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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 7:30 am
Gendis awoke to the particularly uncomfortable sensation of being alone. This bunking situation, along with the stark decor of the room, reminded him unsettlingly of the prison cell on Kessel. This brought a wave of memories that he did not welcome, and Gendis grabbed for a bottle of ale, but alas, it was to no avail. But no matter, he sent for more in the mail. ((hahah.. forgive that last sentence, I couldn't help it)) Sighing in a pitiable fashion, he stared at the dull brown ceiling. It was depressingly dull. An idea struck Gendis so hard that he toppled out of his bunk. No, wait, he was just hungover and didn't realize it. Ow, that didn't help. But it didn't matter, because he had his mind set on the rather childish task at hand.
He decorated the room. He was never one for good taste, but he found some green and red paint, traditionally used to paint squadron colors on fighters, and with some strategically mixed gold, he was able to brighten the room with a more homely and agreeable brown.
It was actually ugly, but it gave him a sense of accomplishment.
He then set himself on the task of things to hang on the wall. There was a broken display monitor that only showed old mission data, but it looked handsome placed in the center of the wall opposite the bunks. That was really all he had to hang up, so he resorted to paint again, this time using the gold to fashion explosions all over the cieling, because he wasn't a good enough artist to paint the Y-wings shooting the tie fighters that made the explosions, and he didn't have the right colors anyway.
As a final touch, he painted the words, "Emerald Squadron Rulez" under the blinking display monitor, which caused him to reminisce for a few minutes about his gang-violence-ridden childhood, which depressed him, so he went back to sleep, breathing in deeply the vapors of the paint and making his hangover more painful.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 3:06 pm
"Old... Man? Hey, I get a right to rant. I've been flying before you took a dump in your drawers and ran home to mommy sayin' you've seen an arkanian dragon." Orrin did not want to persue the arguement farther, and decided for the best that before he did anything he would regret later on, he'd have a relaxing patrol for the evening, and possibly do something productive.
He bid adieu to Zendia as he departed through the door, and quickly made pace to the hangar, where he clocked in a patrol route, and within the next five minutes, was cleared for takeoff, and flying over the trees.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 7:50 pm
Kefka sat back down with Zendia.
"So, did they say anything more on the Chandrilla situation??"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 11:21 pm
Zendia cheerfully waved to Orrin, and then frowned thoughtfully in response to Kefka. "I'm sorry, sir. I haven't heard anything regarding Chandrilla," She sighed, as she looked to Rusty. "Would there be any databanks that he could access to find out for you?" With that, Rusty blooped thoughtfully, eager to help. She then looked to Kefka and ventured a question. "Have you family there?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 7:25 am
"One, don't ever call me "sir". And two, yeah, my entire life is back there. I'm gonna go talk to the information desk."
Kefka got up and left Zendia to check with the information.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 5:19 pm
"I see," Zendia blanched, slightly taken aback from Kefka's admonishment. She was brought up to address people with the appropriate titles of respect. Still, she was a bit curious, taking what he said in response to her question as him indeed having family on Chandrilla. "Well, I hope you find out what you wanted, and that your family is well."
After Kefka left for the desk, Zendia made for the quarters that Orrin generously offered, and made ready for sleep. "Awaken me at 0500, dear," she requested as Rusty blooped in response.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 5:29 pm
Orrin reached freefall orbit, and engagued sensor mode. He checked his datapad for updates in the galaxy.
"Seems the data for the Death Star should be arriving sometime soon... I hope nothing bad happens to it. Lets see... junk... junk... nothing. Back to old memories." Orrin commented to himself.
He began scribbling doodles on his datapad, to no avail. He started working on small bits of pieces of strategies, but nothing wanted to be stuck to.
"Damn kid thinks only of himself. Chandrilla is where my life is! Bah... Yea, kid, it may take a while to get to chandrilla, but at least it will be freed eventually. My life is on Coruscant, the imperial captial and hub. It may take days... months... years before I can return... I wonder if Amy will be grown up by that time? Damn it..."
He noticed he was writing words in the pad as he thought.
I see you running.
Don't know what you're running from.
Nobody's coming.
What'd ya do that was so wrong?
"Where the hell? What the... Sithspawn... I bet if I gave it to a band, they could turn that into a song with lyrics like that," he mused, erasing the screen, and returned to doodling.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 7:05 pm
Kefka approached the information desk, where a red tailed Togruta was sitting.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, is there an update on the Chandrilla Crisis?"
"One moment,". The Togruta scanned through the holocomp and pulled something up.
"Yessir, it was an Imperial victory, the entire planet is occupied. Four transports were able to make it through the blockade, and another sixteen were destroyed in orbit."
Kefka's heart sank as he thanked the Togruta and staggered back to the cafeteria where he collapsed in a booth and fell asleep.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 11:54 am
Gendis woke with a sigh and fell out of bed again. He stood to his feet, slightly wobbly, but no longer hung over. "I am pretty damn hungry."
He stumbled to the cafeteria and woke up, slightly, on his way there. He didn't recognize Kefka when he first saw him, but after he got a tray with what appeared to be Jawa mush and a bantha steak with some 2 day-old blue milk, he noticed Kefka and sat across from him in the booth. "Hey, kid, you...?" He then noticed that he was asleep.
"Oy... so damn bored..." He munched on his food thoughtfully.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:22 pm
Hours passed, as Orrin flew his patrol. He watched as a pair of Ruby Squadron flew up and out, as escorts to the Alderaanian "ambassador" Leia Organa. He watched them, and shut down his com channels so not to pick a fight. But he reopened them after the pair simply sat there like him.
Time ticked on, as nothing appeared on the scanners. Suddenly, Ruby squadron turned around. Orrin glanced at his watch, and noticed his patrol duty was ended as well, and flew back with them.
Upon reaching the hangar, the pilots from ruby reported their findings to the superior officer, Dodonna. Orrin evesdropped on the conversation, putting whatever he could casually. He didn't make much out, except for the phrase: "I fear the worst."
Orrin marched back into the mess hall, and got himself breakfast.
((Okay, for you nits who want to know, we just began ANH. Leia just got captured over Tatooine, and Luke hasn't even bought the droids... yet. Continue on.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 11:12 pm
(( And, so, it really begins, so to speak. ))
As prompted, Rusty chimed to Zendia, to awaken her at 0500. "G'd morning, Rusty," she yawned, looking at the chronometer. A quick trip to the 'fresher for a shower that must have lasted for all of a couple minutes and she then put on a fresh jumpsuit, and made her way for the mess hall. She merely gave Gendis and Orrin a friendly nod, and then noticed that Kefka was asleep at the table. That can't be comfortable, she mused as she got into line, requesting some toast, eggs and bantha bacon. She then made her way to an unoccupied seat and sat to eat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 7:33 am
Kefka awoke from his nightly nighhtmare, screaming in silent terror.
He glanced around and noticed he was in the cafeteria, where he had collapsed the night before. Getting up groggily, he went over to the buffet line and plucked up some food and then staggered over to Zendia's table.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 9:55 am
Gendis followed Kefka silently and sat next to him. "You okay, kid?" His tone was somber for the first time in a long time. "You can have some of my desert if you want."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:12 pm
"No thanks..I'm okay....allright, I'm not okay. Can I tell you something? Promise you won't tell anyone?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2005 10:00 am
Gendis nodded, his face almost unsettlingly serious. "You can trust me, kid." He patted Kefka on the shoulder to reinforce his conviction.
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