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 Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:55 pm
Tahnk Duron sat in the Mess of the Resolve, turning over a less than appetizing looking meal. Other than time spent in his quarters and in the flight sims, this was his only other option until assignment. He had already taken a couple tours around the ship and studied it's schematics, or at least those parts of it he needed to know to function aboard the vessel properly. But he would be assigned to a flight soon and all his troubles would be gone. He would be out, on the wing of one of his Squadmates, living the dream.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:31 am
The flight control officer glanced through the datapads on the podium of the briefing room. "Oh, one other thing. You'll be picking up a pilot from Bustard Squadron, a bomber pilot, name's... Snigrueel, nickname "Sniggs". He's a trandoshan, bit of a little one at that 1.4 meters tall, he'll be Mynock Five. Skipray training starts in an hour, main hangar bay... I think that's all."
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 9:43 am
He nodded again, turning to Mynocks Two and Three. "There you go. An additional hour of rest, and then we report to the hangar. Use the time well and don't be late."
Turning, Xaver made his way to an empty ready room. Finding the solitude welcome, he lay down on a bench, relaxing, and resting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:03 pm
Ranlee wiped her forehead as she stepped out of the airlock onboard the Assault Shuttle Bludgeon. Stiffling a sigh she sat down on bench and moped up her hair with a towel. That done she lay on the bench and tapped her commlink, "If engineering calls tell them that Gunark One is very tired and needs some cafe."
"I've got cafe up here in the cockpit. You want some?" The lieutenant's voice answered back. "Only two more breaches to seal."
"Alright, I'm coming. If I don't get a full eight hour shift in a bunk after this I'll be pissed." Ranlee answered as she got up and headed toward the cockpit.
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The Flight Control Officer took a big gulp of cafe and glanced at his Datapad. "Damn, I forgot to send this out..." Quickly he typed a command into the pad which sent messages to the personal pads for each pilot still flight capable. The message detailed the restructuring of the squadrons and the new assignment of each pilot.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:06 pm
After his brief rest, Xaver rose, a bit refreshed. AFter stretching and making sure he was dressed, the Falleen left the room, beginning his search for the new pilot.
Several minutes later, he managed to track the person down to the mess hall. Spotting him based off his description, Xaver approached at him and cleared his throat. "Pilot Tahk Duron?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:12 pm
Tahnk snapped up at hearing his name, dropping his fork into a portion of the gruel and watching it sink into the murky depths of his tray. He looked up at the man who had addressed him and stood promptly, saluting in the fearful fashion of most newbie soldiers.
I'm Tahnk Duron, sir. He spoke strong, but with a slightly nervous edge, hidden convieniently by his anti-oxide breather.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 1:19 pm
The Falleen grinned a bit, saluting the officer with his green-skinned hand. "At ease, Pilot. If you don't mind, I'm here to escort you to our training session, where you'll be with us, and learn to fly with us."
Taking a step back, he awaited the Kel-Dor to get up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 9:25 pm
Tahnk grinned lavishly, and his eyes lit up behind his goggles. He was already standing, but he grabbed his tray and made sure it made its way to the garbage chute with as much hatred for the damned grey mystery as he could muster. He returned to the man, who's name he did not know, and stood at attention.
I'm ready when you are, sir.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 1:41 pm
Ranlee too the cup of steaming cafe from Lieutenant Jan Lasken's hand as she entered the Assault Shuttle's cockpit. She dropped into one of the empty chairs and sighed. "You know what, six hours in zero-G is about five hours to long." She sipped at the cup and listened to the com chatter.
"We'd be done already if we had more people out working. Didn't you get orders to retrain the Miss Empire's platoon." Jan asked from the seat.
"Yeah, but we haven't had time yet." Ranlee put her feet up on the console.
The Lieutenant smiled. "I was thinking about something. Bludgeon isn't a very appropriate name for a ship that's rebel? Do you think?"
Ranlee shrugged, "I don't know."
"Bludgeon this is Gundark Three, patch complete. We're done. Returning to base."
"Well, that's nice, just so long as the Captain doesn't ask us to give the Resolve a nice new paint job while we're out here."
Jan smiled.
"What?" Ranlee said as she saw him. "Come on L.T."
"Actually, Gundark Two is working on something like that." He pointed out at the ship's tower, just below the bridge. There a new symbol had been added to the battle banner. One that would mark the ship as an enemy of the empire. A rebel crest in blood red.
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The ship's quartermaster sighed as he went through the list of requests on his desk. "As if this job was easy to begin with." Still he smiled at the challenge, scrounging had been something of a challenging pass-time for him in the past, and now it was in fact his job. He looked at the plan the captain had assembled, "I've got to give her credit, this is brilliantly simple." He tapped the com system in his office, "Send me Petty Officer Endoran, the Commander Bel, and the Pilot Mynock Two. We have a mission for them."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:25 pm
Xaver was just leading Tahnk away, when his comm beeped. Sounded like the quartermaster on the other end. Reaching for it, the Falleen activated the comm and spoke to it, while leading the Kel Dor to the main hangar. "Be advised, Mynock Two is in the Hangar. Give me a second. But, I hope you have Captain's orders, as we're all supposed to be at a training session right now."
A few moments later, Xaver had relayed the message to Mynock 2. This meant that they one man short. Again. He turned to Tahnk. "Sorry about that. My name's Xaver. Flight Commander and Squadron Leader of Mynock Squadron."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 4:05 pm
The walk was an eager one, with the anticipation of finally being assigned a ship.
Mynock. You guys are all really good. It's gonna be a challenge and an honor training with you. So is everyone receiving this new training?
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 5:17 pm
Xaver laughed. My, the Kel-Dor was very polite. Was that common in his race? He'd always heard that Kel-Dors, as examplified by the Jedi Master Plo-Koon, were a stubborn lot. This one seemed fairly agreeable by comparison.
"Actually, that's a yes. Mynock Squadron flies in the XG-1 Starwing, as air superiority for the Resolve. But, do to the lack of pilots and our situation, we're being given cross training with all of the other craft. By the end of the next few months, we'll all be licensed to fly every ship in the hangar, from our XG-1s to the AT-AT Transports."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:22 pm
Harper's commlink beeped. He placed a crate on the deck and answered it. "Petty Officer Endoran here," he said.
"The quartermaster has requested your presence in his office," the voice on the other side of the link said.
"Noted, I'm on my way." Harper cut the communication, moved the crate out of the passageway, and made his way to the aforementioned destination. He entered the office. "Petty Officer Endoran, as requested."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:40 pm
The quartermaster nodded. "Good, good. I've got a job for you. I want you to whip up a requisition for Kolto, have it say it's being requisitioned by a ship in the task force chasing us. After you've done that you'll accompany Mynock Two and the ship's Doctor to Manaan and procure the Kolto, return and deliver it. Engineering has requested that you see about getting spare parts as well while you're there, as many as you can."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 7:40 pm
"It will be done faster than you can say 'Kessel Run'," Harper acknowledged. He made a sharp about-face, and stepped out of the office. He already had a datapad out filling out the required requisition forms. Once Harper returned to the cargo hold he began looking through the crates for a proper NCO uniform that was intact, to replace the "desecrated" one he wore now
He was a bit above average male human height, but found a good-sized gray uniform and cover, then finished the requisition forms. After ensuring that everything was good and ready on his part, Harper left the cargo hold for the hangar.
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