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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 2:31 pm
Azure exited hyperspace and docked at the ship. A tech helped her unload Saphire. Then she grabbed her stuff and made her way to the new quarters.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 8:41 pm
Zendia turned to Owen. "Azure should be behind me, and be along shortly." she cheerily said, before her voice took a more somber tone. "Kefka didn't make it. The Imps blew his X-wing out from under him. He did manage to go EV, but the Imps pounced him like sharks in bloody water." She shook her head. "Let's get everyone in here. Kekfa wouldn't want us to wallow about," Though I still don't feel any better about leaving him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:27 pm
Orrin had his work cut out for him. As soon as he entered the frigate, he made his way to the commanding officer, a captain. It seemed as if Admirals were to get closer to their newfound ships on Mon Calimari, at least that was the general rationalization that Orrin came to.
Normally the squad leaders assembled to learn mission briefs, which they would then translate to their fellow squadmates. Through the years, however, Orrin's incapabilities towards socializing had generated him as the intel officer of the squadron, specifically since he helped design the entry point gathering data. Now, with the loss of Kefka, though few knew it short of Zendia and Azure, his gatherings seemed all the more important.
In the briefing room, Orrin had recieved the debriefing from Hoth, the statistics rapidly crunched together in rough estimation, and the analysis of the escape. Apparantly, Emerald recieved enough attention due to its maneuvers to even be mentioned as a warning to Ruby, much to the disapproval of several pilots as Orrin would later find out.
He strolled the corridors of the ship, a familiar Nebulon B, as more and more transports and their escourts parted ways and pilots came into rest. He himself felt a little peckish, and headed to satisfy that need.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:47 pm
Bishop sat in the cockpit of his A-wing picking his teeth with a toothpick. "Hmm, I better introduce myself." He spat the small wooden device out of the open canopy and started his decsent to the deck. His boots clicked on the floor as he jumped the last few rungs of the latter. He did some short streches and started off for the door. It hissed open and he steped through. He was greeted by techs and mechanics scuttling up and down the corridor. He crossed laced his fingers behind his short back hair and continued on his way. "Huh." His stomach grumbled loudly. Heads turned his way but he ignored the sidways glances and looked for a way to the galley. Bishop found it after searching, what felt like, half the ship. The autochef was rather low on what he thought of as good food. He decided on somthing and brought it to a small dursteel table and dug in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:54 pm
"Alright." Owen said to Zendia, heart heavy, head hung. Walking into the cruiser, he said "I'm gonna head for the galley. You hungry?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:00 pm
"That's not a bad idea," Zendia replied to Owen. "But first, I'd like to talk to the old man for a moment," she added, as Orrin entered the quarters. "You go on ahead." She smiled at the man. "I'll be along soon,"
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:08 pm
"Alright. See ya Z... Good flying out there." Owen said, walking towards the ship's mess hall. Who would take over now that Kefka was... gone? Orrin probably. He did seem to be a senior member of the squadron. "Hope the Imps don't hurt him too much." He said, quietly to himself as he got in the line to get something to eat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:11 pm
"Thanks," Zendia said to Owen, as the latter made his way to the mess hall.
With a defeated sigh, she looked to Orrin. "So, what do we do now, what with Kefka in enemy hands?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 10:12 pm
He finished his food and started picking his teeth again. 'Well," He said to no one inperticular. "I better look like I'm doing somthing." He pulled a small data pad out of a pocket in his jumpsuit and flicked the switch labled ON. He clicked through some files untill he got to the Emerald Squad crew. He looked through them and studied the pictures. He looked up and saw a squad mate in line. He duble checked. Yup. He was a crew member.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:23 pm
"There is not much you can do about Kefka. While the Imperials have him, there is only a few options they would do. One is attempt to brainwash him into an imperial, which is unlikely since he did get caught. No Imperial would want a pilot that didn't go down kicking and screaming. Unless he wiped out an ISD, which is unlikely, that option is out. Second is send him to a penal colony as a prisoner of war and a political enemy. If considered dangerous enough, kessel or some other horrible place would satisfy that quality," Orrin said, pausing for a minute in thought. After a slight shake of his head, he returned to his senses. "Of course, the last option is probably the most obvious one. They just put a blaster to his head and kill him. Either before or after interrogation."
He shifted the gruel on his plate, picking at it. "So with you in charge, what is your decision? You realize that free choice is the only freedom one truely has. Time to utilize it. In about a week, Ruby will be.... "liberating" a sentinel-class shuttle. One of our bothan spies got captured and intelligence caught enough chatter to know he's in a prison on Kessel. They'll be briefing me late tomorrow on the mission specs. But as I said, its your decision. Just remember, war always has casualties. A blasterbolt sounds the same, no matter what language you speak."
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:34 pm
Zendia wore a determined expression. "Kessel, huh? I hear it's a pretty nasty place. If I may be candid, I'm worried about him. But, of course, you are correct."
Allowing herself a minute to ponder the question "the old man" put to her, she made her decision. "Whatever happens to him, I know he'd want us to go on." Giving Orrin a gentle smile, she added, "Have you anything else? If not, then, I should like the specs as soon as they become available. And," she added with amusement, "I do believe I shall adjourn to the mess hall for now."
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:30 am
Dai-po sliped the datapad back into his jumpsuit and strode over to his comrade. He put on a faux smile and taped on his shoulder. The man was younger than him. Twenty to twentyfive if he had to guess. Same hight, brown hair, and allitle slimer. He extended a welcoming hand to him "Owen correct?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:37 am
Owen looked up at the man who had greeted him. Swallowing the food in his mouth. "Yeah. Who are you?" He asked, eyeing him up and down. He rose and shook the other man's hand.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:36 am
((I was already in the mess hall, CW. Hence the gruel on my plate.))
"Sure...." Orrin replied with little enthusiasm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 10:26 am
"Dai-po. I'm new to Emerald Squad. I thought I shuold go meet everybody." He reajusted the glasses on his face.
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