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Post by Candotan Entaro on Dec 5, 2005 22:43:08 GMT -5
(Sorry to intrude, but if you are actually going to stay with the rebels, you might want to change your name from "sider with the dark")
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:45:30 GMT -5
(I with keep my name, I like it)
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:52:43 GMT -5
*Wedge smiles and nods.* "Not at all."
(Ugh, skipping the long descriptions of boring hallways. Just not in the mood. Anyway, arriving in Cantina!)
*Wedge sits down in a corner booth and Janson goes to buy something at the bar. Attempting to strike up conversation, Wedge decides the past is a good place to start.* "Tell me, what convinced you to join the Rebellion?"
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 22:55:05 GMT -5
"My people were becoming slaves for the Empire, I want to free them. How about yourself?" Drakssus sits across from Wedge.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 5, 2005 22:59:05 GMT -5
*Wedge shifts uncomfortably at the question. He looks blankly past Drakssus in thought, and shakes his head.* "Let's just say I became an outlaw. A good friend of mine, Booster Terrek, showed me that the law is nothing when enforced by the lawless, and showed me to the Alliance. But that was so long ago, so many battles, so many friends." *Wedge takes a deep breath and sighs.* "This is a good day, let us not speak of this. I'm glad to hear you've stepped up for your beliefs, and even more glad we support them as well."
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 5, 2005 23:01:38 GMT -5
"Thank you, friend", Drakssus hesitates on friend as he has not had one for quite a while, "let us rejoice with each coming day, and we will win through."
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 6, 2005 18:33:04 GMT -5
*Wedge nods, but looks down at his casual uniform, remembering he had it on. Ah yes, they don't quite have ranks yet. But that is no excuse for informalities. Standing up, Wedge declines the droid water's offer for a drink, and starts to head out.*
"Get some good sleep, tomorrow we hit the sims hard."
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 6, 2005 20:24:45 GMT -5
Drakssus stands, suddenly remembering Wedge's superiority, and apologizes, "Commander, I'm sorry about that, it's just that I haven't met any in a long time whom I can trust, I was just, as you humans say, 'following my guts', I believe. Good night, sir."
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 6, 2005 23:00:59 GMT -5
*Wedge smiles* "Indeed, that's the mark of a good pilot. Out there, you don't have time to think only time to react. Sleep Well." *Exits the bar and procedes to quarters.*
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Post by Drakssus on Dec 7, 2005 7:26:46 GMT -5
Drakssus goes to his quarters and procedes to pass out on his bed, despite its rigidness.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 12, 2005 18:36:27 GMT -5
*Early in the morning an alarm sounds throughout the new recruit's area. The base's com officer's voice booms over the intercom*
"Emergency! All recruites report to simulators! This is a test!"
*Wedge stands on top of an open sim as the recruites file in to the sim area and adresses them.*
"X-Wings this time, people. Our carrier is under attack by pirates in corvettes supported by uglies of unkown specs. Our ship is a single Mon Calamari Cruiser, and two other squadrens of X-Wings will be accompanying us. Flight Officer Drakssus, your the temporary Lt. for this sim, and you'll lead Blue Squadren. I've got Red, and Junta Starr (some random person) will lead Green. Lets get airborne!"
*Wedge drops into his sim and powers up.*
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Post by Hettar Magruder on Dec 12, 2005 20:21:47 GMT -5
A tall figure walks into the room, no expression on his face as he watches the recruits jump in the simulators.He speaks under his breath, and says
"Hm. Give em' some real combat tests, that's what I say. Sims don't do squat. Weed out the ones that don't know what they are doing, and never will. Combat was the test for me."
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 12, 2005 22:13:14 GMT -5
*Wedge being in the simulator, a tall dark-haired figure wearing a TIE flightsuit with an Endor patch walks up to the new-comer.*
"New recruit? You're late for this batch, but if you have experiance we'll sqeeze you in. We are expecting a few washouts very soon."
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Post by Hettar Magruder on Dec 12, 2005 22:16:17 GMT -5
"hmph. Allright. I'd rather be making this more "real" for the sim-ees though. Hand me a smoke grenade, will ya?"
I hold out a hand, expecting the grenade.
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Post by Wedge Antilles on Dec 12, 2005 22:18:15 GMT -5
*The tall man cocks an eyebrow and laughs.*
"I'm a pilot in my flightsuit . . . smoke grenades aren't exactly tools of the trade, buddy. And we buy our sims from Incom, by the way. They simulate machine failure due to many different factors."
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