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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 12:28 am
Gendis listened quietly, the shift in mood disconcerting him a bit. He didn't exactly want to talk about family now. Or ever, for that matter. He patted Art on the shoulder and grinned at him with effort. "Come on! Let's get the lady a drink for her trouble! A /real/ drink!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 12:47 am
((Not the pilot bars, the alliance new the bond that formed between a pilot and his/her droid and respected it on the higest level, droids were alowed every where on the basses so long as they were bolted.))
"Hey, you'd find out about it ay some point, and I'd rather tell you than you hearing it second hand. I was just a stupid kid tired of being bent up in the walls of Iziz, so I took a dare and used a rope to climb out. They wante dme to run a full lap around the city, so I started to run. When I was 'bout 1/4 done, one of those damn beast came down at me. It used its claws to split my side open, and then bit me I the hand," At this Art pulled his glove off and showed her the two Identical marks on both sides of his hand. "As for how I survived, that I will keep to myself, 'cause if I told you, you would be in more trouble than you already are, much more." Art put his glove back on and silently reguarded the faces aroud him, then turring back to Zendia he said "Now on to his idea," pointing over his shoulder at Gendis, "What would you like to drink, miss?
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 1:18 am
Orrin did not want to listen to any more, and quicky retired to his room. He still had the position of chief strategical officer. Not that it meant much or was worth any respect.
But he did think upon the situation quite... alot.
"The team's in shambles. Everyone is having a heyday with the flight leader. I don't even know what to do... not that I'd really have a chance. I'm used to being a loner. If I can't come up with any good wayts to get this team together, They'll need my help to finght this..."
With that poderation, he designed strategies on his datapad, spending the night away, listening to music that most would find... antiquated...
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:39 pm
((oops i forgot to specify at the bar..my baddies... and im not "back" yet. im just enduring the dialup...actually we were gonna get broadband but then the monsoon started guzzling rain like a hummer guzzles gas and now bombay is dead flooded and im about 2 hours away from there and the guy wont put up the broadband.))
Kefka sighed, flicked some credits on the table and guzzled a Pan Gakactic Gargle Blaster
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:58 pm
Gendis turned to Kefka and was about to engage in conversation. He saw the PGGB in his hand and gave up before attempting it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:11 pm
Watching as Kefka, downed his drink Art pondered his earlier words. he's willing to give it all up. His scores were amazing and yet he's not even fighting for the right that he has earned. Damn, he needs a wake up call. Taking a deep breath he said "Well I can't speak for the rest of the squad, but I don't blame you for what happened, I was pissed that it did but that's just the way I am, so you don't need to be sorry for anything. It seems that you don't want to lead, though, so I have no problem taking you out of that position." Silently he hoped it worked, Without me taking one to the jaw.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:21 pm
"Seems, I don't want to lead? If I didn't want to lead, I would never have accepted it in the first place, I'd have given it to someone else right away if I didn't want to lead. And thank you, you're right you just cleared my head. You watch and see, the fight with Ruby won't mess up like the sim."
Remembering the fight with Ruby, Kefka glanced up at the clock, five hours left. ENough time to get off the PGGB so long as he dfidnt have another drink.
"See you guys in a few hours. We meet at the sims. Be ready for anything, someone migth throw more star destroyers in again."
Kefka got up, called Icy, and left for his room where he slept off the PGGB.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 9:41 pm
"Good he seems to have waken up, now we just have to make sure the dogfight goes as he said. So the first step is to try and gain a meterial advantage, anyone know what were susposed to fly?" Art asked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 10:58 pm
((Wouldn't it be prudent to notify all of the other teammates of the duel in the first place? I'm not sure if it was already put into action or not, but I didn't think the entire squadron just stood there and heard the boast. I thought it was only 3-4 pilots who agreed... but maybe that's just me.))
Orrin sat on his private bunk, shoes kicked off. He had nothing else to do for the night, and since he just got his flight status back, that mean... well... absolutely nothing when it came to easing the boredom.
He already had made enough flight patterns, attack patterns, defensive patterns, bombing strategies, and various other flight maneuvers. He even finished off his live logic circut program, which was somethign he wanted to do for a while. Time flew by minute by minute, as he reprogrammed a program called the ABCs, or Advanced Battle Combat simulator. The neurological circuts were re-routed, and the simulator now had the ability to read his and everyone else's flight tactics in the cockpit and evaluate strategies he created so far, correct for misdata in miliseconds, and recompute a strategy that would be more successful than anything else.
"I can program a computer, but can't fix a droid. If that's not the most ponderous thing I've ever heard. I wonder what the rest of the squad is doing tonight... I guess just having a drink or two. Lets see... entertainment... none. Hunting on Dantooine... none. Aw poppycock! If I can't keep meself amused, I'll have to go ruin someone else's night. There's not a single damnable thing on this god-forsaken planet that could serve any amusement to me!"
With that outburst, Orrin's billfold fell out, strewing aside many various items, such as credits (of course), lockpicks, small detonators, cards, and various other items, one such a picture of a small girl, aged only 11, which slipped under the bed, out of Orrin's reach.
"Grr... That picture has gotten me in more trouble than it's worth..." Orrin scrambled furiously, finally snatching it. "Amy... My toungue has let slip foul words of disdain upon thine spirit...."
With a small simple slip into a pocket, Orrin left the room, not noticing the picture fall out of a hole, and onto the ground, left wide in the open just like the room he normally vacated.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 11:22 pm
((heh. plot device senses... tingling))
"Kefka.. perhaps we should device a general strategy..." he leaned towards him and rested his chin on fist. "We weren't very organized back there..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 11:39 pm
((He didn't enter the bar did he? and I also sence a plot [in more ways than one] developing))
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 11:13 am
((I sense it too... I wonder what FP's up to now... and who all is in the bar anyway?))
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 4:13 pm
((kefka, gendis, zendia, and art))
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 7:14 pm
Zendia blinked. "Well, a shot of something light would do," she said with a smile. "And thanks."
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 9:23 pm
((Im not in the bar, im sleeping...h/o a sec, I have to do this because gaia/crappy india is not letting me edit a post))
Before Kefka goes to sleep
Noticing easrs perk at the word Ruby, Kefka realized he forgot to tell soem of the squadmates about it.
"Oh yeah, see me and Art kinda got into this fight with those RUby bastards and now theyw wanna dogfight us tonight at Sim 3. We needed a middleman to program it, so i got one of the security guys to do it for us. Craft, and mission will be a suprise, even I dont know it. So, Now we 4 know, so that leaves 5 thast dont. Tell the rest of the squad, I'm gonna go sleep."
Walking towards his room, he heard some thumping, so he stopped and opened the door, to find Icharus.
Whoops" he said as he shut the door.
Through the com attached to the door Kefka tried to talk to him before he 'slpoded.
"Err, Icharus...you know those asswipes from Ruby? Yeah they wanna dogfight us tonight at Sim 3, so be there k?"
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