Welcome to Gaia! ::

At Ritt’s question Aurora looked up over the edge of her open book at him. She could see her face flush with embracement in the reflection of his mirrored shades as she realized that in her excitement she had forgotten that he couldn’t see what it was that she was showing him. She lowered her journal and turned it around to look at the drawing.
Taking a deep breath she centered herself and pushed her excitement at becoming Ritt’s padawan to the back of her mind and focused on the drawing before her creating an image of it within her minds eye.
“It’s a profile bust of a white haired mare, but I included a single golden horn spiraling out above her light blue eye, her fire red main rises off her neck, licking skyward.” She closed her book and thought of her fighter. “I was thinking of painting the fighter’s main fuselage white, the swing-wings red and painting a golden stripe within the recessed area from cockpit to nose, and placing this picture just below the beginning of the canopy.” As she spoke the fighter in her minds eye changer with each additional description, until the final rendering of the end product appeared.
Aurora blinked a few time and looked back up at Ritt.
“Is that a suitable enough design in keeping this the squadrons color scheme?” she asked, finding it hard to keep her emotions in check as she waited for her big brothers approval.

"A strange design, in my opinion. But unless someone's been messing with me all this time, remind yourself of what most of us have done. Pilots such as me tend to go with one scheme, a simplisic color to stand out. People such as Wishmaster are more inventive, using an array of colors and designs. Just remember, the more you stand out, the more of a target you become on the battlefield."

Ritt shifted his weight, as he sombered down. "There are pilots who fly to become stronger, others who fly for pride. The rest fly for the tide of battle. Depending on which you are, you'll find what you seek. Come, we're about to exit hyperspace."

"First furball we're in, you're going to be on my six like a hungry krayt dragon on a bantha herd. Gotta keep an eye on you otherwise who knows what all you'll get into. Just keep up though. I hate backtracking," Ritt responded.

"Don't worry though. Reverend will make sure you dont' die. He's been flying longer than I, and he's not about to let anyone else die he can't save. Nor I for that matter."


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Kawaii had summoned the fleet leaders, and the squadron masters within the hour. He had even sent a summon to the new sith pilot, preparing the mission specs.

Koren sat in the Galley, the best place to hold a meeting with Mercs. He had provided a vast choice of alcohol for their pleasures. He sat at a circular table, an old tactic to show that no man was the "head" or "leader" or was better than anyone else. They were all Mercs. And now he had to use that to his advantage.

I'm gonna start this off easy. We're all soldiers and we get paid for it. Right now, we're getting paid to sit around on our asses. But who knows how long that'll hold up for. How long until this TEF is just dissolved? As you can all tell, I'm Mandalorian. My kind have been fighting since the stars were made. And this Stryder fellow has really got some guts. He could have easily escaped from the guards that took him to jail.

He looked around and waited for the muffled exasperations to end and for everyone to re-focus on him.

That's right, he's a prisoner now. Thus, our forces inaction. But the way this is going, this force won't be around much longer and then what? We give up this sweet pay? I don't think so. I propose that we go and break him out of jail, or at least pay a little visit to the man who put him in jail. You can object or not, it doesn't matter. I'll go alone if I have to. Those that wish to join me can meet me back here the same time tomorrow. That's all I have to say. Keep your drinks, and good day to you.

With that, Koren stood up, his armored form quite the intimidating stature of pain. He turned and walked out of the room, headed back for the bridge.

(Actually, i know nelo was waiting on briefing you, but meh.)

Shisstal followed Nakara to the shuttle that was going to take him to the fight with Fury. His lightsaber hung from his belt and he was filled with anticipation. He had made sure he wasn't exhausted from training or tired from not sleeping well. "This Fury person. You haven't told me much about him. Is there anything I need to know?" he asked, although he wasn't expecting much of an answer.

Aurora stood there, feeling a little disappointed at not having the opportunity to fight. She shook her head, dismissing those feeling. She looked up at Ritt.
“If Lord Stryder isn’t here, where is he?” she asked. “From my short time spent at his castile I got the impression that he would be the type of person who would’ve sent his troops home first before leaving the battle field himself, regardless if it was a victory or loss.” She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.