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Post by Admiral Ackbar on Dec 4, 2005 14:37:28 GMT -5
The Alliance's primere starfighter training base. All newly commissioned pilots will report here for traing and outfitting.
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 4, 2005 18:45:05 GMT -5
The shuttle arrives and the hopefuls disembark, Drakssus gets off, and slings his bag over his shoulder, and walks towards a man with black hair who looks like he's important.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 4, 2005 18:52:42 GMT -5
(Wedge's is dark brown.)
*Wedge glances over his shoulder and sees a couple people, travel weary, walking towards him with bags slung over their soldiers. He holds out a hand to the first on, a Zabrak. When he stops Wedge puts two fingers to his mouth and lets out a loud high-pitched whistle to get their attention.*
"Welcome to Folor, everyone! I'm running the show for a couple of days here. I'm Commander Wedge Antilles. You all must be tired, but guess what. So are we after a long hyperspace, but do you think the Imps are going to give you a nap break before an ambush?
I'll leave you to answer that one. Everyone hop into a Y-Wing simulator and get anti-coreward!"
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 4, 2005 19:29:33 GMT -5
"Yes, sir", replies the group, weearily, as they head for the sim room, each taking a place in a Y-wing cockpit, and await further instruction.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 4, 2005 20:11:14 GMT -5
*Wedge watches as all the recruits put on helmets and enter the sims. Once they are all strapped in, he pushes a combination of buttons on the wall and the sims hum to life. He hops in the last open one, already running, and straps on his helmet. He closes the door and it goes dark except for the streaks of hyperspace swirling around the cockpit. Wedge hits the com and addresses the squadren.*
"Squad, we're flying as Blue Sqaudren right now. Currently our mission is to escort four Frigates towards a planet for bombardment. After the initial bombardment we'll be going down to unload our bombs on the surviving targets. Also with us are Red, Green, and Lancer squadrens. Red and green are X-Wing, Lancer is A-Wing. We come out of hyperspace in five minutes!"
*Wedge smiles as the simulators shake violently and drop out of hyperspace early.*
"We've had an intel leak! It's an ambush! Two Victory-Class Star Destroyers and an Inderdictor Cruiser behind them. Protect the Frigates, they must escape! They're deploying fighters, and we have incoming missles."
*Wedge's voice becomes panicked, but he still wears a smile.*
"My sheilds malfunctioning! Incoming missiles! We're screwed! AH!!!
*A concussion missle hits Wedge's fighter head on, and his simulator dims. Laughing, he hops out to see an amused cocking an eyebrow at him.*
"What's the deal with this drill, Boss?" *Wes asks coyly.*
"Leadership" *Wedge replies.* "Whoever takes charge, and whoever does it best will be the most awarded for this sim."
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Post by Grand Moff Hettir on Dec 4, 2005 20:28:28 GMT -5
that's a nice twist.  |
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 4, 2005 20:48:22 GMT -5
Drakssus, looks around getting a sense of the fighter when they drop out of hyperspace.
He notes his call sign is Blue-2. He watches as a missile strikes the commander's fighter, vaporizing it.
"Sithspit, alright boys, the leader's down, form up into pairs, and protect those frigates. Red and Green squad, protect the second frigate, Blue boys and Lancer, we're gunna protect the other one."
The flight seperates into their respective squads then fan out to give the frigates appropriate cover.
The X-wing commander can be heard, "Lock S-foils in attack positions."
The cumbersome Y-wings of Blue Squadren meet up and form pairs, and the A-wings are already swarming about the frigate like flies.
"Incoming fighters, all pilots stand by, don't let them get through to the frigates."
Ties coming shrieking in, their ION engines audible through space. They reach the second frigate first and engage the X-wings.
"This is Blue-2, all Y-wings, the A-wings will handle the Interceptors, if you get one on your tail call for help, don't take it by yourself. As soon as the frigates jump, we follow. Fire at wiil and may the force be with you."
As Drakssus finishes his monologue the Ties enter firing range, immeadiately the pilots open fire, taking down dozens in the opening salvo.
Drakssus and his wingmate, Blue-5, enter a dive and come up behind several Tie bombers heading for the frigates.
"Blue-5, follow my lead."
'Yes sir.'
Drakssus opens up with precise shots taking out 3 of the 5 bombers.
"Your turn."
Blue-5 opens up and turns one of the remaining bombers to slag, then the two open up on the last bomber, obliterating it.
The frigates give a signal telling us they're ready, then jump.
"All wings, jump out system, now!"
The fighters escape, just as the second wave arrives.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:03:42 GMT -5
*Seeing the battle coming to a very good end, Wedge nods to Wes, who hits a button on the wall. The distinct hum of the room's simulators begins to fade as they all right themselves to gravity. They all hiss open and Wedge stands at the opening of the one designated 'BLUE TWO'. As it slides open he offers a hand to the Zabrak inside.*
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:07:05 GMT -5
Drakssus sees the space around him fade away, then the opening slides up and he sees the commander offering him a hand.
He takes the hand and jumps out of the cockpit, and now looks at the man, wondering how he did.
"Sir?"
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:14:34 GMT -5
*Drakssus looks the humanoid square in the eye and nods.* "I'm very pleased with your leadership skills, and you did well in a bind. Had this been a real situation, your comerades would have been lucky to have you." *To all the recruits now out of their sims.* "You should all be thankful for him. Nine hundred points to all fighters for a successful mission, and one thousand one hundred points to Blue Two here for taking up responsibility."
*Not having been shown their quarters yet, the recruits look lost. Wedge smiles.* "Talk to any droid around here for quarters assignments. As for now, you have one more thing to learn. Tradition!" *Wedge claps Drakssus on the back, but in doing so descretely slips him a few credits.* "This Zabrak here owes you all a drink!"
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:20:10 GMT -5
"Hey, I thought it was the other way around." Drakssus smirks as he hears his comrades cheer for their drinks.
Feeling the credits slip into his hand, Drakssus calls them over and gives the pilots their respectable amount. As the last one files out he shouts, "Don't spend it all in one place!"
He turns to Wedge, "Sir, I would join them but I don't like to drink after a simulated battle, I've had some problems back when I raced pods."
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:31:20 GMT -5
"That's strange, but our anatomys are quite different in those ways. But we should have non-alchoholic drinks. But that's your choice. These are the guys you'll be spending a lot of time with, if I were you I'd get to know them.
You race pods?"
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:33:38 GMT -5
"I'll have time for that latter, and I've tried non-alcholic drinks after races and it still happened. Oh well, if you wish for me to go with them I will, sir."
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:39:01 GMT -5
"No, I'm not going to order you any which way. This is your rest time, use it as you wish. As for Janson and I, we're heading to the bar ourselves." *Looking at name tag.* "Good work today, Drakssus. I've never had a Zabrak trainee, but I'm deffinately not regretting it."
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:42:01 GMT -5
"Thank you sir, would you mind if I joined you at the bar?"
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