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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 4:33 pm
"Heres the facts: they're courtmartialing a guy as it is. imagine how sithing mad they'll be when they find us missing. are we all that sure that we want to piss them off? and Mynock man was a holocomic superhero."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 5:00 pm
"Jarik's right. I want Emerald Squad to finish training and be reassigned as soon as possible, and if we get the squad in any more trouble I'll never get off this water-forsaken ball of rock. And I don't venture outside into that desert anyway if I can help it. By the tides, I hate this planet." Logar brightened. "But, nothing's stopping us from heading over to the cantina here on-base. Why don't we wait for Orrin there? I have a feeling he'll need both the drink and us, no matter what happens in that JAG room. Besides, I've been meaning to try and get the machine to mix a better lomin-ale."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 5:03 pm
Orrin stood up, and used his hands to show exactly what went on during the incident.
"Well, you see, I was like, flying, ya know? And I got bored, ya see? So I was like, "Yo, dude, you want to fight?" And that little dude was like, "No, I'm following orders, like a good wittle webel." Well, I got mad and boomp! knocked into him. Though it was too hard, ya see? And we went ker-plop, and blump!" Orrin prided in making himself sound all macho, and the poor wittle webel like nothing more than a giddy schoolgirl.
"I'm sure Kefka would agree." The colonel stated.
"Actually, before we got picked up, he started rambling about how him, me, and some dude were dogfighting, trying to make a coverstory possibly. I wouldn't doubt him, seeing as how everything happened so fast, and how he may have had some shock after that crash. Plus, what have I got to lose? My service in the Rebellion? Please... I'm striving for it, not trying to stop it."
"Well, your story provides motive, explanation, and is perfectly logical. But we won't kick you out. Instead, your flight priveledges are revoked, except for tomorrow's graduation match. In the meantime, we need to take you out and plant the necessary components, and announce the meeting at 600 tomorrow morning to report to the Briefing room... Which I believe is teh FCO's job..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 6:34 pm
"Oh fine. To the Rebel cantina we go.."Kef muttered as Icy and Gauntlet tooted in agreement.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 6:38 pm
Orrin was replaced back in his cell, quite contently, as he returned to work. At 600 tomorrow, he would have to deliver his speech and the breifing, something which he intended to make sure everyone regretted, as well as the flying mission.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 4:49 pm
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After a wild night of drinking at the cantina, Logar, Jarik and Kefka suddenly find themselves awoken in their bunks by a loud blaring alarm. As the twin suns of the Tatoo system come into a binary sunrise, the chronometer reads 600. Meanwhile, Orrin is escorted from his cell for the final barrier preventing Emerald Squadron from becoming official.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 5:20 pm
Orrin started promptly at 600. He had already tested his course out, and now was the big day of when everyone else had to run the gauntlet. He was most unhappy when he found only 9 of the 12 pilots actually had awoken at the required time of 530 and reported to the briefing at 600.
"I welcome you all, to the final mission you shall ever fly on this desolate planet for training to join a squadron. Let us begin by going over the mission profile. Lights, please?" He stated, as the lights went out, and a map was broadcast across the wall.
"This is Tatooine, encompassing about 250 kilometer radius, starting around Jabba's palace. This is the beginning of the run and.. and.." Orrin stated, fighting the cuffs, "Can I get these things off? Its not like I'm boltin' or nothin'. Anyways, I was saying..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 5:45 pm
Kefka stirred from his bunk, only to realize that all the while he was bunking with Logar and Jarik, just never noticed.
He looked at the chronometer which read 600.
Oh s**t..
He jumped out of bed, and realized that he must have turned Icy off during the insanity the night before and logar must have done the same with Gauntlet.
Jumping off his bed, he felt a twinge in his leg where he injured himself, and gave the voice command to reactivate Icy.
"Icy, wake these guys up real quick, we're late as hell."
As he threw on some clothes, he heard Jarik sputter as he was doused in water, and Logar bolt up and hit his head on the bunk as Icy began poking him with one of his attachments.
"Good, you guys are up, lets roll, the mission briefing has allready started!" he said, while zipping up the rest of his flightsuit.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:00 pm
"Damn glitches. I set Gauntlet to wake us up, didn't I?" Logar muttered, rubbing his head. "Or did I? I don't really remember. I probably did, but it didn't work; that happens when you upgrade your droid and don't test him immediately." A hatch in Gauntlet's side popped open, and a tray with three pills slid out. "Well, at least some of your logic circuits are working. Thanks," he said, swallowing one and handing the other two to Kefka and Jarik, while zipping up his flight suit with the other hand. "If your hangover is as bad as mine, take that. We'll need our wits about us today," Logar finished, heading out the door at a run.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 10:11 pm
Kefka popped a pil in his mouth, and used the caf he had just brewed to swallow it, spilling some caf on his new flight suit.
"SITHSPAWN!!! I spent a whole month's worth of salary for this suit!!!" he bellowed, only to have Icy spray some foam onto the red Bothan poly-aether jacket and pants.
"You ready yet Jarik?" he asked as he strapped on his matching red shoes and auto-laced them and put his gloves on.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 7:59 pm
Logar skidded into the briefing room and sat down in the back, drawing a frosty glare from everyone who noticed his entrance. Fortunately, there weren't many of those, as the glowpanels had been extinguished, and most of the attention in the room was focused at the map of Tatooine that had just appeared on the wall.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 8:11 pm
((okay, this is moving too slow... wake up time, ffed!))
"Well, it seems the last three of the group have decided to join us," Orrin stated, easily embarassing the three pilots as they walked in. "I should punish you by making you clean the skyhoppers for the next batch of trainees, but I don't have that power in my hand..."
Orrin turned around to the map, shaking his head.
"Is there any questions before we begin the mission briefing? Anyone need a pitstop? Because if you need to go, I'm not stopping."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 8:31 pm
"Well, sir, I noticed a small problem with the skyhopper they gave you to replace the crashed one, and we were fixing it. It took a bit longer than I expected," Logar reported, trying to imitate a human grin. This was true, except that it had happened the previous day, before the hopper had been assigned to Orrin.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 8:42 pm
"I would believe that... If pilots actually were assigned jobs like that. There are mechanics, and I doubt that a single one will back that up. But since you're all here, let us please get on with this?" Orrin stated, not letting anything get away this time.
"Ahem... As you all know, this is your graduation mission riding on the line. Few of you know that this is the test that makes or breaks you. Just because you put on some stripes doesn't mean that you necessarily fly in the squadron.'
"This test will encompass many different aspects, including those which we have never mentioned before. You will be tested on flight capability, targeting skills, bombing targets, avoiding AA fire, flying in formation, waypoint navagation, ability to recognise targets without the use of sensors, and stealth flight.'
"You will be scored according to your performance. In order to pass the test, at all, you must acquire a 50%. Very easy folks. But, this only gets you to fly in the reserve corps of squadrons that are lacking in pilots. You must have a 65% to be active duty in a squadron that requires pilots. But, you will not be in Emerald Squadron. To pass Emsquad standards, you must achieve an 80% flight efficiency rating. To be leaders of the groups Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie, you must attain at least a 90%. This is very hard to achieve boys.'
"To show you how hard it was, I scratched out a 96%, and I knew exactly where to go, and what to dodge, and when. This is much harder than you realize. I suggest you ask any questions now while you have the chance. There is no makeup test."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 11:49 pm
Kefka snapped up immediately.
"I have a question. How will the overall squad leader be determined?"
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