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*do I make it too another transport?*

Kettch sat back and yielded control to the r2 unit in the back of the x-wing, watching the blue maelstrom for energy swirl all around him, ebbing and flowing in various directions as he sped through hyperspace. It never failed to amaze or captivate him. The light damage he had taken was being worked on by the r2 unit, affectionatly named 'Tutar'. Kettch couldn't understand what the hell he was on about but the R2 seemed to understand ewokese well enough

"Chodo!...Yub yub."

He nodded and waved at the stars as the flew by, waiting for the journey to Sullust to end.

lazerus wrote:*do I make it too another transport?*

yes. though as you get to it, the shield is taken down... and Imperial troops enter the base...

Coaan wrote:Kettch sat back and yielded control to the r2 unit in the back of the x-wing, watching the blue maelstrom for energy swirl all around him, ebbing and flowing in various directions as he sped through hyperspace. It never failed to amaze or captivate him. The light damage he had taken was being worked on by the r2 unit, affectionatly named 'Tutar'. Kettch couldn't understand what the hell he was on about but the R2 seemed to understand ewokese well enough

"Chodo!...Yub yub."

He nodded and waved at the stars as the flew by, waiting for the journey to Sullust to end.

It wont take to long....

Just as swiftly as they appeared, the swirling storm of hyperspace soup disappeared and dropped down to normal space, the planet and the fleet surrounding it looked heavily battered and mismashed, transports and corvettes everywhere with few real ships of the line. Snub fighters patrolled the area and signalled as Grey leader dropped from hyperspace. He reached with a paw to open a comms channel on the alliance frequency and report in

"Yub yub."

"Hello Grey Leader, welcome to your new home"

I hope the transport takes off.........right now.

lazerus wrote:I hope the transport takes off.........right now.

It takes off right as Imps are setting up an E-Web to take it out. It rushes toward the Nav point and the Ion Cannon(which is just now being siezed) opens fire on the ISD before its crew are killed

And the Deathscythe is forced to take evasive action, and the Transport slips under its main guns and escapes.

"Phew."

Coaan wrote:Kettch reached out with a digit to tap in commands to Tutar to request docking clearance to land. He figured that it would be easier than grunting down the comms to someone who'd never have a clue. For now, Kettch merely contented himself flying a pattern around the patrol area while he awaited the responce

"You have clearance to land at Docking Bay EH17

Kettch tapped in his acknowledgement and lowered the speed of the craft to cruise through space, lowering the landing struts as he leveled out with the cruiser. Holding the pattern, he piloted it into the hanger bay and touched down in the bay, waiting until the mag con shield had been raised to open the cockpit seal and lift free his helm

"Yub yub!"

*Fastforward 2 weeks*

Rebel players, you are part of a rebel taskforce consisting of 1 MC80 2 Nebulon b2s 4 correlian gunships, and 8 corvettes. You are engaged in acts of commerce raiding in the outer rim.

Imperial Players... The Captain and the other sith have really shaped things up... The crew lives in a mixed combination of awe and fear. You are assigned to a task force that includes your ship, a victory class star destroyer, 4 carracks and 8 lancer class frigates You are in the same sector of space and it is your job to find and destroy this other rebel taskforce.

I see if I can get an X-wing fighter.

Lord Kast, as the crew now called him, stood at the bridge windows of the Death Scythe, watching the rebel transports take flight. After his 'tests' on Shar, he felt confident enough to try altering his own body. At first, he only altered some of his minor facial features, darkening his skin and the like. But then he realized that the alchemy came so easily too him, and he plunged in, altering his body greatly, bulking up his muscles, adding fierce claws to his hands, and remaking his appearance into that of a half humanoid monstrosity. Most of the crew were indimidated by him, and the ones who werent still gave him space. He reached out with the force towards the Executor, feeling carefulyl around it, then delicately tapped the immense dark side source he felt. Lord Vader, I presume... he sent.

lazerus wrote:I see if I can get an X-wing fighter.

You are assigned to a bomber squadron*snicker* that means you are assigned to Y-Wing squadron Magenta though you are made leader of said squadron. and are stationed aboard the Mc80(Dauntless)

Kettch(sp) is stil Grey leader, and leads leads an x-wing squadron stationed one of the Neb2s(Boundless)

Other ships are...

Neb2: Lighbringer
Gunship:Libertybell
gunship:Guns of Freedom
gunship:Clinton
gunship:Buchaneer

The covettes dont have names.. they have numbers.

Vader: Yes Lord Kast? WHy do you disturb me here?

At least something useful to do... Tasik thought as he flew a with his TIE Interceptor. And away from that crazy ship. Sure, he was used to some bizarre people, even in his own noble family. But 'Lord Kast' was pushing even his understanding of the term bizarre by quite a bit.
He always stayed composed as he watched half of the crew cower in fear, or awe, and his own efforts to be as inconspicious as possible so far worked out. Though his results as pilot made that tougher by the kill he made.
But things need to change. Either he tries and get transfered to a normal ship, with a normal commander, or he fled....though he wasn't as desperate. Yet.

You are assigned to a bomber squadron*snicker* that means you are assigned to Y-Wing squadron Magenta though you are made leader of said squadron. and are stationed aboard the Mc80(Dauntless)

Ok, I hop into my bomber and wait.

Kettch looked ecstatic, he had been given Grey squadron temporarily and elevated to the rank of leutenant (if it's alright ). The first thing he had done was set about reading through the records of available pilots to draw in some wing mates. The first seven were average candidates and had been picked without question. The next file was the human he remembered from the Righteous. The gun slinging nutter who almost got killed. He would have done but another squadron had siezed him first. The rest of the candidates, he was assigned.

He sat in down time aboard the Boundless , wiggling his legs in glee, he'd never been given anything to command before, Just a few skirmishes and border raids, now it was the real thing. One thing was niggling at him though, what to rename the squadron...grey...it was nice...but it wasn't shiny.

Captain Fy'Allar now that he seemed to have the emperors blessing, let his own sithly nature be revealed. He openly carried his lightsaber. He was a bit more reserved than Lord Kast, prefering to keep the crews morale high by acting someowhat normal.

The crew however, for the most part.. was used to it. The captain kept Lord Kast in check. And the hunt for rebels was going well. In fact, a distress call had just come in from a concoy that was under rebel attack and they were just leaving hyperspace

Both taskforces met face to face for the first time in two weeks.

"Heave to and prepare to be boarded in the name of the emperor"

"Magenta squadron, prepare for launch."

I wait for the launch command in the hangar.

I was just checking in on our progress. The battle goes well on the surface. And I believe we are about to board a rebel transport, lord Vader.
The force serve you well, lord vader, farwell. With that last mental note, Kast spun on his heel and strode to Captain Fy'allar. "Captain, I would appreciate it if I could board the ship with the boarding party...it would whet my appetite."

Dahak wrote:I wait for the launch command in the hangar.

"All Pilots get to your fighers"