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Post by anders on Jan 25, 2006 23:04:17 GMT -5
Here in the bleak blackness of deep space rests the Crusader, one of the last Star Destroyers constructed by the Empire. Here in deep space it waits for orders with it's elite fighter squadrons, Grabacr and Ofnir (God I love those names, thank you Russia).
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Post by anders on Jan 27, 2006 23:51:48 GMT -5
The Imperial TIE Defender cut through the darkness of space, closely followed by its wingman. The Yellow bands across the solar panels symbolized that these fighters were from the 8492nd squadron, also known as Grabacr. They were the best in the remaining fleet, and still fought on the side of the Empire, loyal to the end. Their leader was better yet, a skilled fighter who never backed down from anyone. To this day she had recorded 265 kills, most likely the highest in the remaining fleet. Gloved hands gripped the control yoke, like any other TIE, the Defender also needed the pilot to wear a totally enclosed suit. She glanced down at the radar screen and noticed a faint contact two hundred klicks and inbound slowly. Quickly taking the communications switch under her finger, she pressed down on the button and spoke into the helmet. "Crusader, this is Grabacr Lead, have unknown bogey inbound bearing 405 by 200. Estimated time to intercept, two minutes." She didn't bother waiting for a reply, instead pushing down harder on the throttle
Jag wasn't conscious to glimpse the two fighters closing in on his own, but nevertheless they remained steady on their courses. Constant radio hails arrived over his headset, but he couldn't return them. Slowly his A-Wing drifted toward the pair, not expecting the coming confrontation.
Kara's eyes widened as she glimpsed the A-Wing in front of her, absentmindedly she spoke to herself. "It's not possible, they're all dead." But apparently not as her wingmate and her blew past the all-black A-Wing. As she banked the Defender, hard, she opened the communication link to the Crusader again. "Crusader, this is Grabacr, confirmed bandit, it's a Wardog." She shuddered as she spoke the name of the NR's most tactical fighter squadron, she knew that they were better than the Rouges, well they used to be. When the transmission returned, she answered the Star Destroyer's question. "I'm positive it's a Wardog, it has the same markings and it is completely black." Her eyes then narrowed as her mind picked up on something unusual. "It's not maneuvering, like it's just dead in space." Kara informed her wingmate to stay in the bandit's killzone as she moved up aside the ebony craft. Looking over she noticed the cockpit lights were off, but her sharp eyes picked up on something else. "Crusader, this is Grabacr lead, the pilot is incapacitated, requesting new orders." The voice came back over the radio informing her to bring the enemy bird in. She nodded at the new orders though nobody could see her and responded as she activated the ship's small tractor beam. "Roger, bringing him in. Shooter, a little help please?" Her wingmate activated his tractor and slowly the trio began the slow journey back to the Crusader.
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Post by anders on Jan 28, 2006 0:23:08 GMT -5
Kara struggled out of the crash netting, holding her into the cockpit as soon as the three fighters landed. She ripped her helmet off and brushed a hand through her blonde hair while struggling out of the egress hatch. Quickly, she started walking toward where the A-Wing had set down, but when that proved to slow she took to running.
The area was already surrounded by doctors who were pulling the man's body out of the small cockpit. Pushing her way though the crowd, she finally reached the head doctor and the pilot's body, which had been placed on a stretcher. She looked down at his face and her breath stopped, for the enemy he was actually kind of cute, but that was another matter altogether. Looking over at the man draped in white, she questioned, "Is he alive?" When the doctor turned his eyes on her, she knew it wasn't good, and so she stopped letting the medical officials rush off with the barely living body.
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Post by anders on Jan 28, 2006 0:37:48 GMT -5
Jag's eyes slowly fluttered open, and were instantly blinded by the room's light. He shut them again and then slowly proceeded to open them once more, allowing his pupils to adjust to the glow. He tried to look around, but his body felt weak. He was aware of the tubes all over his body, and the IV lines leading inside of him. Something had gone wrong, he just couldn't remember what. He tried to move again, and his body cried out in agony, like it was on fire. His response was a long and steady scream, trying to release all of the pain. After a few seconds, he calmed down and finally was able to grasp where he was. He was in a medical facility of some sorts, problem was, he didn't know where.
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Post by Jailyn Vail on Jan 28, 2006 0:42:00 GMT -5
Kara looked over and saw he was waking .She went to his side and looked down at him..smileing softly."Your okay....you'll be feeling better soon"
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Post by anders on Jan 28, 2006 0:45:20 GMT -5
His head was throbbing with pain, but the New Republic captain was still able to make out the beautiful form of the woman by his bed-side. His mind drifted to information, information that he needed right now to stay calm. Quietly he questioned the woman, "Where...where am I?" With any luck it would be a New Republic controlled territory, with bad luck the Empire would finally have their hands on him.
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Post by Jailyn Vail on Jan 28, 2006 0:49:14 GMT -5
"Your aboard the Crusader...your safe here ..with me.Gave us all quite a scare. Cant say your ship survived."Kara gave him a half smile and placed her hand on his...not thinking..
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Post by anders on Jan 28, 2006 0:54:49 GMT -5
Jag shook violently as he heard the name of the ISD. Well obviously he was having bad luck nowdays, why should that change now? For whatever reason, the woman put her hand on his, but Vance found himself pulling his own away from the imperial's, more out of fear.
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Post by Jailyn Vail on Jan 28, 2006 0:57:11 GMT -5
Kara noticed his anxiety..she leaned closer tohim.."shhh...its okay...Im here with you..we will stick together.Do you have a name?"
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Post by anders on Jan 28, 2006 22:33:23 GMT -5
His thoughts and military training taught him that the only reason why the Imperial was talking to him and being so friendly was to get information that the Empire desperately needed. Seeing as how he was a Captain, it wasn't a bad place for the Imperials to start. He answered back in true military fashion, voice steady.
"I am Captain Jagged Vance, 108th Tactical Fighter Squadron, ID 220345."
That was all he could give by the rules of the New Republic navy, and he wasn't about to jeopardize the government that he had fought so hard for over the past years, not now and not ever.
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