Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 03:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/images/thumb/9/95/Revofficialsm.jpg/250px-Revofficialsm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Cas Sauvon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306137.msg14914409#msg14914409)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard Ready Room</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> S'kani, All Grey Squadron on Comms<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/46/e0/9346e0b558defa7d833e0176d23c0d4f.jpg)</div>Despite having just flown both mission prep training and combat, there was no rest for the wicked, with pilots told to grab a quick hot meal in the mess hall before reporting to the briefing room.&nbsp; As soon as everyone was there, the interim leader of Grey Squadron, Captain Cas Sauvon, was at the mission podium, telling everyone to take their seats before spinning up the hologram briefing.&nbsp; The image resolved into a sleek looking starship.&nbsp; It had some of the hallmarks of typical Imperial Engineering, but something a bit different as well.&nbsp; There was a design quality to it which was hard to put a finger upon.&nbsp; The name of the ship was the <em>New Frontier</em>, also a departure from the typical naming convention.<br><br>Cas started off the briefing once everyone had pulled up the mission details at their seats from the integrated work station built into the seats.&nbsp; <strong>"I know we are tired and I wish I could tell you we were getting a little down time before the Theed operation, but Alliance command stumbled onto this and the mission is time critical and we need to act now before the Imps catch wind of this.&nbsp; For those of you not up to date on your Clone War era history, this ship is the <em>Final Frontier</em> and was an experimental test bed.&nbsp; When the <em>Victory</em> class was first launched, it had a huge mobility weakness, as well as slower than any other capital ship in the Republic's inventory.&nbsp; This is where this ship came in."<br><br>"The <em>Final Frontier</em> was roughly the same size and mass as a <em>Victory</em> class Star Destroyer, but she made use of some radical technology which put it on the exploratory edge of starship engineering.&nbsp; Even today her theoretical speed and maneuverability was to outperform the <em>Victory</em> class by a factor of three.&nbsp; The (http://Frontier) was lost on her maiden voyage on the long distance test of her engines and hyperdrive.&nbsp; It was believed she was ambushed and destroyed by Separatists, especially given how the shipyards which built her were destroyed in one of the final pushes of the war, causing the Republic to loose near all of the engineering data behind the <em>Frontier</em>.&nbsp; It turns out such was not the case, and she has returned.&nbsp; She did not answer any initial challenges.&nbsp; The mission is to escort the 401st on board, and land as well as they either try to salvage the ship, or at the very least download any and all engineering schematics.&nbsp; This technology can have a huge impact upon the war, especially with our own capital starships.&nbsp; Any questions?</strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=2]Pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioned:[/b]<br>[b]Actions (Combat only)[/b]:<br>[b]NSFW Warning:[/b] If necessary<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 04:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving D,qar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"I have a question."&nbsp; All heads turned to look at Kaulo.&nbsp; "If we are unable to salvage the ship, are we supposed to scuttle it?"<br><br>There were a few exclamations of shock at Kaulo's suggestion.&nbsp; The ship was essentially lost tech and advanced lost tech at that.&nbsp; To scuttle such a vessel was to destroy knowledge that existed nowhere else.&nbsp; Doing so would prevent it from falling into enemy hands but it would be a pyrrhic victory, one the Empire wouldn't even know they'd suffered.&nbsp; Still, the big Karkaradon was practical if nothing else.&nbsp; He was more than willing to ask the questions no one wanted answered, because somebody had to make that decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 14:09:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br>The CO had been met and Bar had been told to head straight down to the briefiing room. They didn't seem to hang about on this ship, at least not once you had handed over your orders and been formally accepted as a member of the crew.<br><br>She had followed her pad back through the ship, up and along, and down and down and down. Finally arriving at the briefing room she had found a few other people already there and slipped into one of the seats and waited, studying those around her. This was a habit of her people, watching closely, very closely, memorizing the shapes, the colours, the forms, if she could touch them, skin to skin, just once, she could cement the shape by DNA absorbsion, but even just observing them she could likely make a reasonable facimilie, good enough to fool most people, though not security scanners, not without touching them.<br><br>More and more people filed in and sat down and finally the Squadron Leader showed up, strode to the front and delivered a briefing. It seemed they were to head to some experimental ship that had been lost somehow since the end of the clone wars? Which would mean a team on board the ship a team flying CAG for the fleet and a team flying close support for those tasked with landing on board this 'Final Frontier' vessel and slicing it's systems.<br><br>There was a question asked by a Karkaradon, they were hard to copy, so muscular and the skin was tricky. The question however was sensible, though the answer was all too obvious, it was necessary to ask what the plan was. It needed to be stated out loud and it needed to be explicit that if they couldn't take this vessel it should be destroyed. Having it out in the open would prevent any bickering about it or waiting down the line, but it was also important to know whose decision it was that the situation had moved to a point that destruction of the vessel would be necessary.<br><br>Once this was all sorted out Bar waited to see what her assignment on this escapade was to be, which group she was to be assigned to and who she would be either landing with or flying with.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 21:14:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Listening and Thinking <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>In the stories, the scrappy underdogs always won, eventually. It was nice to believe that. The more Lur saw of the war, the less he believed in the old stories. He certainly didn’t believe the Rebellion was doomed, but it was far from certain that they’d prevail. <br><br>Their last fight had been a victory in that they survived their fighting retreat. It had been closer than he’d have preferred, but the universe in general, and combat in particular, was indifferent to his likes and dislikes. And they had barely cooled the engines and refueled before being called to the next mission. <br><br>He was excited when he saw the holo of the ship. He’d never taught history at the university, but he’d always been interested, and had looked closer at military history since joining the Rebellion. HE knew of this ship, but not much. There was so much to study and never enough time. <br><br>Fin’s question pained him. They could learn so much from this vessel, and it was, of course, of great historical importance. On the other hand, if there was anything to be learned, to be gained, they couldn’t let it fall into the Imps’ hands. Lur was conflicted enough that he didn’t feel like he had anything to add, so he sat and waited for orders. He’d do what he was told. He hoped they could save the ship, for many reasons. But he understood the importance of possibly destroying it. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-09-2019, 22:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/images/thumb/9/95/Revofficialsm.jpg/250px-Revofficialsm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Cas Sauvon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306137.msg14914409#msg14914409)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard Ready Room</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> S'kani, All Grey Squadron on Comms<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><hr>Cas turned first to Fin as he asked the question.&nbsp; Of all of the pilots present, Cas knew Fin saw the eye to eye with command.&nbsp; It was callous and coldblooded to think about.&nbsp; In a perfect world, they would get all the time in the world, salvage the ship, and bring a badly needed military asset home.&nbsp; The world was not perfect however, and the last thing which the cause needed was for this technology to fall into the hands of the Empire.&nbsp; One of the advantages the Alliance had over the Empire was speed, in the fact even the larger ships being produced by Mon Cal were faster in both real and hyperspace than Star Destroyers.&nbsp; Take that advantage away, and a Star Destroyer could hound an MC-75 till they ran out of hypergrade fuel, then eliminate then.&nbsp; It could not happen.<br><br>Cas looked at all of his squadron in the eyes as he answered.&nbsp; <strong>"The primary mission is salvage and get the ship to Alliance controlled territory.&nbsp; Secondary objective is securing all technical data from the ship's data bank.&nbsp; We need it.&nbsp; Once it is secured and it is certain the ship will fall into Imperial hands, you are to scrub the data from the ship's systems, and scuttle her.&nbsp; We cannot let this ship fall into the Empire's hands.&nbsp; We will loose the war if it happens.&nbsp; So, it cannot happen."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 03:12:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>It was good to have clear objectives.&nbsp; It made things easier in the field.&nbsp; When you knew what you had to do, all that remained was figuring out how to do it.&nbsp; They were to salvage the ship or as much as they could manage and bring it home or they were to destroy it, to keep it out of enemy hands.&nbsp; Simple and straightforward.&nbsp; There was, however, one other issue.<br><br>"When the ship was lost, they were fighting for the Republic, against the Separatists, correct?" asked Kaulo.&nbsp; "Now the Republic is the Empire.&nbsp; Since we have heard nothing from this ship, it is likely they have heard nothing in return.&nbsp; How are we going to convince them that the side they were fighting for is now the wrong side?"<br><br>It was as critical a question as whether they needed to scuttle the ship.&nbsp; If they needed to fight their way through the crew to recover the ship, then so be it.&nbsp; Making contact was one thing but convincing the crew that they were the legitimate heirs to the Republic was something entirely different.&nbsp; The ship likely had a large crew.&nbsp; If they could convince them to join the fledgling rebellion, they would be a huge asset.&nbsp; If they had to fight them, that would be a huge loss because there would be death on both sides and there was no guarantee that they would be able to take the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 06:47:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Listening and Thinking <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>Lur had more questions the longer he listened. He was a pilot, and a good one, but it almost sounded like his other skills would be more important on this mission. If they got on board the Final Frontier, they’d need a first- rate slicer. That was Lur. As good a pilot as he was, he was a better slicer. <br><br>Would he be flying fighter on this one, or would the focus be getting him on board to utilize his other skills? He pursed his lips in thought, running through the gear he’d accumulated since joining the Rebellion. If he was careful, he could fit it all in the cockpit of a Headhunter. <br><br>He had a lot of questions now, practical concerns outweighing the moral issues around the old ship. Where would he get assigned? What did they want him to do? Could he get into systems that were that old? There was only one way to find out. He never really enjoyed briefings, but now this particular one felt like it was dragging while he waited for answers to questions he hadn’t been able to ask yet. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>25-09-2019, 14:50:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br>Bar too was wondering what her role would be on this operation and she was wondering about the personalities, skills and experience of those around her and about what had happened earlier during the training exercise. The captain had just said that there had been 'An incident' when Bar had finally reported. There were a lot of questions but they would be answered, she was sure, in time, it was just a case of keeping your ears and mind open.<br><br>Her own intelligence skills could be useful on board this ship she was certain, this trip would need slicers, intelligence, especially if there was crew, marines, technicians, engineers, and at least two officers. Bar went over the crew compliment she could see and mentally tallied up the needs for the combat air group to guard the fleet, the landing party and the guard group to fly cover over the ship they were set to be taking. It didn't seem like they had nearly enough bodies in the room, but this was mostly pilots right? There were likely marines and technical staff being briefed elsewhere by their own senior staff for this this operation surely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>26-09-2019, 00:30:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/images/thumb/9/95/Revofficialsm.jpg/250px-Revofficialsm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Cas Sauvon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306137.msg14914409#msg14914409)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard Ready Room</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> S'kani, All Grey Squadron on Comms<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><hr>"All of these are great questions.&nbsp; What additional information we do know is any attempt to communicate with the ship has failed.&nbsp; The RECON ship which discovered the <em>Final Frontier</em> did a external scan of the ship, and based on the few records we have uncovered states her entire long rang and short range communications systems are damaged to the point she needs a dry dock to effect repairs for those systems.&nbsp; We may find those are not the only systems damaged and complete salvage of the ship impossible.&nbsp; I also know it is in part of our secondary skills as commando we are being used.&nbsp; We have the Sapper unit, but they are there for the heavy lifting and for establishing a short range communication system we can use to tie into the <em>Vanguard</em>, as well as other major systems repair.&nbsp; We are carrying out the rest of the mission.&nbsp; Once we have established a CAP about the ship, we will land with the 401st on board and carry out the mission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>28-09-2019, 19:39:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>So they were going in not just as pilots.&nbsp; Kaulo thought about what that would possibly mean.&nbsp; Hand to hand combat versus Loa.&nbsp; It would be hard to leave them alive.&nbsp; It would be best if he was able to stay in his fighter on overwatch but there was no purpose in a Y-Wing filling that role when there would be so many other larger and better armed ships.&nbsp; No, his strength and durability would serve better on the Final Frontier, if the crew needed to be subdued.<br><br>With luck that would not be the case and he would be needed for heavy lifting and nothing more.&nbsp; He would prepare for the worst and hope for the best.&nbsp; There really wasn't any other way to go through life.&nbsp; If anything, all he would ever be was pleasantly surprised.<br><br>Given then length of time the ship had been missing, there was a good chance the crew was dead anyway.&nbsp; They would have had limited food.&nbsp; If they'd taken to the escape pods, someone would have been picked up and the ship's fate would have been a matter of record.&nbsp; No, it was likely that the Final Frontier was the final resting place of her crew.&nbsp; They'd have abandoned ship when the food ran out.&nbsp; If that hadn't been possible, they would have turned on each other.&nbsp; Unless...<br><br>"Was the Final Frontier equipped with cold berths?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>01-10-2019, 05:15:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Planning <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>There were limits to Lur’s patience, especially when a new project was brought up. Trying to not be obvious or rude, he brought out one of his pads and began making notes. What he’d need to bring with him to slice into a decades-old ship. What devices he’d want to make the job easier. Pre-programmed routines he’d coded long ago to help break into various systems. Would any of this work on a Clone War era system? He had no idea, but he really wanted to find out. <br><br>He made more notes, places to brush up on commonly used codes back then, histories of programmers from the Republic Era, places to check to see if known historical exploits were still around. He didn’t quite rub his hands together, but the thought was there. This was going to be a challenge. <br><br>If the various leaders knew what they were doing, they’d be assigning him to the party on the ship. While it was true they always needed more pilots, skilled slicers were even more rare. He barely tracked Fin’s question. He was all but bouncing in his chair, eager to get away from this briefing and go to work. He wondered if there was a way he could manage to slip out, but decided to try and be patient. A bit longer, anyway. He could manage that. Probably. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 20:10:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/images/thumb/9/95/Revofficialsm.jpg/250px-Revofficialsm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Cas Sauvon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306137.msg14914409#msg14914409)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard Ready Room</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> S'kani, All Grey Squadron on Comms<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><hr>"Not too much is known about the actual specifics on the <em>Final Frontier</em> other than she was a test bed for new engine technology.&nbsp; Much of her is based off of the <em>Victory</em> class and while we can made some assumptions and inference from the original Mark I designs, it is by now means a certainty.&nbsp; We are lucky in the fact General Dodona was one of the original military project directors of the <em>Victory</em>.&nbsp; Our first stop is a brief one to patch into the Holonet so all info about the <em>Victory</em>, specifically security and computer system protocols before we made the final jump to the ship itself.&nbsp; Until then, we have about eight hours before mission time.&nbsp; Spend it in making certain your fighters can fly, and anything else for mission prep."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 20:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>It was essentially a dismissal.&nbsp; Kaulo rose, considering his options.&nbsp; There was plenty of time to sleep but his Y-wing was in rough shape.&nbsp; His technical skills were limited and his size prevented him from doing much to the fighter's interior components.&nbsp; Still, he could lift and carry and that would free a loader droid to assist another crew.&nbsp; He would assist for a few hours or for as long as he was needed, find something to eat and then catch some sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Then they would go after the Final Frontier.&nbsp; It would be an interesting mission.&nbsp; He wondered if he was going to come back from it.&nbsp; <em>I should make room for some weapons in the cockpit.&nbsp; Not everything will be within biting range.&nbsp; Time to gt some longer teeth....</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2019, 20:31:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br><br>It remained to be seen if her first mission was to be in a fighter or in a shuttle/boarding party. Bar knew that a 'mission packet' would be coming shortly which would tell her some more details, like who she was to be reporting to for this op and what her role was to be. She hadn't even been assigned a fighter yet! None of that had been sorted out, she watched the faces of the others around her looking for familiar faces, but didn't spot anyone, then as the meeting was breaking up headed up to the front to talk to the squadron leader. She waited till there was a break in traffic and presented herself to the man.<br><br>"Bar Tledg Zlaan reporting. I have just arrived and only just met the CO. I was told to report here to this briefing. I have specialities in Field Intelligence, Piloting and Command Intelligence. I have no personal ship as yet, but I am ready to receive orders and instruction."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>18-10-2019, 10:01:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room &gt; Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots. <br><br>Shassaa felt an odd sense of anticipation&nbsp; - part excitement and part anxiety -&nbsp; as she walked through the corridor to the briefing room after being summoned for what would be her first mission briefing as a Rebel. She was a rookie, having just joined the squadron with the latest resupply convoy, and barely had time to sleep since she arrived, with her having to settle into her quarters and make acquaintance with her ship - a BTL Y-Wing starfighter. She had been given the call-sign "Fangs". That made her roll her eyes but she didn't have the time nor the desire to engage into a debate on closet racism. The Togruta had plenty of experience with that, and the sheer diversity in the crew she had encountered made her hopeful that this new experience wouldn't be a repeat of Imperial Academy.<br><br>Her datapad in hand, she had some difficulty finding her way through the ship, but she had had the foresight to download the ship's floor plans to her datapad. She entered the briefing room shortly before the meeting started and scanned the room briefly, noting the diversity in those present including what she could only describe as a large fish-man. Taking a seat in one of the free spots in the room, she had no time to make herself acquainted with anyone before the briefing started. She listened carefully at the briefing and the questions - and answers - that followed, most of them seeming to come from the afore-mentioned fish man.<br><br>She punched a few key details of the briefing in her datapad then stood up as the briefing - short, as most briefings should be - appeared to be over. As they had a few hours to kill before mission time, so she headed to the lounge to relax, enjoy a Black Spire Brew and hopefully meet some of her fellow squadron members. She took a seat at the bar, placed her order and began reviewing the mission details and her fighter's technical reports on her datapad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>18-10-2019, 21:14:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Planning <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>The briefing was over, and Lur had things to do. He assumed that the commanders would be smart enough to assign him where his strengths were, and that was slicing even ahead of flying. As soon as they were dismissed, he headed for his bunk. Rooting through his equipment, he got together what he thought he might need to slice into a decades-old system. <br><br>Struck by an idea, he detoured to the area where the computer techs worked. “Hi, ‘scuse me, need a few… thanks..” They had gotten used to Lur’s rambling through the odds and ends of gear, and word was already spreading about the new mission, so they just let him take what he needed and shook their collective heads. <br><br>Gear assembled, there was nothing else for him to do aside from wait for his actual assignment. Rather than drive the techs, or commanders, crazy, he went back to the lounge. When in doubt, eat and drink. He’d learned that from other, far more experienced warriors, and it made sense to him. He settled in, ordered a drink and some soup, and kept running over scenarios in his head of what he might find on the ship. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 03:31:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shassaa Til, Lur Galvan Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shassaa Til, Lur Galvan <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>The crew chief had politely refused Kaulo's help.&nbsp; While Kaulo took the refusal with good grace, most of the techs knew it was because the Mon Calamari had a particular distrust of Karkaradons.&nbsp; Few would blame him.&nbsp; The Empire had employed the sharkmen in a bid to help to the Quarren take over the planet they shared with the Mon Calamari.&nbsp; He was distrustful of the way Kaulo had so easily switched sides.<br><br>With his primary plan derailed, Kaulo fell back on his secondary plan, which always involved finding something to eat.&nbsp; He headed for the lounge, because that was where the food was.&nbsp; He didn't <em>need</em> to eat and probably wouldn't for several days but that didn't mean he couldn't.&nbsp; With an uncertain mission ahead, he really didn't want to get hungry in the middle, when he could so easily eat beforehand.<br><br>He spotted Lur and knew to leave the human alone.&nbsp; He tended to think complex thoughts that were easily disrupted and difficult to reconstruct.&nbsp; If Lur wanted to speak to Kaulo, he would seek him out.&nbsp; In the meantime, Kaulo would leave him to his thoughts.<br><br>There was a Togruta at the bar, reviewing a datapad.&nbsp; Kaulo didn't recognize her.&nbsp; She was another predator; he could tell by her scent.&nbsp; He moved slowly towards her, making certain she was aware of his approach.&nbsp; It was never wise to startle another predator.&nbsp; Once he was close (but not so close that she would expect an attack), he too leaned against the bar.&nbsp; Long practice had told him where it was safe to place his weight.<br><br>"I will have whatever you've been able to catch," he said to the bartender.&nbsp; "Hopefully it won't be more of those things with all the legs.&nbsp; They kept getting caught in my teeth."&nbsp; <br><br>When the bartender headed off to 'check the traps' He looked at Shassaa Til.&nbsp; "Have you eaten?" he asked.&nbsp; For his people, it was a polite greeting, especially for strangers.&nbsp; "You were at the briefing. You are a pilot.&nbsp; One of the Loa."&nbsp; It was unlikely that Shassaa Til would be aware of the honour that came with that word.&nbsp; Few of Kaulo's squadron understood it.&nbsp; Ironically, the Mon Calamari were numbered among the few.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 06:16:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots. <br><br>Shassaa lifted her head up from her datapad when the human entered the lounge and settled in, briefly observing him as he placed his order before returning her attention to her own business, only for her focus to err once more when the Karkaradon entered a few minutes later. The massive fish-like alien unequivocally drew her curiosity - he was a being unlike anything she had ever seen before, in fact, she couldn't even be sure it was a he - particularly when he approached her. <br><br>She watched when he briefly spoke to the bartender then raised curious, hairless eyebrows when he spoke to her. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310769.msg15137686#msg15137686">Quote from: Captain Whitebread on 27-10-2019, 03:31:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">When the bartender headed off to 'check the traps' He looked at Shassaa Til.&nbsp; "Have you eaten?" he asked.&nbsp; For his people, it was a polite greeting, especially for strangers.&nbsp; "You were at the briefing. You are a pilot.&nbsp; One of the Loa."&nbsp; It was unlikely that Shassaa Til would be aware of the honour that came with that word.&nbsp; Few of Kaulo's squadron understood it.&nbsp; Ironically, the Mon Calamari were numbered among the few.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Uh? No, I haven't, but I'm not hungry at the moment anyway.", she replied to his first question. <br><br>She was even more confused by the word he used, 'Loa', to describe her, but she still drew a friendly smile for him, put down her datapad and tried to answer him the best way she could.<br><br>"That's right, I was, and I am a pilot. Flight officer Shassaa Til. I'm not sure what a Loa is, to be honest. In fact I have no idea what that means. I guess you're a pilot, too?", she said as her Black Spire Brew arrived. She drew a few credits from her pocket and left them on the bartop before picking up the glass and taking a sip from the beverage. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 07:10:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shassaa Til, Lur Galvan Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Kaulo nodded.&nbsp; She had eaten recently.&nbsp; That was a good thing.&nbsp; "Yes," he answered.&nbsp; "I pilot a Y-Wing."&nbsp; The starfighter he piloted wasn't surprising.&nbsp; Few cockpits would be large enough to accommodate him.&nbsp; One meaty hand reached up to touch the vestigial fin that sprouted from the back of his head.&nbsp; "My call sign is Fin."<br><br>He wasn't surprised that she didn't know what Loa meant.&nbsp; He frequently had to explain it but he always started with the assumption that someone knew something.&nbsp; Otherwise he'd have to start with an explanation before the conversation started.&nbsp; "Loa is meat you don't eat.&nbsp; You are a carnivore.&nbsp; Do your kind have a word like that?"<br><br>Meat you <strong><em>don't</em></strong> eat, not meat you <strong><em>can't</em></strong> eat.&nbsp; There was no way that Kaulo was not a meat eater, not with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.&nbsp; He was practically the poster boy for apex predator.&nbsp; For him to deliberately avoid eating a particular kind of meat was a sign of immense respect.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He watched as she took a sip from her glass but said nothing.&nbsp; There was no immediate need for her to make use of her reflexes, so the mild tranquilizer she was consuming would likely not be a problem.&nbsp; He might become concerned if there was a chance that her consumption would affect his life expectancy but at this point if she wanted to drink alcohol, it was entirely up to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 23:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/images/thumb/9/95/Revofficialsm.jpg/250px-Revofficialsm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Cas Sauvon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306137.msg14914409#msg14914409)<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard Ready Room</em><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bar<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310769.msg15120493#msg15120493">Quote from: mayovagn on 15-10-2019, 20:31:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br>It remained to be seen if her first mission was to be in a fighter or in a shuttle/boarding party. Bar knew that a 'mission packet' would be coming shortly which would tell her some more details, like who she was to be reporting to for this op and what her role was to be. She hadn't even been assigned a fighter yet! None of that had been sorted out, she watched the faces of the others around her looking for familiar faces, but didn't spot anyone, then as the meeting was breaking up headed up to the front to talk to the squadron leader. She waited till there was a break in traffic and presented herself to the man.<br><br>"Bar Tledg Zlaan reporting. I have just arrived and only just met the CO. I was told to report here to this briefing. I have specialities in Field Intelligence, Piloting and Command Intelligence. I have no personal ship as yet, but I am ready to receive orders and instruction."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cas turned towards Bar as she entered towards the end of the briefing.&nbsp; She was late, but she did have an excuse.&nbsp; There was a brief transfer of new personnel which happened right before the arrival of the Imps, and the Captain would have had her hands full till just recently.&nbsp; He did his best to smooth out his displeasure from his features and picked up a tablet containing all of the information.&nbsp; He looked up to make certain he had the officers rank right before speaking.&nbsp; No need to embarrass himself right off the bat.&nbsp; It was as good to make a first impression to a new member of the team as it was to who your new supervisor was.<br><br><strong>"Greetings, Flight Officer Zlaan, and welcome to Grey Squadron.&nbsp; You will be playing a bit of catch up, but we have a bit over seven hours till we launch so you have the time to catch up.&nbsp; Details are on the tablet here, and your presence on the mission is one of the secondary objectives.&nbsp; Something happened to the <em>Final Frontier</em> those decades ago.&nbsp; We need to find out what it was, and why it took them so long to return to civilized space.&nbsp; If you have any questions let me know."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 23:34:04</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Galvan, Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br><br>The shapeshifter took the tablet and nodded, "I will study the material, thank you. If there is nothing else I will prepare for the mission." so she would be on the boarding party! It had to be admitted that the mystery of just what had transpired on this ship was intriguing in the extreme. She was extremely curious as to what could have happened on this ship herself, she would have to dig into the records of the time and see if she could find details on, well, everything about this ship and the navy that she was a part of. In seven hours. A challenge.<br><br>She was dismissed and hurried away, finding a quiet spot to read the tablet and then to call up on her own pad all the history she could of the time. Details on the ship itself were nearly non-existent due to the secret nature of it and it's mission, however she was able to find out much about the navy of that period, ranks, uniforms, composition and so on. Any information as a base line was useful for something like this, but what could have occurred on this vessel was, well, just anything! It was a hell of an undertaking to figure out just what had occurred, there was slicer on her team, which if they were going to gain access to logs locally would be invaluable. She called up his location and went to meet him.<br><br>She walked into the lounge and up to the man in question. "Greetings. I am Bar. I am new to the squadron, pilot and intelligence, you are also on the boarding party and it seems we shall be working together."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>27-10-2019, 23:36:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Bar, Cas, Fin, Shassaa<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Planning <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br>&nbsp;<br>Lur had long ago mastered the art of listening to what was going on around him, no matter how hard he was working on slicing. Slicers had a rep for being oblivious to everything around them while they were working, and he had no problem taking advantage of the stereotype. The Zabrak who came in sounded like he knew what was going on. <br><br>Acting casual, he moved closer as Cas spoke with Bar. Adjusting as he went, he set is pad to take in data from nearby machines, like what the Captain was carrying. He ordered another drink and put his pad down to sniff. Seven hours was more detail than he had before. Maybe he’d learn something new if he stayed up at the bar. He nodded to the two talking, glanced at Fin and left him to his conversation with someone Lur didn’t know. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>29-10-2019, 08:10:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310769.msg15138102#msg15138102">Quote from: Captain Whitebread on 27-10-2019, 07:10:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kaulo nodded.&nbsp; She had eaten recently.&nbsp; That was a good thing.&nbsp; "Yes," he answered.&nbsp; "I pilot a Y-Wing."&nbsp; The starfighter he piloted wasn't surprising.&nbsp; Few cockpits would be large enough to accommodate him.&nbsp; One meaty hand reached up to touch the vestigial fin that sprouted from the back of his head.&nbsp; "My call sign is Fin."<br><br>He wasn't surprised that she didn't know what Loa meant.&nbsp; He frequently had to explain it but he always started with the assumption that someone knew something.&nbsp; Otherwise he'd have to start with an explanation before the conversation started.&nbsp; "Loa is meat you don't eat.&nbsp; You are a carnivore.&nbsp; Do your kind have a word like that?"<br><br>Meat you <strong><em>don't</em></strong> eat, not meat you <strong><em>can't</em></strong> eat.&nbsp; There was no way that Kaulo was not a meat eater, not with rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.&nbsp; He was practically the poster boy for apex predator.&nbsp; For him to deliberately avoid eating a particular kind of meat was a sign of immense respect.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He watched as she took a sip from her glass but said nothing.&nbsp; There was no immediate need for her to make use of her reflexes, so the mild tranquilizer she was consuming would likely not be a problem.&nbsp; He might become concerned if there was a chance that her consumption would affect his life expectancy but at this point if she wanted to drink alcohol, it was entirely up to her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Shaassa smiled at the Karkaradon and nodded. "I'm in the Y-Wing club too. Callsign is Fangs. They're not very creative, are they?", she chuckled before becoming quiet to listen to his explanation of the word he used. <br><br><em>"Oh, I see. I think I understand"</em>, she replied with enthusiasm. <em>"It's a mark of respect for someone you could eat but won't by choice, is that it? Interesting! We don't have a word like that. My kind has a much more... intimate relationship with nature. We are very selective on what we hunt and kill so as to help the forests thrive. At least that's what I was told. My family are from Shili, but I was raised on Coruscant, so I never got into that hunting thing, really. I still got my kind's senses, though"</em>, she added, pointing at her montrals.<br><br><em>"Do you drink?"</em>, she asked Fin as she picked up her glass to take another sip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>30-10-2019, 00:00:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shassaa Til,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"I picked my own call sign," Kaulo said.&nbsp; "It made sense."&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't seem to react to her enthusiasm but he did nod.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; It is difficult for meat to become Loa.&nbsp; It is easy for Loa to become meat."&nbsp; It wasn't meant as a threat but as a statement as to how the designation worked.&nbsp; It was hard to become an ally but easy to become an enemy.&nbsp; "It is good to hunt the weak.&nbsp; It keeps the schools strong.&nbsp; It makes us swim faster the next time."<br><br>Kaulo looked down at the glass in Shassaa's hand, his head turning slightly so he was looking at it with one eye and then the other.&nbsp; "I drink water," he answered after a moment.&nbsp; "I understand how some like to use mild tranquilizers to make things feel better but I do not like the way it makes me feel.&nbsp; The first time I tried it I drank too much and almost ate a technician because I did not remember that he was Loa."&nbsp; The deadpan delivery of the story made it all the more ridiculous.&nbsp; Whether the delivery was deliberate or the Karkarodan had no sense of humour was up for debate.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>02-11-2019, 03:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots. <br><hr><br>Shassaa chuckled at his retelling of the anecdote. <br><br><em>"I can see how that could be a problem"</em>, she replied with amusement. <em>"I have pretty good alcohol resistance. I put that on being a rich kid raised in a city with a HUGE nightlife. Plus this is fairly weak as far as alcoholic drinks go. But you're right that one should be as alert as possible when mission time comes. Especially since it will be my first flight mission in the alliance."</em><br><br>She smiled at him.<br><br><em>"I'll be ready and alert, don't you worry."</em>, she assured. <br><br>She looked around the lounge for a bit in order to observe the patrons and their demeanor before returning her attention to Kaulo. <br><br><em>"How do you think things are in this squadron? Have you been with them long?"</em>, she asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>03-11-2019, 00:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shassaa Til,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"I have been with this school for a while," Kaulo answered.&nbsp; "Almost a year.&nbsp; We did well in our last battle.&nbsp; None dead from the school and much meat left drifting.&nbsp; Y-Wings may be slower than TIE but TIE do no have shields.&nbsp; It was like many small meat trying to feast on us and&nbsp; dying whenever we moved."<br><br>He paused looking at Shassaa.&nbsp; "I think you will do well with us.&nbsp; You are a hunter, a devourer.&nbsp; I will fly with you.&nbsp; Teach too."&nbsp; He gestured to Lur, indicating that he was referring to another squadron mate, rather than offering to instruct her.&nbsp; "He worries about those who get damaged in the fighting.&nbsp; Wants them to land first.&nbsp; I told him it was better to land those in good condition first, in case they crashed and left others stranded.&nbsp; If there is time, this is good but when there are devourers near, the weakest must be sacrificed to save the strong.&nbsp; Just like the schools we hunt when the moon is full and the tides are in."<br><br>His manner of speech was unsurprising, full of references that called to his heritage as an aquatic being.&nbsp; They applied equally well to starship combat.&nbsp; His nature would give him a greater understanding of how to function in three dimensions than more terrestrial creatures.&nbsp; He spoke slowly.&nbsp; Many would take it to mean he had a slow wit but another predator would recognize it for what it was; conservation of energy for more important things.<br><br>"Fin!&nbsp; Catch!"<br><br>The bartender gave him scant warning as he threw a small creature that looked like a six legged rat towards Kaulo.&nbsp; Even so, it took only a slight movement to intercepted the offering and it disappeared into the Kakaradon's enormous maw.&nbsp; Kaulo chewed once and swallowed.&nbsp; "Good," he said, after a short pause.&nbsp; "You tell me when you have more."&nbsp; <br><br>Around the room, conversation had momentarily stopped.&nbsp; It resumed quickly enough.&nbsp; Kaulo's feeding habits were, by now, nothing new.&nbsp; That didn't mean they went without notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>05-11-2019, 01:34:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Fin, Shassaa<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Plotting and listening&nbsp; <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br>&nbsp;<br>He wasn’t sure if his plan had worked about trying to capture some data from the officer’s pad. He supposed he might get in trouble for trying something like that, but really, who was he going to tell anything to at this point? If they were hours away from the mission, com security would be tight, and even if he was siphoning off data to sell or turn over, which he wasn’t, how was he going to get it out?<br><br>His ears perked up, metaphorically (humans don’t do that, although he’d met some races that did) when he thought he heard his name. Fin was still talking to the newcomer, and one of his arms waved in his vague direction. Not wanting to intrude, and not completely sure of what he’d heard, Teach offered a halfhearted wave back from his perch at the bar. If he didn’t learn something useful soon, he was going to go back to his bunk and get some rest before the mission.&nbsp; Watching Fin eat did nothing to make him want to stay longer. Different strokes, etc, but that took some getting used to. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-11-2019, 02:01:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/d/db/Clawdite_Shapeshifter_AoN.png/revision/latest?cb=20190428225058)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Bar Tledg Zlaan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Closed.<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Nope, nope, nope, nyet, nien, niente<br><br><br>It seemed Lur Galvan didn't want to talk to her. So Bar turned about and headed back out of the room and headed off back to her rack to lay out and study the history of the ship and of the navy of that period some more before they were due to embark on the shuttle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-11-2019, 06:32:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hjRpGNg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kain Staylar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room &gt; Workbench <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Kain had found his usual spot in the briefing room, his feet propped up as he finished off his Bantha Platter and Blue Milk. "Careful, boss," he'd spoken up after gulping down the last of his milk. "They might already know. Just haven't made a move yet. <br><br>You'd be surprised how many mouths get a say on what gets done as long as Vader and the Emperor don't give too much of a womprat's ass about it. And the Frontier doesn't have enough Holocron's to satisfy their twisted little curiosities." Kain, having once been an <em>Imp</em> himself(however unwilling), knew how sneaky the Juggernaut calling itself a galactic empire could be. Overwhelming might didn't mean you did away with the sneakiness and underhanded tactics. It just meant you had enough manpower to cover it up most of the time with shows of force elsewhere.<br><br>&nbsp;He had no solid questions, as he was confident their ragtag little band of rebels could handle it. So when the meeting adjourned, he took his tray and cup to the sink, then headed to a workbench to run a diagnostic on himself. He wanted to be in top shape for the op and make sure all his systems were green. Even after all this time, it felt weird to attach himself to a computer. But after running several scans, he confirmed that everything was 100%, so the only thing left was to check his ship and his guns. So he went to do just that. <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 07:51:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, Lur, Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red denim (fit cut), khaki jacket and black shirt, black combat boots. <br><hr><br>Shassaa couldn't stop herself from jerking backwards slightly as Kaul caught the creature his massive jaw before chuckling. <br><br><em>"Okay, I wasn't expecting that"</em>, she admitted. <em>"Do you always eat that way? That looks... messy."</em><br><br>She waved back to Lur, before replying to the Kakaradon. <em>"Well, a squadron isn't a school of fish. We don't leave the sick and injured behind to be eaten by the bigger fish behind. We're better than that. We protect one another. We help one another. We are stronger that way. Not to mention that a school is hundreds of fishes strong. How many is a squadron? 10? 20? We can't afford to lose anyone."</em><br><br>She smiled at Kaulo. <em>"At least that's what I was taught, and I kind of like this way of doing things better, no offense."</em><br><br>Shassaa had no intention to be insensitive to an alien culture, but if she was going to fly with Kaulo, she needed to know that he would have her back, not leave her to be shot down so he can get to his next "prey". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>09-11-2019, 22:08:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Mission briefing<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shassaa Til,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"Live meat is best," Kaulo answered.&nbsp; "Raw is next.&nbsp; I would eat spoiled meat before I will eat cooked.&nbsp; Hunting is better than being fed but in places like this, hunting is not always possible.&nbsp; Just like saving the weakest is not always possible.&nbsp; Sometimes we must abandon one to save ten or twenty.&nbsp; That does not mean we forget them.&nbsp; We remember and when we get the chance, we remind the devourers that we too have teeth and a school, or squadron, of twenty small ships can make a large ship founder.&nbsp; We must pick our time but we will make them regret devouring the Loa."<br><br>Kaulo turned to look at Shassaa.&nbsp; "Life teaches lessons that teachers cannot.&nbsp; We must each decide which lessons to live our lives by, because often they disagree. Life could not teach me to fly a starfighter.&nbsp; A teacher could not teach me about Loa.&nbsp; That is something I needed to learn on my own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-11-2019, 21:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KNCZEiv.png?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Captain In'Virva Jaxtona<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard</em> Bridge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: Issuing orders<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr>The hours went by, for some heavily engaged in the mission preparation the time passed far too fast, with not enough minutes to get in the last scrap of work before launch time.&nbsp; For others time seemed to drag on as it did, the final minutes before launch always the longest.&nbsp; Either far too soon or about time, depending on one's point of view the order was given to prepare for flight operations.&nbsp; This was one of the rare times on board the <em>Vanguard</em> when there was actual time to do a proper carrier launch.&nbsp; All to often in their line of work it was a mad scramble with Headhunters and Y-Wings needed out in the void of space five minutes ago.&nbsp; This time was not the case and everyone had time to go through their full checklists, and to get every fighter ready for launch.<br><br>(https://media.moddb.com/images/downloads/1/97/96893/QF2.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/46/e0/9346e0b558defa7d833e0176d23c0d4f.jpg)<br><br>There was a shudder everyone could feel even in their cockpits as the <em>Vanguard</em> transitioned from hyperspace to real space.&nbsp; Seconds afterwards the order came over everyone's communications <strong><em>"Grey Squadron, this is </em>Vanguard<em> Actual, you are cleared to launch."</em></strong>.&nbsp; With the order, it was like fire erupted from the underside of the <em>Vanguard</em> as Headhunters and Y-Wing's alike blazed through the containment fields and and flew away to the way points fed into everyone's navigation or astromech droids.<br><br>About ten kilometers away was the stiletto shape hull of the <em>Final Frontier</em>.&nbsp; On everyone's targeting computers it was broadcasting a Republic IFF and flagged as a neutral target at the moment.&nbsp; Nothing else was bout the area as far as long range sensors could see.&nbsp; The order was given to go active sensors to confirm as standard operations for the Alliance was to stay passive unless in active combat situations.&nbsp; Active sensors tied into the network feed which was linked to the <em>Vanguard</em> confirmed there were no hostile targets in the area.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>15-11-2019, 22:12:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room, bunk, tech storage, cantina/lounge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No One In Particular<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Captain Jaxtona<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Getting Ready&nbsp; <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br>&nbsp;<br>Lur could be very focused sometimes, and he’d be horribly embarrassed later to learn he accidentally snubbed someone. He rushed off to finish up his preparations for the mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had all his pads filled with the best slicing programs he could come up with for both the current era and the time when the Final Frontier had vanished. <br><br>When he finished with his computer work, he turned his attention to his fighter. The old Z-95 was battered, but everything was working as far as he could tell. He heard the captain’s warning and the sensor update about a lack of hostiles. That was some rare good news. “Teach, launching,” he reported in. He was ready to go see what the mystery ship held for them. Hopefully, they’d find something to fight the Empire with. Or a lot of somethings. For now, he hit the throttle and took off, marveling at the look of the old ship.&nbsp; Whatever else it was, the Frontier was an impressive piece of classic engineering. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>15-11-2019, 23:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Lur<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><em>"Fin launching."</em><br><br>The techs had done what they could but they were not miracle workers and the Y-Wing had suffered considerable damage in the previous battle.&nbsp; His shields were at full strength but many of the lights that should have been green were yellow instead.&nbsp; Still, one had to give the techs credit; none of the lights were red.&nbsp; He was missing one of his guns and his hyperdrive had been described to him as 'unreliable'.&nbsp; The fighter-bomber's condition had been rated adequate for the task of getting him to the Final Frontier and back again.&nbsp; No guarantee was given as to how the ship would perform in combat.<br><br>Tucked into the cramped cockpit with him were Kaulo's weapons.&nbsp; He carried two razor edged short clubs.&nbsp; Centuries ago they had been edged with the wielder's own teeth.&nbsp; Now they were made with metal or ceramic blades in place of the teeth.&nbsp; They were called <em>Biters</em>, as much out of respect for the earlier design as from a lack of need to rename them.&nbsp; Somewhere there was also a large blaster, a DT-12.&nbsp; Kaulo couldn't remember having fired it at anything living.&nbsp; He carried it because he'd been told to carry a blaster and it was the first one he'd come across that would accommodate his large fingers.&nbsp; Whatever they found on the ship, he was ready for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>18-11-2019, 07:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar, Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Flight suit and adapted helmet<br><br>The time to launch was upon them Shaassa had spent an hour making sure everything was in order with her new ship, which was probably more than it required. The ship had seen some use, but it was otherwise in good order. She walked around and underneath the Y-Wing, grabbing and shaking parts to check that they were properly attached and rubbing the underbelly of its hull as she walked underneath it. Satisfied, she climbed the ladder and settled down into the pilot's seat, fastening her seatbelt around her before completing her final checklist, shared between herself and the astromech that was assigned to her. After a lengthy exchanged with the droid - it's beeps and boops translated for her on a screen on the ship's control panel - , the ship was ready to launch.<br><br>Shaasa bit her lip and cracked her knuckles. She wouldn't admit to being nervous to her new teammates, but it was still her fist mission in the Grey Squadron, and she had the double concern of not getting blown out of the sky and actually performing her part of the mission. <br><br>Behind her seat, a blaster carbine as well as her DL-44 in its holster were stashed in the equipment box. She would need those once they landed. She wasn't exactly a soldier - that was never a focus of her training, but the Rebellion didn't have the luxury of having highly specialized personnel, and she knew she would have to pull her weight (light as it was) in the boarding action as well, something she was not looking forward to nearly as much as flying with her comrades. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310769.msg15163578#msg15163578">Quote from: BlackStone on 12-11-2019, 21:34:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong><em>"Grey Squadron, this is </em>Vanguard<em> Actual, you are cleared to launch."</em></strong>.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Shassaa had to force herself to take a deep breath when the order to launch came, as her nerves had briefly gotten the better of her but as soon as it was her turn to launch, what amounted to stage fright disappeared and she punched the required commands into her control panel, causing the Y-Wing to lift itself from the hangar floor, turn, then hover towards the vacuum of space as the landing gear retraced into the hull of her ship. Soon, she crossed the containment field keeping the hangar pressurized and at last, as she thought, she was in space. <br><br>She made no effort to repress a smile when the blackness and stars surrounded her, but she quickly regained her focus to keep her starfighter in formation with her squadron as they flew towards their objective. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 02:54:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/KNCZEiv.png?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Captain In'Virva Jaxtona<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Vanguard</em> Bridge<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: Issuing orders<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr>As with many operations ongoing with the Alliance there was always the sense of the other shoe dropping.&nbsp; If the Empire was going to arrive, it would be right now.&nbsp; The distance between the boarding team and the <em>Final Frontier</em> became almost a clock, and each passing second seemed to have more weight to it as the anticipation continued to build.&nbsp; Still each tick of the chronometer still told the same story with the <em>Final Frontier</em>.&nbsp; There was no change in velocity, no change in course, no response to at all to the incoming fighters, and no sign anything else was present other than Grey Squadron and the <em>Vanguard</em>.<br><br>Several minutes in, the voice of Captain Jaxtona came through the primary communication channel.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em>"All ships, this is </em>Vanguard<em> Actual.&nbsp; No response to any hails to the </em>Final Frontier<em>.&nbsp; We are reading power on board so she is not a dead ship.&nbsp; We are not sure what you will find on board.&nbsp; Exercise caution and keep us update.&nbsp; Beta and Gamma Flights are free to start boarding operations.&nbsp; May the Force with you and good luck."</em></strong><br><br>It would soon become clear to the boarding teams the reports of power was correct.&nbsp; At least the containment shields for the launch bays were operational, reducing one possible complication of the boarding action.&nbsp; They launch bays were not too different than what was found on board of the <em>Vanguard</em>, which was not surprising considering the <em>Vanguard</em> had even greater operational capacity than a <em>Victory</em> class Star Destroyer.&nbsp; As the team moved to land, the bays were near empty.&nbsp; It was not surprising since the purpose of the first space trials was the proof of concept of hyper-drive, mobility, and subspace engines, not for small ship operations.&nbsp; Still one might had thought there would be some presence on board.&nbsp; Where were some of the shuttle craft which should had been present?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-11-2019, 05:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hjRpGNg.jpg)(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3eJKNgF7LrCgR7NLE7kwUyCelWosDySp05S1D5piF0x2m6ith&amp;s)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kain Staylar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room &gt; Workbench <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> After giving his Z-95 all the TLC she could handle, Kain went about the rest of his prep. He himself was in full working order, and now his ship, so that left a bit of weapon maintenance followed by memorizing the layout for a fourth time. He carried twin LL-30 blasters on his hip, and had his Amban phase-pulse blaster compacted and mag-locked to his back.<br><br>&nbsp;Finally, he kept a vibroknife in his chest sheathe and his beskad blade sat cleanly on his side, ready to be strapped on once they departed. It might have seemed like overkill, but he was a Mandalorian...this was light work. Unlike the Empire, the Rebellion was a group of individuals, not a billion pawns working as one singular unit. So that meant variety and diversity out the exhaust port.<br><br>&nbsp;He himself for example didn't have a flight suit or helmet. Instead, he had his Mando'a Armor, the set he'd killed several troopers and one very frightened Captain to get back after his defection. The helmet had multiple sensors, was vacuum sealed and more. And the armor was similar. His people had always flown this way, and would always continue to. <br><br>When the call came to head out, he was one of the first to his Headhunter, using his enhanced leg strength to jump directly up onto the canopy and drop in neatly. Without even a thought, his fingers started tapping buttons and flipping switches. Then, he plugged himself into the system and his astromech. It was always a trip, but it gave him an edge in dogfights when there was no lag between input and execution.<br><br>&nbsp;"Okay X5, let's get this party started," he said to his droid, who beeped and trilled in response. He sure was glad he'd learned droid back in the day. "Teach, take us out," he spoke over the comms after they were given the green light to launch. He was third up, and after engaging his throttle, he spoke up. "Wraith, launching." His engines flared to life, blasting plasma and roaring loudly. And then, once he'd launched into the void of space, it was nothing but stillness and silence. He lined up with Teach, Fin, and Shassaa, making their flight shape solid as they waited for the others.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>22-11-2019, 19:16:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Two Y-wings, two Z-95 Headhunters.&nbsp; A solid formation.&nbsp; Teeth and a thick skin.&nbsp; They would deal with whatever came to them, one way or another.&nbsp; Kaulo watched as one of his control fins detached and spun off into space.&nbsp; The techs had only been able to do so much to his battered ship in the time they had.&nbsp; <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">It wasn't their fault.</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306138.msg15174583#msg15174583 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306138.msg15174583#msg15174583)</div></div><br><br>"This is Fin.&nbsp; I hope this trip won't be too long.&nbsp; The good news is that we will be able to find our way home without instruments.&nbsp; The bad news is because we'll be able to follow the trail pieces that are falling off my ship."&nbsp; For Kaulo to joke was rare but it was typically dark when he did.&nbsp; "I have lost a lateral control fin.&nbsp; If we do face combat, my turns to starboard will be wider than my turns to port.&nbsp; Adjust your tactics accordingly.&nbsp; I do not consider myself compromised at this time and will be continuing with the mission."<br><br>He guided his Y-wing through the containment shields slowly enough that the missing fin wouldn't overly compromise his maneuvering in the atmosphere inside the <em>Final Frontier</em>.&nbsp; A quick scan of his instruments showed no life signs in the landing bay and precious little in the way of machinery.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sensors show a good atmosphere," he reported.&nbsp; "I am cracking my cockpit now."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>26-11-2019, 08:05:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar, Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Flight suit and adapted helmet<br><br>Shassaa listened to the Vanguard chatter on her fighter's comm and nodded to herself in confirmation.&nbsp; She kept her flight steady and followed her Wing to the silent ship ahead of them. She lifted an eyebrow upon hearing Kaulo's voice regarding his fighter's condition and took a mental note to keep her distance so as to not be hit by loose parts.<br><br>As the Vanguard had announced, the Final Frontier was quiet and did not react to their approach. Shassaa followed the ships ahead of her into the seemingly lifeless ship's belly and landed her fighter into the hangar bay. Before opening her cockpit, she picked up the DL-44 holster and tied it to her hip, then picked up the carbine and popped the cockpit open. <br><br><em>"R9, you stay with the ship and keep her warm in case we have to bolt in a hurry."</em>, she ordered the astromech, who answered with a few Binary chirps, before climbing down the ladder that extended down from the side of the ship, just below the cockpit. <br><br>Leaving the ship behind her, she walked to join the rest of the landing party and waited for further instructions, checking her carbine's power cell level as she waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>01-12-2019, 21:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/30/f0/4a/30f04a7e29bd09697ab1930b72fc5dd4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Decius Wex<br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Final Frontier</em> Main Hanger<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><hr><br>The operation was textbook as far as anyone could tell.&nbsp; No opposition, but then again, no people.&nbsp; The <em>Final Frontier</em> had a full crew compliment, and while the ship was not as automated as the ill fated <em>Katana</em> fleet, it was more so than the <em>Victory</em> class.&nbsp; The crew footprint was smaller, but there was a footprint.&nbsp; The ship had been hailed on all known Old Republic frequencies with no response.&nbsp; Grey Squadron and the accompanying engineering team landed into a deserted hanger bay.&nbsp; Where were the people who had sailed with the <em>Final Frontier</em>?<br><br>The Gamma assault shuttled landed and within moments the boarding ramp came down and the team of engineers started to move and offload equipment.&nbsp; Among the first of the engineers to exit was their commander, Decius.&nbsp; He gave a quick look about to get his bearings before his voice came over Grey squadron's comms.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Well they did not exactly roll out the welcome mat for us.&nbsp; First objective is to secure launch bay control.&nbsp; From there we can interface into the ship's command and control systems and give us a better idea what is going on here.&nbsp; Any other suggestions before we get cracking?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 04:25:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay, Final Frontier<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Any/Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Go, go, go&nbsp; <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lur was thrilled to be on the fabled ship. He’d been researching it since the mission was revealed, and was impressed with everything they’d done with this (for its time) new and experimental vessel. His Z-95 had landed without incident, another easy jaunt for a ship that, arguably, should be in the Military Museum in the Tapani Sector. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A quick look around showed the squadron was safe, and the support teams were starting in their various jobs. His fingers itched to be slicing the databanks, finding out everything he could about what had happened to this ship. He nodded at Wex’s question.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you let me, I can take control of the systems for the bay here. Security, life support, doors, etc. If we get our entry secured, we can get a floorplan, database updates, see what we can find out about the ship’s condition, what’s going on, and maybe where it’s been. Wouldn’t want to wander past a bulkhead and find out the next section was vented to hard vacuum.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>04-12-2019, 21:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar, Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Flight suit and adapted helmet<br><br>Shassaa looked around the hangar as the commander spoke. He was correct, there was no movement - even her acute Togruta senses, helped by the special organs in her montrals that allowed her to detect movements and changes in the air - could find nothing. <br><br>She briefly rose her hand to speak but didn't wait for the commander's permission to do so. <br><br>"I can look into the navicomputer's logs if we make it to the bridge or engineering. Maybe I can find out where this ship came from and where it's going. Or even plot a new course."<br><br>"Sir.", she added, repairing her own omission.<br><br>She wasn't certain how much the Rebel Alliance cared about military protocol, but she wasn't going to take the chance on her first mission. She had to make a good first impression. In her mind, at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-12-2019, 01:21:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hjRpGNg.jpg)(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3eJKNgF7LrCgR7NLE7kwUyCelWosDySp05S1D5piF0x2m6ith&amp;s)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kain Staylar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room &gt; Workbench <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "And <em>that</em>, is why we make sure we charge the tractors before each mission, my large, friend," came Kain's response to Kaulo's joke. The big guy wasn't pretty straight-laced, so when he made a funny, Kain could help going along with it. "Understood. If we get into a dogfight, I'll draw fire and line em' up for you to take em' out." A simple strategy, but easily adaptable, which was something the stringent Empire frowned heavily against. <br><br>Another reason he left. Individualism was practically non-existant, and he was no cog in the machine. After passing through the ray shields, Kain laned with his blaster cannons facing inward toward the hangar, in case they had to shoot anything on the way out. Popping his canopy, he jumped out and flipped over to land gracefully on the smooth deck. Everyone else had landed in good condition, so only one hand was propped near a blaster. He wasn't on edge, but he was always prepared. <br><br>Decius' voice crackled into his helmet's comms after he and his team unloaded and started checking off their lists. "Everyone do what you're best at. We need every scrap of data we can pull, so turn this place inside out. Take over it's entire operating system...let's bring the rest of the fleet a little gift." While he had skills in most areas, his primary focus was death-dealing...and when it wasn't that, it was simply excelling in any sort of active mission situation.<br><br>&nbsp;Primarily combat...he loved combat. " This hangar is home base for the duration of this mission, people. While you all get started, I'm gonna do recon. Get us some map data and see just what's left behind on the ghost ship. Decius, Teach. Either of you get a chance, could you get control of all or at least most of the doors on board? It's gonna be a wompa's ass to slice each one as I find it. Shassaa," he said with a turn to glance at the new member of their little family. "I'll keep you company on the way. Whether we find engineering or the bridge first, I'll watch your six while you splice in."<br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>07-12-2019, 01:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Kaulo found a place by the main entry to the hangar bay.&nbsp; He was here for one purpose and it had little to do with computers.&nbsp; He was here to protect them, placing his body between the Loa anyone trying to injure them.&nbsp; Combat was something his body was designed for.&nbsp; His thick skin would slough off most blows and some weak blaster bolts.&nbsp; The dense flesh beneath would absorb most impacts.&nbsp; Muscles designed to propel him at enormous speed through a medium 88 times more dense than air would drive him forward as an irresistable force.<br><br>Assuming there was anything to fight on the ship.<br><br>The life support system was still working, which meant that there might still be someone on the ship.&nbsp; He would remain by the door, virtually immobile, waiting with a predator's patience for something to stray into his kill zone.&nbsp; But then the crew of the Final Frontier was not necessarily meat.&nbsp; They might be Loa.&nbsp; He'd need to treat them as such until he knew for certain.&nbsp; Once he knew, the Biters would taste flesh.&nbsp; Until then, he would have to be content with the stun setting on his DT-12 blaster.<br><br>"Main hangar access secure," he said.&nbsp; "Let me know if I am needed elsewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>21-12-2019, 04:55:49</strong>
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				There was no opposition as the team moved towards the first objective, the main hanger bay control room.&nbsp; The blast doors were under basic security lock down, but Lur was up to the task to bypass them.&nbsp; Once in the control room, things were a bit more complex.&nbsp; The <em>Final Frontier</em> was far from standard and the minutes started to tick by as Lur did his best to get into the system.&nbsp; ICE program after ICE as well as other slicer tools and tricks of the trade.&nbsp; Working with an astromech droid they were finally able to crack the system and gain the access needed, gaining them layouts to the ship as well as current life form count and positions.<br><br>One of the first things which was odd was the dispersal of all of the lifeforms.&nbsp; They were either concentrated near the main bridge or engineering.&nbsp; The other odd bit of data was all of the alien life forms were in engineering, and the humans were almost all located about the main bridge and CIC.&nbsp; All save for what looked to be four of them who were working their way through the ship and were about five minutes away from reaching the main hanger area.&nbsp; Sensors also reported this team of four humans was armed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 03:09:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T646hbe.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Shassaa Til<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar, Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Flight suit and adapted helmet<br><br>Shassaa's barren eyebrows arched downward slightly as she contemplated the information that Lur's access to the ship's computer system had revealed. The two most critical locations in the ship seemed to be heavily guarded and she wasn't too keen on participating in a full-fledged battle. This wasn't her specialty.<br><br>Still, the Togruta knew there was a job that needed doing and she kept her reservations to herself.<br><br>"So, Bridge or Engineering first?", she asked for the group at large. <br><br>As the ship could likely be controlled in both locations but easily sabotaged from engineering, Shassas's own thoughts were leaning towards engineering, however, she was new to the group and preferred to hear her new companions thoughts before speaking out her own. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 06:49:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/00/6c/77006c801d8ffa0356acf74b0b007aae.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lur Galvan<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar Bay, Final Frontier<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shassaa/Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:&nbsp; <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This was looking more and more like a straight up fight. In other words, a job for the Army. Lur was a pilot and a slicer, not a soldier. But they didn’t exactly seem to have a lot of choices. He studied the readouts he’d gotten again, and did his best to think it through logically. “So far, we don’t know we’re going to have to fight anyone. I’m not sure what the clusters mean. Maybe the crew split up for some reason? Factionalized or something? As long as this ship’s been missing, damn near anything could have happened.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All that said, he had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to be as peaceful as he’d have preferred. “From the bridge, we can run the ship. From Engineering, we can do that and a lot more, like take over gravity and life support, among other things. Just to be safe, I’d say we go see what’s going on down in Engineering. If things get nasty, they’re not going to vent to vacuum if we’re standing next to them.” At least, that’s what he hoped. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While he waited for the others to speak up, he checked his Pad connections, kept probing the computer core, and surreptitiously checked the seating of his blaster in its holster. Lur was no speed-draw artist, and not the best marksman either, but he wasn’t going to die from something as stupid as his weapon getting caught up when he tried to pull it.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Chapt 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>07-01-2020, 03:55:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kaulo Ma<br><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All,&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Kaulo waited at the door, on guard.&nbsp; The landing bay control room was well in hand.&nbsp; He had no idea that there were four armed humans approaching; he was nowhere near the sensor read-outs that would convey this information.&nbsp; He would react, of course, when the door opened but it would be with an explosion of violence as he reacted on pure instinct.&nbsp; If he'd had any warning, he might have tried for a less lethal response.&nbsp; He'd certainly been told that they wanted prisoners if there was any way to take them but if his life was threatened, he would end those who sought his life.
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