docked. Anden smiled as he walked up to his black and silver droid and laid a hand gently on the astromech droids rounded black head.


“Easy now R7, I am sure that this good man meant no harm towards the fighter.” He said glancing down at R7, then looking up as the tech turned away from the ladder.


The tech noted R7's arm that was allocating itself back into the cylindrical body, then noted a bit more heatedly then Anden thought was needed.


Well at least is isn’t Phin’s girl.


The pock faced tech stared at Anden, “Sir, this ship is in violation of code 2753….”


Anden waved his hand slightly in front of him, “Yes…yes I know. But this violation…as you say it is, allows me to locate and target say… an incoming enemy bomber so that we,” he said motioning to himself and Phineus, “can eliminate it before it has a more increased chance of eliminating you.”


Anden waited as the Tech crossed his looked back over his datapad. Anden looked over at Phineus as his wingmate crossed his arms and nodded smiling, but looking elsewhere, looking for his newly beloved.


“TIE-Fighter V-1.4 in violation….ships sensors….” The tech tried reading through, but failing miserably. Anden spoke up calmly.


“Please…” Anden said looking towards the crewman’s name plate, “Farroll….do you value your life?” Anden asked.


The tech looked up at Anden, being indicated by name, and nodded. “And do you wish to limit my ships capability that would otherwise enable me to better defend that life?”

The tech shook his head, and Anden smiled.

“Wonderful…Now that we have that understanding with one another.” Anden took on an official tone, “Requesting a status report of the current violation of said ship, TIE-Fighter V-1.4”


The tech smiled now, tapping away and making additions to his datapad, “Violation Resolved.” Then gave a slight bow and went off on his duties.


Anden gave Phin a sly smile, “My Dad once said I should have gone to politics.” As one of R7’s compartments opened up and Anden retrieved his utility belt, strapping it on.


“What changed his mind?” Phineus asked, as it was blatantly obvious that that was not what Anden had gone into.


“The first time he saw me fly.” Anden grinned back at him as he began to go up the ladder to his TIE-Fighter to make some more modifications. He was halted by the sound of clapping coming from behind Phineus.


Anden hooked his arm around on of the ladder arms and looked back to see a female tech with a broad smile walking towards them. Anden had to admit that she was a very attractive girl. As he looked at Phineus, he guessed that the girl was Kayla from the huge smile that was appearing.


“Thanks for that, Farroll is always a bit high strung.” Kayla said striding up to Phineus looking up at Anden, “That was the first some one has put him in his place.”


Anden smiled and nodded, “My pleasure. Besides I couldn’t just let him undo all my hard work.”


“I’m sure. I was impressed with it, I was working on your ship with Farroll when he discovered it. Nearly blew his top off when he saw what you had done.”


Anden smiled, gave a small chuckle and turned back to climb deftly up the ladder and up to his docked fighter.


Just wait until he sees what I do next….” Anden thought to himself, “He’ll explode.


She then turned to Phineus who had now reached glowing status again, “Soo….did you come to check in on me and make sure I don’t vandalize your fighter?”


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2,043 words. Sorry about running on. I just got into a groove and couldn’t stop.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 19, 2008 12:50:15 AM    View the profile of Rocketman1167 
Rocket woke with a start.
Where am I oh yeah the bar fight. I think I was just a little too drunk. Wonder where they put me.

Rocket gets out of the bed and goes to ask one of the people working what ship he was on and if the rest of his squad was on this ship too. Rocket finds out that he is on the same ship that his squad was on and found the fact that he missed on the mission that they where he was supposed to be in.

Damn guess I have to try and not get hit so hard next time.  Maybe I should not drink as much as I did.  Oh well the past is the past.

Rocket beeper goes off to tell him that he has a squadron meeting.
Well if I miss this one I guess I am off the team. I wonder if the rooster has changed since my time in pass out vile.
It doesn’t take Rocket long to find where the meeting is being held because half the squad was there by the time he got there.
Well let’s see which one is my new wing mate and where is my flight leader if he’s still kicking. At least I know a couple people here maybe Ibram knows who is the new people here.
Hey Mr. Tyrol can I have a word with you.
“What Rocket”
“Well if you didn’t notice I wasn’t on the last mission and I noticed we got new people too.”
“Yeah you were out for the whole mission and just to let you know I am your new fight leader.”
“Oh congrats so who is new?”
Ibram points out Zane saying that he is Rocket’s wing mate now, and Phineus, Lukas, and Anden.
“Thanks sir” that feels weird to say when I have been in here longer than this one oh well my time will come.

During the meeting

Rocket goes to sit next to Zane figuring since he goanna be his wing mate he might as well get to now him.
God I hope this meeting is short because I gotta find out what happened in the last mission since I wasn’t there at least we have a full squad again I think.


“okay, now to the mission itself. Insertion should be pretty straightforward. use the  landing codes provided by Intelligence to gain clearance to the spaceport. From there we’ll try to stay low key, and between the lot of us I’m pretty sure we can get some information on the whereabouts of the XO. I’ll likely have to meet with chief Nobunaga at least once in order to maintain our cover and diver any suspicions. From there we’ll roll with the punches and come up with some sort of plan to get him out of there. Basically, once planet side: gather information, don’t draw attention to yourself, and maintain cover and we should be fine.” With this Tomas tuned in Ibram’s direction.

“speaking of cover, I was thinking we could giver an illusion of a tight knit group that has been together for quite some time. Seasoned, I guess you could say. I was thinking you and Aleia could play the part of a couple, and how all the tights spots we’ve been in have brought you together?”

This was the last that Rocket wanted to hear of that he didn’t need to look over at his flight leader to know that the CO had caught him off guard.
This is going to be one hell of a mission great when I come back not only are we not going to be in fighters we are going to be acting as pirates. Great just fraking great.

As Rocket let the meeting he felt that this mission was not goanna end well.



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Hi all you happy people i am back and here to stay thought i just would begin with me missing the last mission thats about all. 640 words
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 19, 2008 2:44:38 PM    View the profile of Aleia Dreycon 
“So, we’re a couple now.” She said as he sat down.

“We’re a couple now.” Ibram replied. “I doubt there’s any need to have our surnames match or anything. I don’t think Pirates bother with marriage.”

Marriage?? Yea.. pffft Aleia thought. Almost with a shocking notion as she never even thought of that.. much less dating..

“Good. What’s our story?”  Aleia asked, breaking her own thoughts as she tried to keep from blushing.

“Keep it simple I guess. We’ve been in the squadron together since the beginning, helped each other out numerous times, ended up in bed together.”

“You make it sound so romantic.” She said with a shy smile. It still took Ibram a minute to realise she was joking.

“Life of a pirate.” He chuckled nervously, “You gotta love it.”

Another couple minutes passed, with Aleia looking at her drink like she had never seen anything so interesting before, and Ibram staring off into space.

God.. why is he making me feel so nervous? I mean.. we're not really dating.. Yet her stomach flipped and twisted...


Aleia spoke up. “You looking forward to the mission?” Hoping to drift the conversation somwhere else.

“Yeh, will nice to get back into things. The Squadron has been on a bit of a downer since MJOLNIR went south.”

Now that caught her intrest. Talking about missions and th emilitary life always seemd to perk her ears up.

“I heard about that, an ambush or something.”

“Yup. A Newb and a Mon-Cal. We may be good, but we’re not that good. And the Forerunner had a huge hole in it. Still, made a few good kills, so I’m happy.”

At the mention of piloting, she seemed to perk up. “I love flying, I’ve wanted to be a pilot for ages….” She stopped suddenly, embarrassed at the emotional outburst.

Man.. he must think I'm really stupid.. I sounded so juvinal.. I hope Tomas knew what he was getting into when he had to assign us together.  She thought with embarresment.

Much to her suprise, Ibram smiled. “It’s ok. I love flying too. My dad taught me when I was 15, but I had been all about fighters and piloting since I was old enough to walk…dad was a deck chief at the major spaceport on Yaga Minor.”

Aleia actually looked interested. “Really? What did you learn in?”

“A re-vamped ARC-170. My dad did it up.”

“No!” she exclaimed. “Wow….what was it like?”

Ibram smiled, remembering the day well. “Interesting.”

She sat quietly for a minute, looking him straight in the eye.

“So how about that ‘sparing’ session?”

Ibram nearly choked on his drink.
Heh.. I guess I do get to see what mira really ment

Ibram put his drink down with a soft clink. Face a red blush as he coughed a few more times and ran a hand threw his hair.

"I.. uh..."


Aleia couldn't help it. She laughed and it felt good for once to be happy about something other then flying.

"I'm not all that sheltered.. I kinda figured what Mira was hinting at.."  She replied with a fresh breath of laughter inbetween.  ALeia knew enough about what couples did. Holovids and years of listening in on conversations gave her enough to at least grasp more then just a childs concept.

"But I do enjoy sparing..I.. mean.. well not liek that..."

She felt her face redden a little. Ibram smiled again and felt more rleaxed as he fiddled more with his hair.

"I get ya.. and don't worry.."

"You don't have to mess with your hair.. You look good with that scruffy look..." Aleia added suddenly and down casted her eyes.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Where the frak did that come from?


She thought and  forced herself to take a quick sip of her drink. Of all the things to say.

"Well.. uh.. would.. you like to spar? I mean.. if Tomas is expecting us to act the couple.. we might as well know how eachother move in a fight..." Aleia added quickly. Only her face seemed to get redder.




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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 19, 2008 4:16:59 PM    View the profile of Zane ZyCrusis 
Zane stayed in the bar for most of the night. Rocket had come down to have a drink with him a little while ago, then left to get some sleep or something before the mission.

They ended talking for a long time. About the mission, and other things going on. Sometimes it was pointless nonsense, other times it wasn't.

Zane loaned him an extra datapad which had everything they would need to know about the mission and the other meeting he missed. Rocketman greatfull took it and thanked him.

Everyone in the squad would have to be fully prepared to make this mission successful. Plus since Rocket was his wingmate, it was Zane's duty to help him out.

Thanking Zane Rocketman finished his drink, and then headed back to his private quarters. Zane waited a little longer, noticing Officer Tyrol staring at him often.

It didn't bother him anyways. With half half your face almost fully mechanical you learned to get used to it. What else could you do?

Zane drained his drink, then headed back to his quarters. One last time he trained himself, and exercised. Zane was fairly tired when he finally finished.

Then double checking his pack and the rest of his things for the mission he decided to call it a night. Tomorrow would be the day they were all waiting for, the start of the mission.

---Early in the Morning---

Zane awoke very early to preform his morning exercises, and then ate a quick breakfast. With that Zane gathered up his gear and headed to the hanger where his Tie he would be using was docked.

Zane made it and was the first one there, soon followed by the new Recruit Anden and his R7 droid. Zane slipped to his TIE without the new recruit even seeing him.

Just like in Mjolner Zane would upgrade his TIE. But since he had upgraded almost fully last time, their really wasn't much to do. So Zane made sure it would run at 100 percent.

He cleaned anything that needed cleaning, and even checked his TIE's systems twice just to be sure. Zane made sure everything would run smoothly and effectively.

After a couple hours of that Zane packed everything into it so that all his stuff for the mission in air, and if need be on land was all packed. By the time more people had finally come Zane was done and waiting for everything to starts.
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January 20, 2008 8:36:16 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
Hmmmm, I wonder how that got there….

For the last twenty minutes Ibram had, at regular intervals, been staring at a Tadath pastry that had somehow been stuck to the ceiling of the training room. One might query why someone would go to the training room simply to lie down, however one would need to take into account that Ibram had not gone there to lie down, but to train.

The only other conclusion someone could reach, if not directly observing the situation, was that Ibram was, quite literally, getting his rear handed to him.

“Army CQC material you say?” Aleia bent over him, smirking. “You’ll have to show it to me sometime.”

“Shurrup.” Ibram said sitting up. He winced.

“Still, you’re form is good, you’re techniques could be potentially brilliant as well…but they’re just not.” She grinned again.

“Let’s just go again.” Ibram grumbled, picking up his practice knife.

“Begin.” She said.

Ibram threw his knife and rolled forward. Aleia simply sidestepped, and then brought her leg down onto Ibram’s back, flattening him on the floor.

At least I’m not looking at that gakking pastry…

“Look on the bright side, I’m good. You’re moves would probably overpower most opponents.”

“I’m awash with confidence.” Ibram stood up again. Aleia had certainly perked up a bit since they had started sparring. Ibram was almost thankful he had spent most of the time on the floor; he was having a hard time not to stare.

Aleia had changed into one of the generic training outfits the room produced for its occupants. Designed to provide comfort and durability, these outfits usually came fitted to form, and didn’t leave much to the imagination. Even though Aleia’s face resembled Marisa’s, her body far excelled Ibram’s ex-fiancée.

She caught him staring again, and blushed. “Hey, pay attention.”

“Sorry.” Ibram blushed too. He was glad Mira wasn’t watching this.

Aleia came at him again, letting off a side kick before spinning round to try and back-fist him in the side of the head. Ibram used his knife wielding hand to bat the leg aside, before bring it back up, ‘stabbing’ the point into Aleia’s fist. The training knife sent a jolt into Aleia’s hand, disabling it. Ibram then hit her in the chest with his other hand sending her backwards. However Aleia used her remaining hand to grab Ibram’s arm, and pulled herself back to head but him. Ibram fell, taking Aleia with him.

“Ouch.” He said.

Aleia was laying over him at an angle, panting heavily.

“Better.” She said as she rolled over to lie next to him.

She noticed the Pastry on the ceiling. “How did that get there?”
“No idea.”

Ibram and Aleia lay there for a few minutes, neither speaking, yet neither feeling that they had too. They were completely at ease with each other.

“I had fun.” She said eventually.

“So did I,” said Ibram, smiling at her.

“You need to work on your techniques though.” She teased.

“You need to work on your people skills.” He retorted. She slapped him. Another few minutes silence.

“I’m going to go get some sleep before the mission.” Aleia said, standing up. She was about to leave, but then she paused and looked at Ibram. “Thank you.” She said, and left.

Ibram went back to his own room, feeling like he had come back from his first date with Marisa, all those years ago…..


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569 words.  Aleia/Saph: I'm kind of rounding off this part of our little sub-plot I thought best not to drag it out as the mission could begin at any moment. We can continue it during the mission if you want, but i'll talk to you about it on IRC. For now, my character is just going to go to bed, and wake up in time for the mission to start.
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  RE: Viper Squadron: Search and Rescue
January 20, 2008 9:50:03 AM    View the profile of C-3PX2 
C-3PX2 was taking a short break in his quarters. He needed a moment to think before he went back out. A lot had happened recently, many things that shook his being; shook him to his core. About a month ago, he and Jaden journeyed to Etti IV, where they were attempting to Locate Char Nobyl, C-3PX’2 Creator. They were hunter through the Cities, and were heading for an old military base, when they met up with Zane ZyCrusis. When they did eventfully make it to the base, they found a Body lying out front of the base; the body was the one of Char Nobyl. C-3PX2 did the most heartless thing he could, as they were being hunted too. He walked over to the body, picked up anything useful off it, and then went to open the bunker door so that they would be safe inside. One of the things he picked off the body, a Data Pad, was sitting directly in front of him on a table. He had not even read what it said yet. Part of him wanted to know what it says; the other was too ashamed to look at the data pad.

“Frak.” He said aloud, though no one was there to hear it. He looked at the data pad for a second, and then turned around and went towards the closet in his quarters. He opened the door, where inside was a set of drawers. Each drawer had a number pad on then, to lock them for being opened. He pressed a ten digit number combination into the number pad, and the drawer opened. Inside the drawer were all the internal armaments he had available for his chaise. He had not had them on for a long time, he removed them before the incident at Misoo; Kaph was on a mission at the time, that did not permit much if any weapons. He never reinstalled them back on, until today. Now, he decided, was the time where they would be needed. An Admiral was being held captive, and they were going in to rescuer him. Anything he could do to insure that the mission would not fail; he would do to the dullest extent.
> : There is nothing wrong with fear.
> : You need never be ashamed of it, as long as it doesn't stop you functioning.
> : Fear is your natural warning system; it keeps you alive so
> : that you can fight. If you show me a man who isn't afraid,
> : and I'll show you a fool who is a danger to his entire ship.
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