Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue
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				Title: <strong>Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>24-06-2019, 02:48:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/958/658/large/luca-costa-sc029b.jpg?1467760513)</div> Secrecy is the ally of the Alliance, and for them to cultivate it they had to become very inventive at hiding less a squadron or so of Imperial Star Destroyers appear and wipe what had become the burning toarch of hope for the galaxy out of existence.&nbsp; Thus it should come as no surprise to anyone how the Alliance to Restore the Galactic Republic might have started in the core and mid-rim worlds, it is the outer rim in which the Alliance has based a number of their forces, scattered about what is the largest region of near unexplored space still part of the Empire.&nbsp; Planets such as Dantoonie and habitable moons like Yavin IV are among the cornerstones for the Alliance at the moment, serving to coordinate the numerous operations spread across the vast distance of the galaxy.<br><br>One such operation was taking place on the planet of D'Qar, a relatively new discovery and the only civilization present were dots of refuges, people fleeing the Empire and attempting to regain some semblance of life.&nbsp; It was the current location of the Alliance ships <em>Aspiration</em> and <em>Vanguard</em>, engaged in training exercises for the next Alliance operation upon the planet Theed, home world of the Emperor.&nbsp; The current rumor through the few Gungan resistance cells upon the planet of the survival of Decius Amadala, nephew to former Senator Amadala and thus of great propaganda support to the Alliance, as well as one of the key steps in throwing out the Imperial occupation of the planet.&nbsp; <br><br>Such grand plans are for future, as first the Alliance needs to verify the rumor, and in doing so, set up an extraction.&nbsp; Thus the need for the training exercises as Black and Grey Squadrons run through close air support scenarios while the 401st Commando Company runs through its own mock up run through to secure the target objectives.&nbsp; It had been a grueling three days, but the training was winding down.&nbsp; They could not take too much time less the rumor reach the Moff's ear, thus making their task all the more difficult.&nbsp; Grey Squadron had landed no more than an hour past, and thus was enjoying a rare bit of down time as preparations were made to return back to the <em>Vanguard</em>.<br><br><hr>Tagging header for character posts<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 - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>24-06-2019, 03:31:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BZ5cqLf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jan Dar Jokimba<br><strong>Location:</strong> D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> no one yet<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br>Jan Dar let out another sigh, the fourth in half as many minutes. Gray squadron had finally had a moment of rest since they’d begun all their drilling and training for the up coming mission, and already he was out of corellian brandy! He hadn’t had much left and had finished it quickly. And he just knew if he asked the captain where he could get more he’d get the usual answer of ‘the Alliance isn’t made of credits’. Didn’t they have a princess or something?! Surely she had the credits to spare, you know, for troop moral or something. But, Jan Dar was not so lucky, so he spun the empty bottle on the table before him and sighed heavily yet again.<br><br>He honestly didn’t know why he had to drill so hard for this mission. Sure the squad would need to work together if things went south, but this was Naboo they were talking about! His home freakin’ planet! If he couldn’t infiltrate it and get them safely planet side he might as well retire now. This was one of the extremely rare missions where he could be out in the open as a gungan and not garner suspicion. If all went well they wouldn’t need any of the fancy flying they’d been drilling, simply get in, nab the target, and get out. Easy peasy! At least that was what Jan Dar thought, but he had yet to be promoted above executive officer so he didn’t get to make a lot of calls. And that was another thing! Why was some kid still wet behind the lekku the lieutenant for their squad? Did his prior service in the clone wars count for nothing?! Apparently not. So, here sat the valedictorian of Theed Academy, clone war veteran, and master of over 30 languages; bone tired, frustrated, and dejectedly spinning an empty bottle of brandy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 19:35:15</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jan Dar (open)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>It had been hard to name Jan Dar as loa; he smelled so much like food.&nbsp; Kaulo had eventually managed but it had been hard.&nbsp; Mostly he had done it by avoiding the Gungan.&nbsp; Now his curiosity compelled him to get closer.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood by the table watching the bottle spin.&nbsp; He could see no point in what the Jan Dar was doing.&nbsp; Much he had seen had only made sense after it had been explained.&nbsp; So, in order to explain, he needed to ask.<br><br>"The bottle.&nbsp; Why do you spin it?"<br><br>Direct and to the point.&nbsp; That was Kaulo.&nbsp; His voice sounded like it came from the bottom of the ocean,&nbsp; a low rumble that did not need volume to carry far.&nbsp; He looked at Jan Dar with alternating eyes.&nbsp; It made him look like he was scanning the table for scraps of meat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-06-2019, 22:54:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Pixeluna-Sexy-Cyberpunk.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tania "Spank" Sandford<br><strong>Location:</strong> Canteen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br>"Gah! Are you kidding me, are they really going to gloss over that splendid exploit without even mentioning it?!"<br><br>Tania, nicknamed Spank, sat at a table in the mostly empty canteen while talking to herself. Most people had to wind down after a mission, even for training, but Tania never found the need to relax for long. Right now she was sitting at an otherwise empty table, but food wasn't really on her mind. In front of her was a small communicator which could also serve as a broadcast device. On it was streaming the latest news from the core worlds, including events that had disrupted the 'public order', or more precisely things that caused trouble for the Empire.<br><br>But Tania wasn't so much concerned about the disruptions that the news anchor was enumerating, she had another reason to be excited about the news. Just a few weeks back, she stirred up a bit of illicit activities on an imperial world where she used her charms to get into a restricted area, then had her droid reprogram the planetary broadcast system to display rebel propaganda messages. It wasn't strictly an authorized rebel mission, but the opportunity came knocking and she took advantage of it. Plus, it was a very public demonstration of her skills, so she was particularly happy to do it. Unfortunately, the event had been suppressed and there was nothing in the news about it. The anchor only briefly mentioned technical difficulties.<br><br>Dejected, Tania slapped the device down on the table, turning it off, then let out a deep sigh.<br><br>"Damnit.. what's the point of doing this stuff if our names don't even get mentioned a few sectors away..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 00:24:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BZ5cqLf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jan Dar Jokimba<br><strong>Location:</strong> D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Kaulo <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br>As Jan Dar sat wallowing in his self pity a large imposing figure blocked out the light from the planet’s star. It was the karkarodon, great. The hulking being was considered sentient, though Jan Dar wasn’t all that sure of its actual intelligence, and often the man asked rather strange or obvious questions as if he had the mind of a child. Letting out another deep sigh Jan Dar continued staring at and spinning his bottle. He didn’t bother to look at Kaulo but he did respond. <strong>”Because I’m hoping to refill it with sheer force of will alone. Barring that I may try whining and pleading...”</strong> the gungan deadpanned. He then spun the bottle again and gave it good hard glare. As nothing happened Jan Dar slumped back in his seat and finally graced the behomiith before him with a glance and a look of annoyance.<strong>”And when all of this inevitably fails I will be left exactly where I was before beginning this little ritual. Tired, dry as the sands of a desert planet, and without enough credits to rectify my sorry situation.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 00:52:10</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jan Dar (open)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"If failure is inevitable, why waste the time?"&nbsp; Kaulo asked, having completely missed Jan Dar's sarcasm.&nbsp; "For that matter, why pay to drink at all?&nbsp; Did some meat start rationing water?"<br><br>'Meat'.&nbsp; It was what Kaulo always called those he considered enemies.&nbsp; Someone who was denying him water would certainly be an enemy.&nbsp; The fact that Jan Dar was not looking for water to drink was also escaping him, like so many things did.<br><br>Jan Dar's assessment of Kaulo was likely shared by many.&nbsp; Huge, lumbering and with little understanding of social culture, many wondered why the former Imperial had changed sides and if he could be trusted.&nbsp; He'd been asked, of course and those who suspected that he was too dim to be capable of lying seemed content with his explanation that there would be more fighting as a rebel then there had been as an Imperial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Masked Insanity</strong> on <strong>27-06-2019, 05:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/6cd9a3fe-047c-4fe7-9fc6-ce116660bd6b/d9kabg9-90980c6d-95aa-4f35-b5e6-78fc2246ad7c.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_576,q_80,strp/commission___twi_lek_mechanic_by_ronindude_d9kabg9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NTc2IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNmNkOWEzZmUtMDQ3Yy00ZmU3LTlmYzYtY2UxMTY2NjBiZDZiXC9kOWthYmc5LTkwOTgwYzZkLTk1YWEtNGYzNS1iNWU2LTc4ZmMyMjQ2YWQ3Yy5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.qTfHw_-hlr38yVI5COFpcwnJpphebu1LieHFMmTDhZs)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>S'kani Voorma<br><strong>Location:</strong>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only):</strong> -<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> -<br><br>S'Kani observed the banter from one of the side tables. She remained silent, just wanted to see the squadron interact outside of the confines of a simulated engagement. There was so much to be considered - a conflict from outside the battlefield could easily get transferred into the cockpit. They were all professionals, but the risk never quite disappeared - they were all sentients, after all.<br><br>Kaulo, for example, was an excellent asset to the squadron. Yet he never bothered to really engage with wider galactic culture. Many of his idioms were rooted deeply in his homeworld and peculiar biology. She sympathized, but even among the supposedly egalitarian and welcoming alliance, there were bound to be some put-off. <br><br>She idly righted her Lekku, and continued to nurse the small cup of caf. There was a problem with the gain on one of the Z95s, something was blocking the reactor power from spiking "properly" when pushed into the red one. Either the factory-installed limiter hadn't been properly removed, or else the reactor itself was going into safety too early... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>28-06-2019, 14:42:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BZ5cqLf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jan Dar Jokimba<br><strong>Location:</strong> D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Kaulo <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br>Jan Dar just stared at Kaulo for a moment, realizing his brand of charm was completely wasted on the karakarodon. <strong>”No, that’s not what I...”</strong> Jan Dar was at a loss for words, so he adopted a very familiar gesture that those in his squadron were getting to know quite well. The gungan sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation and frustration. Why was he destined to work with such simpletons? The clones had been bad enough with their one track minds, but at least they had a mind! <br><br><strong>”Look... I will try and be blunt with you. Amphibian to amphibian. I do not need water. What I need is BOOZE!”</strong> He put extra emphasis on the last word hoping it would get through the man’s thick skull. <strong>”Alcohol, something to take the edge off and relax. We have a harrowing mission ahead of us and I’d like to not be so tense when we have to start. But as our little rebellion seems to barely have the credits to keep itself minimally operating I have no credits, so I cannot purchase the water of life I so very much need.”</strong> Under his breath Jan Dar included, <strong>”Especially if I have to keep dealing with you...”</strong> he then continued for Kaulo to hear, <strong>”So, unless you have any way to rectify my sorry situation I will ask you to kindly leave me to my wallowing in self pity.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>28-06-2019, 18:03:06</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jan Dar (open)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Kaulo lumbered away, showing no indication that he was offended by the Gungan's words.&nbsp; Then again, with him it was hard to tell.&nbsp; Karakarodon's facial expressions weren't the easiest to read.&nbsp; He returned a moment later and set a half full bottle of an amber coloured liquid on the table in front of Jan Dar.&nbsp; "Don't over do it.&nbsp; Alcohol is a tranquilizer and tranquilized muscles make you easier to catch.&nbsp; Self pity has no purpose and would make it hard to enjoy your wallowing.&nbsp; May your meat stay in the shallows and your devourers in the deep."<br><br>It was probably the karkarodon way of saying 'good luck'.&nbsp; The bottle's label was half torn of but what was left indicated that it was cheap Corellian whisky.&nbsp; Given the situation, the whole base was likely down to the dregs of their supply of luxury goods.&nbsp; Where Kaulo had found the bottle or how much he'd paid for it was anyone's guess.&nbsp; Right now it was sitting on Jan Dar's table and would likely quickly make him <em>very</em> popular.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>30-06-2019, 01:50:04</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> D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> S'kani <br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar, Kaulo<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Cas had run through his checks on the Y wing and secured the bomber, his armament inside it was looked over before he had made his way out onto the landing pad.&nbsp; His dark eyes looked over the two of his squadron talking as liquor was handed over and then towards S'kani who seemed to be watching them idly.&nbsp; Moving towards her he would pull the bottle from his hip as he uncapped it and began to drink the hydro.&nbsp; "Not nice to stare Lieutenant."&nbsp; He said softly but he showed less of a smile about it, then again there had to be a slight bit of jest there.&nbsp; Moving to grab hold of a chair he would sit as he shifted his gunbelt and would deposit the bottle back on his hip.&nbsp; "People watching or working out another problem?"&nbsp; Asking her as he could smell the richness of the caf as the slight breeze blew over the pad.&nbsp; <br><br>He had tried to extend himself more into things, his rank was earned more from his ground operations than his flying to be sure and sometimes it certainly showed in space.&nbsp; His own suggestions had gotten him sour looks because of his mind for tactics not being the most friendly.&nbsp; "I think drills went well enough, but the real thing is always different isn't' it?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>30-06-2019, 03:29:58</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> D'Qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Tani, Jar Dar, Kalo, anyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Harsh Language<br><hr>One of the Gamma six assault shuttles was coming into the temporary base, and one of the engines was letting out a plume of black smoke.&nbsp; It did not seem to be in too much danger and came in under its own power, but it did send a message to the people back from the latest round of exercises not all went as well for everyone.&nbsp; The pilot manning the controls did a excellent job of bringing her in, and all seemed well, but there was an energy build up and discharge of a repulsor lift overloading and the shuttle came down, hard, enough to send the echo of thunder throughout the landing pad.<br><br>A few short minutes later, the boarding ramps to the shuttled opened, and one very pissed off Lieutenant Decius Rex came down, stomping and pulling off his helmet, the outline of soot and grease about his face.&nbsp; He tossed the helmet down and then turned to look back to the enlisted crew chief on the pad, stabbing a finger at it.&nbsp; <strong>"The next time I tell you we are doing live fire with demolitions, you might want to tell me about the faulty particle shielding over the engines!&nbsp; You are damned lucky both of them did not fail.&nbsp; Now down check this and start repairing it as we are going to be ready when we bug out of here and return to the <em>Vanguard</em>."</strong><br><br>Decius walked away, well more like stormed away and headed right to where Tania was.&nbsp; As he did he passed by the tables of the rest of Grey Squadron, nabbing the bottle Kalo had put down and taking a pull from it, his throat bobbing up and down and draining a good three fingers worth of the near rot gut before plunking it down.&nbsp; Then he took the steps over to Tania's table directed a thumb back towards where the <em>Aspiration</em> ground forces had set up. <strong>"Hey there Spank, I will owe you a favor of your choosing if you could go over to those jarheads over there and charm them out of a T-97 induction coil they have been stockpiling.&nbsp; Bantha spit for brains over there is going to need it for the repulsor lift which just got fried.&nbsp; I mean I hear if your smile and hip sway doesn't work, your iron grip and twist on their balls is a good follow up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>30-06-2019, 17:01:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Pixeluna-Sexy-Cyberpunk.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tania "Spank" Sandford<br><strong>Location:</strong> Canteen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Decius<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br>Tania didn't notice as the Lieutenant stormed into the canteen, still busy putting her communicator away, so she blinked as Wex suddenly addressed her. However her expression turned to an amused grin after she heard what he had to say. Slowly, she stood up and walked next to the man. While his movements were obviously fueled by anger and impatience, hers seemed to be the exact opposite, meticulous, almost sensual. She spoke in a low, confident voice.<br><br>"My, my, Decius. Any favor? You sure know how to make a girl happy. You can be sure that I will come to collect on that. You said a T-97? You stay right here and watch a pro at work."<br><br>Without another word, she placed a hand on the man's head and messed his hair up as she walked away towards the table where a number of Aspiration members were seated. They were far enough away that voice wouldn't carry, but Tania opened up the conversation with one of the guys with her trademark spank on the ass, surprising him, before speaking to him. At first the whole group of Aspiration ground troops seemed to shoot her an icy glare, but soon enough they all started to look away one by one, appearing uncomfortable. Whatever she was saying, Decius would notice that the man targeted by the young minx seemed to be getting more and more nervous, being pinned between the table and Tania's body, as if he was about to be crushed at any moment. Even if the guy was bigger physically than Tania, there was no question which of the two was more confident and had a bigger presence. Soon, he gave a reluctant nod and handed a pass card to the girl.<br><br>Tania slowly walked back towards her table and handed the card to Wex.<br><br>"Here you go, you'll find what you need in hangar 4."<br><br>She stretched her arms out in front of him, her skimpy outfit showing off her athletic body quite well. Her expression seemed to indicate that she was pleased with herself.<br><br>"Ahhh.... it had been too long since I made a guy squirm like that."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thunder Splash</strong> on <strong>30-06-2019, 20:09:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BZ5cqLf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jan Dar Jokimba<br><strong>Location:</strong> D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo, Decius, open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Kaulo &amp; Decius<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A<br><br>Jan Dar slumped back down onto the table and laid his forehead on the cool metal as Kaulo left, glad the brute had taken the hint. However a few moments later something was slammed onto the table, something filled with liquid from the sound of it. Looking up to see the bottle of whisky made the gungan’s eyes light up a bit. <strong>”Well I’ll be damned. Kaulo my man I could kiss you.”</strong> Jan Dar eagerly reaches for the bottle but it was matched away just before he could grab it by Lieutenant Wex who took much more of the liquid than Jan Dar appreciated. Grumbling to himself but keeping it low so the lieutenant wouldn’t hear Jan Dar quickly snatched up the bottle and took a long pull himself, enjoying the warm burn as it drained down his throat. It tasted like engine fluid, but to be honest Jan Dar has drank worse in his days. Swishing around what remained in the bottle he looked back up at Kaulo and offered him a smile. <strong>”Hey, if I’m slower that means that more of our enemies will be left for you to rend limb from bloody limb. So this makes everyone happy right?”</strong> So long as no one else took any more of his whisky that was. He had just enough here for a pleasant buzz that might last until they needed to take off and return to the <em>Vanguard</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>01-07-2019, 02:20:42</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jan Dar (open)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"If you are slow, then the meat might become a devourer," Kaulo said, as if it explained everything.&nbsp; "Don't get eaten."&nbsp; The big Karkaradon turned away from the table an moved away.&nbsp; His movements were slow and economical; he wasted no energy when there was no need.&nbsp; In fact the only time anyone had ever seen him move at something above a walking pace was when one of the half-tamed local critters tarried too long in his path.<br><br>It was then that everyone discovered that under all that bulk was muscle capable of propelling that enormous body forward at enormous speed.&nbsp; There was a single snap of his jaws and the critter was gone.&nbsp; He'd chewed twice and swallowed.&nbsp; Then he'd carried on to wherever he was going as if nothing had happened.&nbsp; It was a while before anyone was comfortable walking in front of him after that.<br><br>He found a seat near the makeshift wall that was capable of supporting his bulk and settled himself on it.&nbsp; There was virtually no way to tell if he was awake or asleep or if he was looking at anything in particular.&nbsp; His big empty eyes seemed to stare off into the distance as if there were nothing in front of him.&nbsp; He could have been thinking about the great mysteries of the universe or he might have been wondering what his next meal would consist of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Masked Insanity</strong> on <strong>01-07-2019, 20:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/6cd9a3fe-047c-4fe7-9fc6-ce116660bd6b/d9kabg9-90980c6d-95aa-4f35-b5e6-78fc2246ad7c.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_576,q_80,strp/commission___twi_lek_mechanic_by_ronindude_d9kabg9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NTc2IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNmNkOWEzZmUtMDQ3Yy00ZmU3LTlmYzYtY2UxMTY2NjBiZDZiXC9kOWthYmc5LTkwOTgwYzZkLTk1YWEtNGYzNS1iNWU2LTc4ZmMyMjQ2YWQ3Yy5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.qTfHw_-hlr38yVI5COFpcwnJpphebu1LieHFMmTDhZs)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>S'kani Voorma<br><strong>Location:</strong>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cas Sauvon<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only):</strong> -<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> -<br><br>S'Kani perked up, looking up from her considerations. She took a sip from her cup, and looked for the right words. It was impolite to stare, but she had not been staring - not precisely, at least. She had just looked into their general direction. Conveying that fact to him, though... well, that was an enterprise that seemed doomed to failure, so she just shrugged. "Power couplings can be a nasty bitch, and one of the Z95s is still not performing quite as I would like it. Should be fine for flying, at least for now. Captain!"<br><br>She had snuck the honorific in juuuuuust late enough to make it awkward and highlight her lapse in decorum. Damnation. Best to get over it quickly, and focus on the second part of his question.<br><br>"We did everything. Live-fire exercises, mock dogfights. We got as close as we could." She wanted to express how the actual dogfights brought both the best and worst out in pilots. How when the disappearing wingmember on the radar didn't mean a free drink back at base anymore, but someone you'd potentially never see again, every maneuver became that much tighter. She had faith in the team, knew they would turn into diamond under pressure instead of crumbling. But explaining that didn't make it through. Instead, she tugged her left Lekku into place, and simply said: "We're ready. Just need the mission to prove it"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BennyQ</strong> on <strong>04-07-2019, 21:47:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f8/c0/3f/f8c03fc3d059031ffad3c2e5d39c7376--mirialan-star-wars-rpg.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jovashan Velralis.<br><strong>Location:</strong> D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone.<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Everyone present so far. <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A.<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A.<br><hr><br>With a stretch of his limbs, Jovashan disembarked from one of the many shuttles, taking a moment to enjoy the light from the local star down on the planet rather than in a cockpit. He unbuttoned the top bit of his long black coat, letting some air hit the top of his chest and collarbone as he moved down to the R&amp;R section where he espied several of his comrades already at rest. He too had been practicing mock-fly ins into fire-heavy LZs, though they had finally told him to take fifteen when he dropped yet another expletive over the comms for the thousandth time. In any case, he could use the rest to recharge his mental batteries and moved to take a seat at a table near to the other members of Grey Squadron. <br><br>He slumped heavily in a chair, giving just a simple nod if any other squadron mate gave him a greeting. He saw Kaulo Ma…sleeping or mediating, both looking ferocious enough. The others, Jan Dar and Decius, Tania, Cas, S’Kani, all deep in their own discussions. Sounded technical to him. He was a pilot. He concerned himself with the flying, leaving the fixing and repairs to the experts. Still, it was good to listen to and learn a few things. <br><br>He had a water canteen and a datapad he had swiped from one of the officers, using it to replay recorded feed of his own flights. He leaned back in his chair, slumping one black boot over another atop the table, laying the datapad against his knees so he could review his own recording. Especially his second attempt, where a delayed landing gear deployment caused the bottom of the ship he was flying to scrap against the ground of the designated landing zone, nearly crashing. That brought on the endless expletives that got him rotated out for this cycle. Wasn’t his fault, or anyone’s fault, but he ought to be aware if there were snags in the equipment, no? The actual battle would be different and one simple hitch could throw everything to hell. A delay in landing could mean extra timing for another fighter or anti-air blast from the surface to take him out. One had to keep moving in flight. <em>An extra four seconds on the landing procedure if I fly that craft again. Really going to miss up my timing…</em> <br><br>He had a few extra credits, considering a drink, possibly his last given how things were heating up on a geo-galactic scale. Jovashan had no family, no home, or life to save up for, so he spent it as he got it. <em>Recklessly.</em> “Anyone know when we’re heading out? Hear anything?” He asked to anyone and no one in particular, getting antsy with all these drills. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>07-07-2019, 04:57:49</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> D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone interested<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific yet<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Haven’t met anyone yet, so no. <br><br><br>D’Qar was lacking in a lot of things, but not tables. “Teach” has his own as he went back and forth from one padd to the other, running a few slicing programs. He figured everyone else had something important they were doing, so he could get back to his usual pass-times. On one padd, he was skimming every news service and any lightly encrypted Imperial database for word of his missing friend Lur Galvin. The other was constantly scanning for any word of lost ships, lightly guarded supply depots. The Rebellion was always barely scraping by for supplies and parts. If he could find something useful, it would be a big win for the Squadron and the larger cause. <br><br>Teach was only human, though. He couldn’t help looking up to watch Spank’s antics. She was a damned attractive woman, and her confidence made her more so. He dropped his gaze, trying to avoid her noticing he was watching. He didn’t want to be rude, after all. His focus on the pads broken, he looked around at his team. He was still not used to being part of a group, and kept waiting for someone to figure out his being there was a mistake. He heard Velralis’ question, but didn’t have a good answer. He mentally flipped a cred in his head, debating between going back to work and looking for something more entertaining to do. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-07-2019, 02:36:56</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> D'Qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Tani, then everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Harsh Language<br><hr><br>Decius watched as Spank walked off.&nbsp; Swayed not than walk.&nbsp; Did the woman not have a spine at all?&nbsp; How could she make those hips move the way she did with an normal human spine?&nbsp; It had to be a cybernetic replacement.&nbsp; It was the only thing which made sense.&nbsp; He doubled checked to close his mouth before one of the larger forms of insect life which plagued this planet flew into it.&nbsp; He instead sat down and enjoyed the show, not giving one ounce of sympathy at all to Tani's target.&nbsp; When she came back and placed the pass card down, he could only shake his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"How did you do it?&nbsp; I mean I thought coming to you was a long shot as that arse over there is more tightfisted over his parts than he is his Corellian brandy, and he almost killed the last man to touch his stash of brandy...wait...on second thought, I really do not want to know.&nbsp; I want to be able to sleep at night." </strong><br><br>Decius moved to get up, but then put his hand to his ear, his face going to near stunned disbelief.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you mean?&nbsp; We still had three hours!&nbsp; I am down a shuttle and still have palettes of parts to load.&nbsp; This can't wait?&nbsp; Two hours and I can have everything ready.&nbsp; &nbsp;No no come on one hour then, give me one sithspawn hour!"</strong>&nbsp; What came out of his mouth yet was something even a Hutt would not ever say, or the most hardened Corellian dock hand.&nbsp; Instead Decius gabbed the card and began to run.<br><br>Decius was sprinting towards hanger four parts locker, screaming at his people to get the weight out of their arses and move, they had to be in the air in the next ten minutes.&nbsp; It seemed to be impossible but the call went out next over the loudspeakers.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Attention all hands, attention all hands, this is a priority recall order.&nbsp; All hands are to be airborne in the next fifteen minutes.&nbsp; This is not an exercise.&nbsp; This is a priority recall of all personnel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Emergency evacuation alpha to all personnel.&nbsp; Imperial warships inbound from hyperpoint.&nbsp; I say again.&nbsp; Emergency evacuation alpha.&nbsp; Squadron leaders, brief your squadrons en-route."</em></strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>12-07-2019, 03:11:53</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> D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Just Language<br><br>Lur’s attention was completely snapped away from Spank’s assets as the announcement boomed. “Hells-spawned Imps,” he cursed. He hadn’t had a chance to really go anywhere, so thankfully his bag was still at his feet. He scooped it up, slid the strap over his shoulder, and dropped his pads into coat pockets. He looked at the ship, spun on his heel for a moment, and ran to one of the pallets of spare parts. “Um… this looks important.” He yanked a case off, gripped it tightly, and headed for the boarding ramp. “I thought we all agreed not to invite them again!” he yelled to anyone in earshot as he hefted the case of parts. He was glad the ship was nearby. This damn box was heavier than it looked.&nbsp; <br><br>Dropping the box and his bag just up the ramp, Lur ran for his Z-95. Damn Imps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>12-07-2019, 04:35:17</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jan Dar (open)<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jan Dar<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>"Devourers.&nbsp; May they stay deep while we slip through the shallows."<br><br>Kaulo stood and headed for his Y-Wing at a slow, steady pace.&nbsp; Others scrambled, knocking over chairs and tables.&nbsp; It would take him four minutes to walk to his ship, two to get into his flight suit, six minutes for a proper pre-trip, giving him three minutes to spare.&nbsp; He had nothing in his quarters that he couldn't leave behind.&nbsp; Others had attachments to their belongings; nothing could not be replaced.<br><br>Once he was in the air, he would have a better idea what type of warships they were.&nbsp; If the Imperials were merely scouting the system, it would be a few smaller ships.&nbsp; If, however, they knew that the rebels were holed up in the system, they would be arriving in force.&nbsp; The smaller ships could be overwhelmed but the base would still be compromised.&nbsp; Flee or fight.&nbsp; It would depend on the size of the Imperial ship.<br><br>The Y-wing was a fighter-bomber; an old but reliable design.&nbsp; It could not take on a capital ship but it could certainly do damage to a cruiser with a bombing run, <em>IF</em> it could penetrate the fighter cover and the defensive gun batteries.&nbsp; Potentially suicide but a reasonable trade, one fighter for a cruiser.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>12-07-2019, 04:40:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Pixeluna-Sexy-Cyberpunk.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tania "Spank" Sandford<br><strong>Location:</strong> Canteen, then landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Decius<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: None<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br>Tania shrugged her shoulders at the compliment, she was used to it by now. Truth be told, she never found that her skills were anything special, she just learned how to make use of her best assets, and if that meant her charm and feminine figure, she had no issue whatsoever at using those as well as her fighting spirit.<br><br>When she saw Decius tense up after getting a call and start running off, she knew right away that something bad had to be going down, so she casually started heading to the landing pad behind him. Tania wasn't in a hurry however, since she didn't have much invested in the base, so trying to catch up or asking questions didn't even come to mind. That was really the story of her life, flying and fighting for her own reasons, never putting down roots anywhere. By the time the loud speakers announced the incoming enemies, she was already heading towards her prepared ship without a single look back.<br><br>Once next to her currently assigned vessel she paused near the ramp, running her sights over its exterior. Tania then commented mostly to herself in her usual laissez-faire tone. "Hmmm... I really wish we had a bigger budget for ships.. The imperials may be terrible shots, but at least they get all the latest toys. Oh well." People running around her and tables being overturned seemed in a completely different world compared with how calm and unphased she was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BennyQ</strong> on <strong>15-07-2019, 03:50:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f8/c0/3f/f8c03fc3d059031ffad3c2e5d39c7376--mirialan-star-wars-rpg.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Jovashan Velralis.<br><strong>Location:</strong> D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Decius.<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Decius, Tania. <br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A.<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A.<br><hr><br>There was barely time to relax before the captain came roaring by, rallying the crew to their battle stations. The Imperials had found them! Jovashan however didn’t budge. Not with the military precision expected of him. He sighed and merely sipped his water, closing his eyes a moment and realizing the irony of it all. He had wanted information, he got it. The Imperials were bringing it to him. How convenient. The loudspeakers blared and the alarms were sounding off. Finally he set his boots on the ground, perhaps a full minute after the captain gave his warning, and got up to head towards the hangar. <br><br>Jovashan took his time getting into his jumpsuit, having only taken it off less than a half hour prior. He found his Y-Wing already in a state of refit and adorned his helmet, looking around. How many might not return?&nbsp; The comment of a nearby squadron mate, the woman called Spank, drew him to reality again. He snorted a little with amusement at the thought. Maybe one day, the Rebels would be the chasers and the Imperials the hunted. That was the dream right? He got into the seat of his vessel, going through the pre-launch check, lowering his cockpit. It was his job to deliver his payload to the source, like delivering a patient to the hospital. Shouldn’t be too hard right? Again, the irony gave him a good grin. Before he delivered patients to be healed. Now he was delivering bombs to kill and harm. <br><br>“This is Anvil, I’m ready for deployment.” He said into his comms, grasping the throttle and leaning back in his chair. He still got a few seconds of rest, before the sight of rebel personnel running all over the place turned to the blackness of space…and the sight of Imperial ships and fighters.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Masked Insanity</strong> on <strong>15-07-2019, 08:28:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/6cd9a3fe-047c-4fe7-9fc6-ce116660bd6b/d9kabg9-90980c6d-95aa-4f35-b5e6-78fc2246ad7c.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_576,q_80,strp/commission___twi_lek_mechanic_by_ronindude_d9kabg9-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NTc2IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNmNkOWEzZmUtMDQ3Yy00ZmU3LTlmYzYtY2UxMTY2NjBiZDZiXC9kOWthYmc5LTkwOTgwYzZkLTk1YWEtNGYzNS1iNWU2LTc4ZmMyMjQ2YWQ3Yy5wbmciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.qTfHw_-hlr38yVI5COFpcwnJpphebu1LieHFMmTDhZs)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>S'kani Voorma<br><strong>Location:</strong>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only):</strong> -<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> -<br><br><br>"Well, shit." S'kani cursed, and jumped up from her chair. She knew abstractly there was no justification to rush - haste made waste - but the tension she (and probably the entire wing) had been feeling for weeks was about to come to head - and like a spring finally released, she sprung into action. Darted through the landing pad, towards the hangar. Her personal Z95 was waiting for her.<br><br>She ascended the ladder to the cramped cockpit. She had made it a good habit to always be fight-ready, even though some of her projects were admittedly unfinished. She shoved the mess of cabling back under its cover, flicked the switches, and began the preflight check - heard the generator whirr to live, still a few overtones off what she had wanted. No time to think of that now, there was a fight coming up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RegretNot</strong> on <strong>21-07-2019, 02:04:55</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> D,qar makeshift landing pad<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>Cas would hear the issue she had been working over as it made sense considering her slant towards mechanics in the squadron.&nbsp; The addition of title at the end made it come off strangely but he didn't show much of a reaction, no doubt she went from casual to wondering if his using rank was formality, it could rest some of the awkwardness on his own shoulders.&nbsp; The thought of training exchanged with something else he couldn't discern despite growing up on R'yloth around many Twi'leks.&nbsp; "We will I am sure of it."&nbsp; He said as he still watched the others before the comm came through as he heard it come over the main a moment later.&nbsp; His eyes met S'kani's before she took off quickly as Cas instead stood looking to others.&nbsp; "You heard it, let's mount up and get preflights done double time!"&nbsp; He usually wasn't very loud but when it came to orders he could belt them out much like every captain or sergeant he had on the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving with a quick walk towards his Y-wing he was sliding inside as he was looking over the others that were making their way to their crafts.&nbsp; Going over preflight he would look to the cheat sheet he had scribbled to the side as he had been taught only recently compared to a lot of his training how to get the bomber going quickly.&nbsp; Moving through them he would slide his helmet on and check in.&nbsp; "This is Sear, all systems are green on my end.&nbsp; Report In, Ys are to provide escort to 401st Sapper Platoon shuttles and Zs are to engage enemy fights if they close by 3 clicks, understood?"&nbsp; He knew the Commander would have her own say but relaying this would get people organized quickly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>31-07-2019, 03:39:51</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>D,qar makeshift landing pad<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> Cas Sauvon<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>Cas issued their orders and called for the pilots to report in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kaulo keyed his mike and responded.<br><br><em>"This is Gold six.&nbsp; In position to provide escort cover."</em><br><br>The shuttles, if they launched within the next twelve minutes would be able to evade the incoming Imperial ships if they maintained a shallow vector while calculating their hyperspace jumps.&nbsp; The Z-95 fighters were more maneuverable than the Y-wings; even so they were outclassed by the Imperial fighters.&nbsp; Kaulo would have grinned, if his face had been capable of doing so.&nbsp; There was no challenge in a fight where you had the advantage.&nbsp; You would learn nothing.&nbsp; You would gain nothing.&nbsp; If you survived a fight from a point of disadvantage, you would learn and grow stronger.<br><br>This was why he had joined the rebellion.&nbsp; Crushing a weaker enemy was no fight at all.&nbsp; Bringing down the almighty Empire?&nbsp; That was a fight worth winning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>04-08-2019, 23:42:42</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>One of the limitations of star fighter sensors was the transition from atmospheric flight operations to space operations.&nbsp; The atmosphere in many cases acted as a mirror to star fighter sensors which lacked the raw power of capital or other larger starships.&nbsp; Thus until Grey Squadron was finally cleared of D'Qar's ionosphere did the squadron get a good look at what was happening from the hyper limit of the system as the enemy advanced upon D'Qar.&nbsp; It was not an insignificant force, but it also was not one to strike pure terror into Alliance forces in the system.<br><br>(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/657811c3-939d-4d1e-8fa5-d1adbf999420/dclkkmk-0dd9a6ca-60dc-437d-a52c-d08338c7597b.jpg/v1/fill/w_1192,h_670,q_70,strp/gladiator_class_star_destroyer___portrait_by_ravendeviant_dclkkmk-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNjU3ODExYzMtOTM5ZC00ZDFlLThmYTUtZDFhZGJmOTk5NDIwXC9kY2xra21rLTBkZDlhNmNhLTYwZGMtNDM3ZC1hNTJjLWQwODMzOGM3NTk3Yi5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTYwMCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.2sq79vmDeGDiLMMDOttc463ceOY7UM3WXmW4tL_zZDs) (https://pm1.narvii.com/6448/42b84d4738db67482537037b00b3c8e106de1c4b_hq.jpg)<br><br>A <em>Gladiator</em> class Star Destroyer and its screening units, three <em>Raider</em> class escort frigates.&nbsp; Again it was a force which could give most Alliance Navy forces fits.&nbsp; Already the screening units were advancing upon the <em>Vanguard</em> at their top speed, and TIE fighter units supported by TIE bombers were being launched by the Star Destroyer, the <em>Implacable</em> by its transponder code now coming through on sensors.&nbsp; A name any who were familiar at all with the Clone Wars would recognize, and thus know this was not some typical Imperial task force arrayed against them.&nbsp; <br><br>The <em>Implacable</em> made a name for itself at the second battle of Sullest were it and its supporting combat units held off a Separatist fleet three times their size, and was one of the task forces which was part of the destruction of the Trade Federation.&nbsp; This was a force composition designed to seek out and destroy rebellion and any rebel sympathizers with impunity, and all four capital ships with three squadrons of TIE fighters and one squadron of TIE bombers pointed like a vibrodagger at the <em>Vanguard</em>, and no sign at all of the <em>Aspiration</em> and her escort ships.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had they pulled out already?&nbsp; As the question hung in the air, new orders were coming through for the squadron.<br><br><strong><em>"Grey Squadron, this is Vanguard Actual.&nbsp; Change of orders.&nbsp; Flights Charlie and Delta are to engage Imperial screening units.&nbsp; Beta Flight is to break off and serve as escorts for Charlie and Delta Flights.&nbsp; Alpha Flight is to continue to escort shuttles for combat landings.&nbsp; May the Force be with you."</em></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 17:07:31</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>Leaving D,qar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br>Kaulo keyed his microphone again.&nbsp; <em>"Gold six.&nbsp; Acknowledged."</em>&nbsp; What else could one say when they'd been assigned what was essentially a suicide mission?&nbsp; He'd learned that when an order ended with 'May the Force be with you', that order was likely to end in death and those words were a final benediction.&nbsp; Fighter/bombers versus a capital ship.&nbsp; Their lives were being spent to buy time to allow non-combatants to escape.<br><br>That didn't mean Kaulo was going to sell his life cheaply.&nbsp; Many smaller predators could overwhelm a single larger one, if they were fast enough and targeted vulnerable areas.&nbsp; It made a fitting analogy for their situation.&nbsp; Raider class ships weren't intended to fight off swarms of fighters.&nbsp; They were escorts for larger ships like the Gladiator class and relied on the larger vessel to provide fighter cover.&nbsp; He was flying a fully armed BTL-A4 Y-wing assault starfighter/bomber.&nbsp; If they could inflict enough damage before the fighters could be recalled, the might be able to buy the <em>Vanguard</em> enough time to flee.&nbsp; Unless....<br><br><em>Half the task force is not here.&nbsp; Either the Aspiration and her escorts have been assigned elsewhere or they have yet to arrive.&nbsp; Or they are already here and elsewhere. </em><br><br>&nbsp;<em>"This is Fin.&nbsp; Accelerating and preparing for an attack run on target designated Raider One.&nbsp; Commander, I recommend initiating long range scans of the escape route.&nbsp; I suspect you will find the Aspiration lying in wait like an ambush hunter.&nbsp; The Implacable is meant to drive the prey into a trap, rather than being the real assault."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>25-08-2019, 17:48:34</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> Vanguard C&amp;C<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>Dar had not long arrived on board the Vanguard, her shuttle had come in only a few hours hence and she hadn't had much more time than to find a rack and throw her jump bag onto it before she took up the data pad with her orders on it and determined to go looking for her new CO, or at least someone here to report to. The pilots bunk room was bare, the ready room similar but it did give an important clue in that, on the main display, there were plans for a training opp showing. It appeared that the people she would be working with were out flying about in whatever ships they had on this bucket. Dar still had no real clue what she was doing here and what was to be expected of her. The cross training as variously a field intelligence operative, a pilot and a Intelligence Analyst had been... Scattershot. True the Rebellion was stretched thin, but surely they could afford to have separate individuals for these jobs? Okay, it suited Dar's means and goals to be picking up all these skills, but it seemed... Inefficient. Odd. Abnormal. Something was certainly different about this posting. The secrecy was normal of course, the Rebellion was small individual cells with very little in the way of overarching command and control as far as she was aware. Each of the training posts she had arrived at had handed her off in deep interstellar space by one shuttle which passed her, and other trainees, to a second shuttle that flew on to the final destination. Occasionally, for the really sensitive training several shuttles were used. Each recruit was scanned thoroughly at each changeover. They couldn't have anyone tracking these personnel to their destinations after all. She was used to paranoid levels of security. No, it was the scattershot approach to skillset that seemed odd.<br><br>A pilot would normally be expected to, well, pilot. An intelligence analyst would never enter the field. A field intelligence officer might be able to pilot a bit, but wouldn't be expected to be handed a star fighter. Jack of all trades, master of none was a phrase she had heard a few times from humans, and, well, it fitted. She had even bucked to have her call sign be changed to 'Jack' for a while early on in her Advanced Flight course.<br><br>Reporting to the CO meant finding the CO, she consulted one of the wall consoles, found the nearest Deck Officer post and reported, she was directed to C&amp;C as the training being conducted it seemed was being overseen by the Captain and all senior staff. Well, that boded. She downloaded the map to her data pad and called up a route and started walking. The journey took twenty minutes, it wasn't a small ship and even with the provision for quick access to the hangar level it took a while. The level of activity in the corridors didn't help, there were techs everywhere, it seemed that there were either a lot of repairs going on or the ship was being upgraded, at least down on the lower decks. As she moved further up things seemed more stable maintenance wise. The work reminded Dar of growing up in the various shipyards she had lived in and around with her parents, thoughts of her parents caught in her throat and she fought the emotion back down. Report now, agonize later.<br><br>She walked up to the outer secure door for the Command level and presented her identification to the marine on duty who checked diligently before smiling, handing her back her cards and pointing a thumb towards the entryway. "Down the hall, you can't miss it, Deck officer will check you again before you are allowed any further. Might have ta wait in the briefing room though, there is an OP on right now. Can't say more." The young human woman was not unsympathetic to Dar it seemed but turned back to her work once this information had been delivered.<br><br>Dar strode down the corridor, found the deck officer and once again presented her ID cards. The officer scanned them and pushed the data on to the Command team before pointing to an adjoining door. "You will have to wait in there. All brass are engaged with the current bailywick. Once that's done I am sure you will be called for."<br><br>Dar nodded and headed into the indicated room, a well lit briefing room, she took one of the comfortable seats and found herself alone there. She settled in to read from her data pad, hurry up and wait seemed to be the order of the day.<br><br>It was about twenty minutes when the alarms sounded and the lights dimmed to an 'action' status. Someone had set a ready condition throughout the ship? There was no announcement to this room, but that wasn't necessarily unusual? Something was certainly going on however, something she wasn't privy to. There were no windows here to Space to peer out of, and no information on any of the screens to check.<br><br>Dar called the layout of the deck she was on back up on the data pad and checked her route to the nearest escape pods. Closing her eyes and committing the route to memory, a short distance, just three corridors and five doors. An easy walk if things were really genuinely kicking off. She settled in, there was no point worrying until or unless she could actually hear/feel energy hitting the shields, or even worse, the screaming, tearing, horrorshow sound of an explosion deep in the bowels of the ship.<br><br>Time would tell if this was part of the exercise of if something more sinister was at work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>26-08-2019, 05:47:28</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> Inside a Headhunter<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Taking off, Vectoring In <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Just Language<br><br>The warning kept coming in, and none of it was good. The Imps were coming, and in big numbers. They were sending up a few fighters against superior numbers of TIEs, not to mention capital ships. There was fighting the good fight and there was throwing yourself into a fire, but this was what he’d signed up for. Banking hard, he accepted the new orders and accelerated. “Gold Four, on approach. Weapons hot.” The only good thing about the ridiculous numbers arrayed against them was that it was a target-rich environment. He’d get a lot more kills on his record, no matter this went down. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>29-08-2019, 20:41:33</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> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><em>"This is Fin.&nbsp; I am initiating an attack run on target Raiser 1.&nbsp; Concentrate fire on sensor arrays.&nbsp; If we blind her, she ceases to become a serious threat."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Fin had no illusions that they would destroy the vessel; he was incapable of such unrealistic fantasies.&nbsp; There was no way that they had the firepower to destroy the ship before fighter cover could arrive to protect her but they could inflict serious damage before those fighters arrived.&nbsp; If they could remove even one of the capital ships from the fight, they would increase their chances of survival as a group by a considerable margin.&nbsp; If they failed, they would at the very least take the ship out of service for as long as it took to repair the damage and any time stolen from the Empire was time for the Rebellion to grow.<br><br><em>"Time to get some meat!"</em>&nbsp; It was the closest thing Kaulo had to a battle cry.&nbsp; He hit the throttle, increasing the speed of the Y-wing.&nbsp; There was no sense making himself an easy target and it wasn't like his target was so small that he'd miss his shot if he went too fast.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 09:14:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/23/22410/20160311085817_1.jpg)</div><strong>Squadron Name:</strong> Grey Squadron, Charlie and Delta Flights<br><strong>Location:</strong> Gravity well above D'qar<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: Attacking Imperial Corvettes<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> None<br><br><hr>The odds were long.&nbsp; It was the standard fare more often, in fact in near every engagement the Alliance had against the Empire.&nbsp; The Imperial Navy always had the numbers to dictate the battle.&nbsp; The normal tactic or the Alliance was hit and run, making use of surprise to mass what firepower they had or a decisive strike.&nbsp; However in this case, the worm had turned and instead the Empire was the one springing the surprise and the <em>Vanguard</em> was still at the outer edge of D'qar's gravity well, and it had to stay there in order to give the shuttles a chance to escape and land.&nbsp; Thus it was up to the Y-Wings of Grey Squadron to buy the time needed for combat recovery actions.<br><br>Kaulo's recommendation was quickly passed through to the rest of the Y-Wings, and they lined up for their attack run.&nbsp; The trailing edge of the first squadron of eye-balls.&nbsp; The escorting Z-95's increased their speed and moved to engage.&nbsp; They were not as maneuverable as the TIE fighters, they did have the advantage of having shields.&nbsp; Crimson and emerald colored laser fire strafed through the black void of space as the two sides engaged one another.&nbsp; The Y-Wings were not spared, and Grey Twelve was lost under a barrage of enemy fire.&nbsp; It was the only causality o the group, though the shields were worse for ware, Kaulo himself loosing forty percent of his forwards shields before the optimum firing range was reached, and cobalt lances of energy spat forward towards their targets. <br><br><div align="center">(https://pm1.narvii.com/6448/42b84d4738db67482537037b00b3c8e106de1c4b_hq.jpg)</div><br>The first two salvos hit and the shields about the frigates shimmered in space under the onslaught before failing completely.&nbsp; The final salvo went through, and in two of the three frigates managed to knock their sensors out.&nbsp; The third frigate took some damage but its senors did look to be intact.&nbsp; It moved ahead of the other two and was likely feeding its sensor and targeting data to the other two ships.&nbsp; However, things were not as bleak as they seemed as a new set of contacts appeared, and Alliance transponders, Black and Monarch Squadrons, and in place to hit the other TIE squarons by surprise.&nbsp; They were not the only new contact, as the space off the port of the Imperial frigates resolved into the <em>Aspiration</em>, turbolaser fire filling the void where the rear two frigates were, striking durasteel armored plating and vaporizing it. <br><br><div align="center">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/f/f8/FFG_MC75_Ordnance_Cruiser.png/revision/latest?cb=20180106182203)</div><br>The <em>Vanguard</em> was not idle at all, and in fact had laid a trap for the Imperial screening unit.&nbsp; In short order two of the frigates were nothing more than venting, crippled hulks, already caught in what would eventually be a decaying orbit about D'qar.&nbsp; The third frigate was heavily damaged, and making all possible speed away from the engagement.&nbsp; The remaining TIE fighters and bombers broke of their attack runs and moved to screen and protect the <em>Implacable</em> as now the Alliance was a military threat against them.&nbsp; Already the <em>Implacable</em> was maneuvering to make a run or hyperspace, merely waiting to recover any surviving TIE fighters.&nbsp; A victory, at least by the standards the Alliance measure them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-08-2019, 14:28:17</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> Vanguard C&amp;C<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>Even without windows Dar could feel the changes in attitude, hear and sense the way the engines changed note and pitch, they were maneuvering hard, then there were shield hits. That greasy feel to the air all of a sudden and the sound, like duraplastic being scraped past duraplastic, the first one accompanied soon after by more, low level hits, star fighter weapons? Most likely, then a few bigger hits, turbolasers? Certainly. Ion would be making her skin crawl, sending little surges of charge all through the ship even past the shields. She sat the controlled her breathing. Whatever it was, it was under control and there was no need to panic, yet. She counted about nine turbolaser hits and a good number of smaller starfighter level ones. A ship this size could take that kind of abuse and shrug it off. These were accompanied by a coil whine deep in the ship, subtle, but certainly there, each one followed shortly thereafter by a louder report. Vanguard was returning fire, large batteries, starboard side, this seemed to indicate that they were not surrounded, they were maneuvering still, that things were likely about as 'in order' as a space battle could get.<br><br>Still, she glanced down at the data pad again, checked the route once more to the escape pods. It didn't ever hurt to be cautious. The not knowing what was going on was maddening. She sat and sucked on her lips and waited for something decisive to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>31-08-2019, 23:37:51</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>Over D,qar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Not following the meat<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br>It had been a hard fight.&nbsp; He'd lost almost half his shields getting <em>to</em> the fight and most of the rest during it.&nbsp; A quick glance at the readout indicate that his shields were in the critical range.&nbsp; His forward shields were virtually non-existent, his rear shields even less so.&nbsp; He'd encountered an even dozen TIE fighters during the battle; he'd destroyed two but had been forced to ram one when his guns had overheated.&nbsp; The others had fallen prey to his squadron mates, what few there were left or they had fled when their base ship withdrew.<br><br><em>"Vanguard Actual, this is Fin.&nbsp; I am breaking off pursuit.&nbsp; No point chasing them into their mother's arms.&nbsp; Requesting instructions.&nbsp; Return to base or rendezvous for pick-up." </em><br><br>Kaulo wasn't sure that he'd be able to make planetfall.&nbsp; The impact with the TIE had damaged one of his engine nacelles and if the cowling came off during reentry, he'd reach the ground far faster than he wanted and not in any condition he wanted to find himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>05-09-2019, 18:56:37</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> Inside a Headhunter<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo Ma, anyone else listening<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Backing up a squad-mate <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>The battle had been chaotic, but they all were. Part of him was amazed to still be alive. The Headhunter had seen better days, but wasn’t in imminent danger of exploding, powering down, shaking apart. “Fin, this is Teach, on your six. Looks like you got pretty chewed up, I’ve got your back until we get wherever we’re going.” <br><br>Lur pushed his sensors to their limits and kept scanning. He was more or less sure they were done with the fighting, but it took was one straggler TIE to ruin, or end, your day. He fell into the rhythm of scanning his boards, out the canopy, and eyeing Fin’s fighter to make sure nothing big and important fell off of it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>07-09-2019, 18:15:50</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>Over D,qar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lur Galvan, Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Not following the meat<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><em>"Appreciated, Teach,"</em>&nbsp; Kaulo replied.&nbsp; <em>"Stay to starboard.&nbsp; My port engine cowling has a piece of what looks like a TIE wing stuck in it.&nbsp; Wouldn't want it to bounce off your cockpit and leave a mark." </em>&nbsp; <br><br>Kaulo's scanner was showing that the vast majority of the Rebel pilots had come though the engagement if not exactly unscathed then at least mostly intact.&nbsp; His Y-Wing was likely one of the worst damaged and he wasn't so critical that he wouldn't have been willing to continue.&nbsp; <br><br>They had done well.&nbsp; Two of the three escort ships were derelicts, the other had fled.&nbsp; There was likely salvageable material on the two Raider class ships.&nbsp; Perhaps crews could retrieve it before they spiraled down into the atmosphere of D'qar.&nbsp; Their scorched and melted hulks would leave twin scars on the planet when they impacted.&nbsp; Until that time....<br><br><em>"Vanguard Actual, this is Fin.&nbsp; Are salvage teams being dispatched to the Raiders or are we going to let them burn?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>08-09-2019, 02:33:30</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 reply back was fairly quick to Kaulo's query.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Grey-Six, this is Actual.&nbsp; Negative on salvage operations.&nbsp; The</em> Aspiration <em>and her escorts will make short work of the remaining frigate.&nbsp; As much as I wish we could bag the</em> Implacable, <em>we would take losses we can ill afford, so she lives to hunt another day.&nbsp; We however have a time sensitive target to go after, so I need everyone back on board so we can clear the system.&nbsp; Actual clear."</em></strong><br><br>The <em>Vanguard</em> was clearly shifting from defensive stance to recovery operations.&nbsp; They still made sure to keep their landing bays clear of any line of fire, but the evasive maneuvers had stopped.&nbsp; The minutes seemed to pass slowly, and by the time the first of the Gamma shuttles had landed on board the <em>Vanguard</em>, the <em>Implacable</em> made the jump to hyperspace.&nbsp; The remaining Imperial frigate lowered their shields and powered down weapons as well as their engines, the modern equivalent of "striking the colors" and surrendering.&nbsp; Already assault shuttles were launching from the <em>Aspiration</em> to secure what they could.&nbsp; Given the state of the ship it was unlikely it would be recovered.&nbsp; Still there was some value in it, and the 401st the ideal unit to board and make the attempt to salvage, so whatever this time sensitive mission was, it had to be important indeed to pass up the possible recovery of another warship for the Alliance navy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caradoc</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 06:08:06</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> Inside a Headhunter<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kaulo Ma, anyone else listening<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong>No one specific<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Backing up a squad-mate, heading for landing<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Not this time<br><br>"Copy that, Fin, Actual." He tuned the com-band to Fin's frequency. "I'm not as banged up. You go in first, I'll hang back in case of surprises, then land after." Lur swept nearby space with every sensor at his disposal, and looked as best he could managed in every direction at once. He even did a slow roll to switch up his visual field. He wasn't seeing any bandits coming in, but he didn't want to lose a squadmate, or his own life, because he got sloppy. There were a lot of Imps in general, and all it took was one of them getting lucky. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 01:56:02</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>Over D,qar <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lur Galvan, Open<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong> NA<br><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:Not following the meat<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> NA<br><br><em>"Negative, Teach,"</em>&nbsp; Kaulo replied.&nbsp; <em>"Recover the majority of the intact ships before we start landing the damaged ones.&nbsp; There is more of a risk of a damaged ship crashing on landing and that would leave the more intact ships stranded until the damaged ship was cleared, which would force the Vanguard to remain here, in a known position." </em>&nbsp; <br><br>If nothing else, Kaulo was practical.&nbsp; The more intact fighters were more valuable and a smaller drain on resources than the damaged ones.&nbsp; If the Imperials returned, abandoning the damaged equipment made more sense.<br><br>In the end, all the fighters were able to land.&nbsp; Several were greeted with a chorus of groans from the tech crews.&nbsp; Somebody asked Kaulo if he'd been flying a TIE fighter during the dogfight, given the number of pieces he'd brought back with him.&nbsp; With his bare hands, he ripped one of the smaller pieces out of the nose of the Y-wing.&nbsp; He offered it to a tech.<br><br>"If you can build a TIE fighter out of that, I will fly it in the next fight."<br><br>Several people paused.&nbsp; It was difficult to tell if the hulking Karkaradon was serious or actually making a joke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Wars: Tales of Grey Squadron - Prologue </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 02:43:19</strong>
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				Recovery Operations went off without too much drama, and the <em>Vanguard</em> was already enough out of the planet and star's gravity well to transition to hyperspace.&nbsp; As operations go for the Alliance, this one was indeed an qualified success.&nbsp; Time would tell if they would all end up as such for the members of Grey Squadron.
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