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After having been on the Salamis for about two weeks, and learning on how things work and how to get around, you are finally
assigned to a squadron. Vertigo Squadron.

Vertigo Squadron is short handed by four pilots, leaving the squadron with two pilots, both of whom fly heavy interceptors, and lack the light scout fighters and corvette that's assigned to each squadron. When you finally arrive from 'Guest Quarters' to Vertigo Squadron's quarters, you find your new wing mate and commanding officer, 1st Class Flight Officer Kerlyn Ward sprawled on the common room's couch, watching some torid holodrama. She's your commanding officer, and the flight leader. She's in her flight suit, but its half-undone revealing her white tank-top and her shoulder tatoo that says "BITE ME!" With a shark under it. You notice that she's not really watching it, but bobbing her head in tune with some music, that when you come closer, you can hear some anicent... "Rock" music blasting (Led Zepplin: Immigrant Song, to be precise.) She notices you when you approach and stands up. She turns off the just as ancient, but still working CD player, and pulls out the ear-plugs.

"I'm your new Commanding Officer, 1st Class Flight Officer Kerlyn Ward. In here, the Common rooms, call me whatever you feel like.
Outside... You know the drill. I'm assuming you're the new turkeys they assigned to use, yes?" Before you answer, she turns to the open door, and yells. "Reico! Get your a** in here, now! We got the new turkeys!"From the open door, a Rhyxi drifts in from the null gravity of his room to the gravity of the regular ship. A Rhyxi is a gryphon like creature, whose feathers can be literally any color. In Reico's case... He has a rainbow assortment of colors for his feathers. You can tell that he is a vain bird, and full grown. He settles down on the deck and sits down in a cat like pose, and examines you.

"IIII Reessseennnttt thhee facttt thhaatt youuu calll themm 'turkeysss...'" He says while eyeing you. He's apparently rolling his syallbles in common, because A: He can, and B: He's extremely relaxed.

"Whatever Reico. Haven't gotten their names yet, but they're now part of Vertigo Squadron." Reico yawns before standing up, and cracks his neck. He approaches you, and you realize that he's well. Big. As in, 2.5 meter tall big. He snaps a salute to you, which for Rhyxi involves putting a hand to their left breast. For regular humans, its that age old salute from days gone by.

"My name is really Reico Aurates. 2nd Class Flight Officer, and the Executive Officer of Vertigo Squadron. Pleased to meet you. May I ask your names, please?"




Okay, my format is...

SITUATION:
This is pretty much what is going on with everybody at the current time when things are going on. Usually your name goes under here, with a little blurb here, and a synopsis of what's going on after everyone's little blurb.

ACTION:
This is what is going on for everybody else. Thus, enemies actions, NPC actions, etc. Go here.

Story/NPC interaction besides getting shot at/shooting at you is in green.

All rolls for NPCs are going to be at my desk. No need for you guys to discover that I'm consistantly rolling 12s sweatdrop

Any questions? Feel free to PM them to me.

Jet stands a little more at attention while she speaks. She is in her dress uniform, as this is her first time meeting the Officers on the ship. This consists of a uniform shirt, dress jacket and knee-length skirt and shows off more of her tattoos than usual with her neck, legs and hands exposed. This makes for an odd combination with the dark uniform, bright tattoos and green mohawk. "Sir! Jet Howaito, Corvette Class Pilot, reporting for duty!"

The way the small asian girl pronounces her name makes it sound like "Jet White".

Spike, also in his dress uniform, though his looks even odder on his frame, responds. "Sir! Spike Howaito, Gunner, reporting for duty! " Spike's pronounciation also resembles "Spike White".

"Permission to check quarters and suit-up, Sir?", Jet inquires, glad that she'll get to be back in her comfortable (in her mind anyway) flighsuit.

Spike looks like he'll be just as glad to be out of dress uniform, as he itches and fidgets uncomfortably.

((Sorry, had work and everything. Will not sell soul to Retail, will not sell soul to Retail, will not sell soul to Retail...))

"Permission Granted, Pilot. Though why you are asking me this question is beyond me. You did hear the rules of the Common Room, right? Wear whatever the hell you want in here and jwear standard uniform when not in here. Besides, you do have a mission soon. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get my flight suit on." Reico said. As he walked away, on his hind legs, this time. He grumbled under his breath to the effect of "I will never understand some humans."

Slipping into the last remaining bunk, Danny opened his foot locker and stored his primary belonging. Switching from his dress uniform to his flight suit took him only a few minutes, and within a moment he had a pistol in his holster and sealed, and his personal computer in hand. He flipped to the switch public files and did what he could to get used to his new environment, taking an r((Out of Character, please see The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy for an explanation of r.)) rated pace to deck 15-C, giving himself the full hour to get up to date on this ship, it's layout, and any news allowed someone without security clearance.

He raised an eyebrow at her and took a quick side step to avoid her heap. "If you want to be late, continue to have fun, but honestly, I want back in the cockpit, don't know about you." He kept walking the PADD blinking off another series of maps with crossreferenced data reports.

His PADD wobbled in his hand visibly. It was tempting, but he had alot of information to go through, and wanted it done soon. He glanced at her, an ice blue eye widening at the playful expression. Had she learned nothing enlisting? Or maybe that was the point? She had learned, and that's what made her this way?

"Look, I've got some information to go over, and we really don't have all that much time." He glanced down at his map, praying he was right about location, a mere squint being the only thing giving away his lie. "Besides, I figured you'd rather show me up in space?" He glanced at her again and grinned.

Danny finished the trip to deck 15-C in relative silence, getting down the basic paths between his bunk, the mess, the phys-training room, and the hangar his ship was in. All information he'd need.