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Post by Corporal Hicks on Dec 1, 2015 21:30:59 GMT
The pilots go to their ships. Support crew are loading astromech droids into the A-Wings and fueling the ships. The cockpits are open and the pilots climb in. They put on their helmets and harnesses and check basic functions on the fighters. As you prep your engines, the ceiling cracks open and slowly opens with the sound of groaning metal. The support crew remove the fuel lines to the ships and back away. The A-Wings and Speeders slowly begin to hover, the pilots feel a rocking sensation in their seats. The cockpits close and the ships leave the hangar. All around the hangar doors are tall jungle trees, obscuring the view of it. As it closes again beneath them they see that the doors are covered with dirt that is overgrown with moss and grass, the perfect camouflage. The five ships begin to travel south at great speed, staying low to the jungle.
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Post by Garven Dreis on Dec 1, 2015 21:31:39 GMT
"Alright, Red Group, this is Red Leader. All wings report in."
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Post by Jak Beston on Dec 1, 2015 21:33:10 GMT
Jak responded into the mic. "Red Four, standing by."
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Post by Kry Shrepri on Dec 1, 2015 21:33:32 GMT
This is Red Eight. All systems go, sir.
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Post by John Cullens (AKA Chops) on Dec 1, 2015 22:31:33 GMT
After a long (and uncomfortable) silence, a loud crash, fumbling noises, and several curses are heard. "Here sir! Uhh... somehow my mic had fallen off. Ready!" John knew he was off to a bad start.
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Post by Crix Thek on Dec 2, 2015 1:53:25 GMT
All systems go, Lets kick some ass!!
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Post by Pale Rider on Dec 2, 2015 3:55:10 GMT
Present and counted for sir! He pivoted his head as they lifted into the air above the base. Trying to pick out distinct features that would help him return to the base should he need to without signals and/or Red Leader.
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Post by Garven Dreis on Dec 2, 2015 6:35:34 GMT
Garven Dreis shook his head at the inexperience of the pilots. Luckily this wasn't a serious mission.
"Okay, Red Seven, you're with me. We'll check Sector Bravo. Red Five, take the A-Wings and search Sector Charlie. Keep your eyes peeled for any sign of him, and watch your visual scanners."
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Post by Corporal Hicks on Dec 2, 2015 6:41:03 GMT
The pilots split up into two groups to cover more ground. The three A-Wings go southwest and the Speeders go Southeast. They watch the jungle and scan for the missing A-Wing.
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Post by John Cullens (AKA Chops) on Dec 2, 2015 6:50:57 GMT
"Checking in sir! What are your orders? "
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Post by Corporal Hicks on Dec 2, 2015 6:59:14 GMT
Several minutes go by without event. Corrin notices something strange picking up on his scanner, but can't figure out what it is. Then the speeders hear the unmistakable sound of blasters. Two TIE Interceptors are flying downward toward the speeders, and they have locked onto Red Seven. Due to inexperience and jamming the pilots aren't aware until it is too late. Several laser blasts strike the top of the speeder. The shields absorb much of the damage, but the hull integrity light begins to bleep on their dashboards. One laser slips through and tears a hole in the cockpit. It lands between the two pilots. A faint but constant howling noise fills their ears as the wind blows over the damaged glass.
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Post by Garven Dreis on Dec 2, 2015 7:04:06 GMT
Dreis was shocked when he heard the blaster fire. He jerked his head around and saw the TIEs closing in from above.
"Red Seven, take evasive action! Red Squadron, regroup on me, we are under attack!"
With that he began evasive maneuvers and tried to find a weakness to exploit.
(Roll reflexes)
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Post by Crix Thek on Dec 2, 2015 17:25:10 GMT
For a split second after the laser hit the cockpit, everything went dark. "what just happened" Crix mumbled to himself as he removed a piece of shrapnel keeping his vest pinned down to the seat. "Woah!... that was WAY to close for comfort, Dreis! Try to keep them busy and i'll see if I can get a clear shot!"
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Post by Pale Rider on Dec 3, 2015 2:25:49 GMT
Corrin realized too late they were under attack, he tried to evade and that was probably the only reason they were still alive and airborne. The last blast had splintered the cockpit and slagged the middle of the seats.
"Crix, are you okay back there? If so get the magnetic harpoon online and be ready to hit one of the Tie Interceptor's Wings."
He flipped channels over to his newly assigned Astromech, "R6D6 are you still online?" As series of blips, beeps, and hoots came over the speakers signaling his being still with them. "R6, try and get out shields back online. If nothing else adjust the strength to over the cockpit. Another blast and you will be flying by yourself."
Tag Crix
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Post by Pale Rider on Dec 3, 2015 2:41:42 GMT
Dreis was shocked when he heard the blaster fire. He jerked his head around and saw the TIEs closing in from above. "Red Seven, take evasive action! Red Squadron, regroup on me, we are under attack!"With that he began evasive maneuvers and tried to find a weakness to exploit. "Red Leader, this is Red Seven! We have taken damage to the cockpit. If you can drop your speed and loose altitude I will try to shoot past you. Hopefully, this will bring one of them into your sites. Also, Crix is gonna try and connect a cable to one of the Interceptors. That is if you approve of these plans." <Tag Red Leader>
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