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((Can we please get this conversation to go somewhere? I mean, its nice that we have diaglouge, but I don't think that everyone will appreciate two people who sound like gossipin' old ladies.))

(( I'm thinking that a defector TIE pilot would be needed, as well as the hardware in order to have effective TIE sims. ))

If it were possible for a protocol droid to look shocked, then the droid in front of Zendia was doing a mighty good job of it. "Oh dear!" Emie exclaimed at Rusty's electronic laughter and beeps. "Really now! I can understand your wanting to protect your mistress, but must you enjoy a laugh at the expense of that poor man's pain?"
Zendia narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Hey, the guy was a creep!" She then turned to Gendis and Art. "Well, boys, it seems we won't be flying any mock TIEs anytime soon." Stifling a yawn, she then added, "Well, I think it's time I went to my quarters. Come along, Rusty,"

Once in her quarters, Zendia then asked something of Rusty. "You have holographic capabilites, right?" The droid beeped an affirmative. Zendia then inserted a small disc into the appropriate compartment in the little droid. "The others would probably laugh at me if they knew I carried this around," she sighed. "Please begin, Rusty," she gently instructed him as a hologram appeared roughly half the size of a normal human man.
As a little girl, Zendia remembered her father singing ballads about heroes of times long past. This hologram was one of them. She wasn't completely sure of when her parents obtained droids, but her father once had the droid take a holographic recording of one of Zendia's favorite girlhood ballads. She curled up on her cot as she watched the holo, and felt a sense of calmness. When the ballad and recording was finished, Rusty popped out the disc, and Zendia put it back in a pocket. Rusty then beeped a query. "No, that will be all, dear," she sweetly replied as Rusty plugged himself into a recharge socket.

Gendis wasn''t about to pry, though he noticed the slip full well. "See ya, Art."

Now that his comrades were gone, Gendis didn''t worry about keeping himself together. He rested his chin in his hands, looking miserable. "Oy, Hanasi. I need you. Why did you go and do something so stupid?"

Emie, programmed to recognize dangerous signs such as these, gave the pilot a translucent red liquor he''d never seen before. He downed it quickly and winced as he felt it send tongues of fire up through his eyesockets. He smiled as the sensation temporarily relieved him of his worries. There was no way he''d be going back to his room. He''d forgotten where it was anyway, though that was probably the fault of the drink. He wasn''t about to blame it; he didn''t care.

He stared at reflections in the counter, distracted.

Orrin slept like an a*****e does.

((Aha! Take that one liner, FP! Back to the real post! and a bit of FFing.))


Tossing and turning, Orrin was having a hella bad nightmare. Like he always did. There was a reason he slept once every three days. This was why.

He was running down a corridor, chased by the imperials... yet again.

"Hold him! Get ''em! Don''t let the b*****d get away!"
"Halt! By order of the Imperial Garrison, you are to be executed!"
"Shoot him now!"
"Fire!"

Blaster fire would shoot out, as Orrin would fall to the ground. The next part always confused him, since it happened so fast. Light all around him, and a pretty girl''s face staring back at him, just for a second. Quickly, it would be dragged off, to be decapitated by a lightsaber, mutilated, and the body... well... things that most humans dare not talk about happened to it.

Orrin sat straight up in his bed sweating. A cold shower, a change of clothes, and a look at the clock made him realise that it was time to help the nincompoops (his personal opinion of the squad, though not necessarily true fact) out with their... ruby a*****e problems.

So, he headed out the door and to the sim, and found himself the first one there.

"I''ve been itching to break someone''s nose.... one way or another..."

"Their noses for one," Orrin added, as a ruby pilot nearly jumped on him, with his teammates being the only thing holding him back.

"I've already hooked up the ABCs into the sim for our side, so the test can progress. Now if all goes to plan, it will be like shooting fish in a barrel. We're flyin' Z's by the way the program is set up, but we can change that if we want. Its a limited selection of Z's, Y's, and even worse stuff... oh well."

"I never said we were modding the sim. And its not like we're blind. It shows you your shields on the screen, and alas, there's a figure of the ship you're flying... Damn programmin glitch. Also, unless you want to be flying T-16's against Z's, i suggest you play with their rules." Orrin nudged.

"I suggest we get the squadding placed out. Who are you going to get flying where?"

((I'm actually not sure how many of us there are... oh well))

"We can take them. You have to pick your co-pilots still. Who are you thinking of for that duty?" Orrin asked, but quickly pointed to another small object. "That's the ABCs upload link. don't bump it too much, or i'll be getting bad info..."

Kefka glanced at Orphan and winced.

"Yo, Orphan come oveer ehre with me."

Kefka pulled Gendis into a corner and then smacked him upside the ehad.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You expect to fly while you're wasted? Dammit!"