DESCRIPTION: *****Start Sim*****

DESCRIPTION: *****The Rogues have docked with the Home One and are prepping their temporary X-wing fighters*****

Doc Anreson: -=walks around fighter, checking it's outer look first=-

Hobbie Klivian: Do we have to go to Hoth?

Myn Donos: -=walks around his fighter checking out everthing=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Checks his datapad that he was given by Ackbar=-

Myn Donos: You want to make us suffer don't you?

Wes Janson: -=leaning over the side of his ship, checking out the insides, only his legs sticking out of the cockpit while he's under the console=-

Hobbie Klivian: Hoth is bad news. I don't want to go back. PLEASE don't make me go back.

Tycho Celchu: -= Sits on a a crate of pro torps and writes intently on his data pad =-

Doc Anreson: -=mutters to herself as she finishes her round=-

Wedge Antilles: Think of it as getting the chance to climb into a nice cool bed.

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs that nobody cares and moves over to his ship to talk to Crash, the only one who understands=-

Myn Donos: -=leaves a message on his datapad and hands it to a tech=-

Doc Anreson: And turned into peoplesickles! -=calls back to them=-

Myn Donos: What if we don't want a cool bed?

Tycho Celchu: -= his ship right beside him, checked out...ugh sits in the droid socket complaining about the age and general shape of the craft =-

Corran Horn: -=checks the port side debris extractor, which has been giving him problems for seemingly forever=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks up to see that Crash isn't there and begsins to cry=-

Corran Horn: -=Remembers Lujayne and how she helped him fix it way back when=-

Doc Anreson: How do things look, Wily? -=asks as the droid is lowered into the socket=- Do a quick systems check, eh?

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and climbs into the fighter=- Nobody cares that the second we get to Hoth, something bad will happen and this time I won't be back."

Wes Janson: -=Wes hears Hobbie and snickers under his breath, a plot forming in his head=-

Corran Horn: Hears Hobbie mumbling over by his fighter=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::hears Hobbie:: Don't worry Hobs I feel the same way...

Doc Anreson: -=hears wes sniggering and resolves to keep an eye on him=-

Corran Horn: -=throws a spanner over towards hobbie=- Keep it down over there will ya!?

Myn Donos: -=grins and thinks "Hobbie, Master of Luck"=-

Doc Anreson: -=shouts over to hobbie=- What, don't trust my medic skills?

Gavin Darklighter: :: never having been on an Ice planet before, he walks over to him::

Hobbie Klivian: No, I don't trust my lifespan.

Wedge Antilles: -=Yells his voice booming inside the large bay=- Okay I want everyone in their fighters and ready to go in 5 mins. and I hope you packed your long underwear boys and girls.

Doc Anreson: -=is actually really nervous about hoth, having heard the horror stories=-

Myn Donos: -=gets in his X-wing to start prepping it=-

Doc Anreson: I vote we all share one big bed! -=shouts as she climbs into the X-wing and pulls on the gear as she preps=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::hears WEdge, as he passes underneath Hobbies wings to get to his fighter::

Myn Donos: -=wishes he brought a Mr. Caf=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=raises an eyebrow at Amanda=-

Wes Janson: -=rightening himself in his cockpit, he looks at Doc=- ONly if I get to be on top!

Doc Anreson: -=laughs=- fine with me, keeps me warmer!

Corran Horn: -=laughs at wes' comment=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles at Wedge=- I'd rather just not go at all.

Corran Horn: -=finishes his work on the debris extractor and climbs into his cockpit=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he reaches his fighter and starts to prep it::

Wedge Antilles: -=Slips the pad into his pocket and climbs into his fighter=-

Tycho Celchu: -= gets into the cockpit and puts on his Helmet and gloves

Corran Horn: -=pulls on a cold-weather long sleeve shirt, then straps on his life support gear and dons his new cold weather flight gloves and helmet=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Drops the helmet onto his head=-

Myn Donos: -=puts his Helmet on and closes the canopy to finish final prep=-

Wedge Antilles: -=It doesn't fit like his normal one does but it will do=-

Doc Anreson: Wily, got that overcheck done? -=asks the droid as she starts closing up the fighter.

Tycho Celchu: -= is wearing his artic issue flight suit =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he climbs in his fighter::

Hobbie Klivian: -=wearing ten layers under his flightsuit, pulling on helmet and starting engines. =-

Tycho Celchu: -= the canopy hisses as it seals shu and the interrior lights and displays flicker to life and are ready =-

Doc Anreson: -=wraps slightly large arctic flightsuit around her tightly=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls the fur collar around his flightsuit closer to his neck=-

Wes Janson: -=closes the canopy and puts gloves on, rubbing hand in anticiapation=-

Tycho Celchu: -= flicks four switches and the engines each thrum to life in turn =-

Myn Donos: -=cockpit seals shut=-

Wedge Antilles: -=closes the canopy and flips on the com=-

Doc Anreson: -=cockpit seals shut, dons gloves, gets an all green from wily and smiles=- C> Two's ready to go.

Corran Horn: -=closes canopy and starts up the systems, and the heater=-

Wedge Antilles: C> Control this is Rogue Squadron. Requestion a launch go.

Myn Donos: -=flips the com switch and starts up the engine=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh beeps that all is ready =- C> 5 has 4 green

DESCRIPTION: C> You are go for launch Rogue Squadron

Corran Horn: C>9 is green

Gavin Darklighter: :: he closes his canopy and all systems go:: C> 4 green

Myn Donos: C> 8 is green

Tycho Celchu: -= feathers the repulsor drives with a light hand on the stick and the fighter gently lifts from the deck =-

Wedge Antilles: -=Gently raises the fighter off of the deck=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Whatever number I am, I'm ready, eventhough I'd rather be on Ralltiir by the ocean sipping an ice cold lum.

Wes Janson: C> Six is ready and waiting

Wedge Antilles: C> All the drinks are cold where we're going.

Myn Donos: -=gently raises his fighter off the deck wating=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> But I don't WANT to go there.

Tycho Celchu: -= taps both etheric rudders and the fighter noses down a tad as it moves forward toward the mag con field =-

Doc Anreson: C> but I wanted a hot toddy!

Gavin Darklighter: C > along with everything else....

Myn Donos: C>I've heard that everything is cold there.

Tycho Celchu: C> Oh come on Hobbie..you survived once didnt you?

Wedge Antilles: -=Pushes his throttle forward just a tad and the fighter coasts out of the bay=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Yeah Myn, especially the women.

Doc Anreson: -=raises fighter=--=bites tongue=-

Gavin Darklighter: C> Hobbie...your not the only one that doesn't want to go

Myn Donos: -=snickers=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Oh, just bring up the memories, Tycho. I BARELY survived.

Wes Janson: C> I want to go... -=says it just to annoy Hobbie=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Thats the spirit!

Gavin Darklighter: :: his fighter raises after Doc::

Corran Horn: -=lifts the fighter off the deck and cruises towards the exit=-

Wes Janson: C> We can bury Doc in the snow and see what pops up!

Hobbie Klivian: C> Of course he wants to go. He wants to do anything I don't want.

Doc Anreson: C> HEY!

Myn Donos: -=slowly coasts his fighter towards the exit=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the fighter breaks free of the mag con field and hovers off the bay in the cold of space =-

Wedge Antilles: C> 5 this is lead. The techs fed Ugh the coords we need. Could you kindly send them to the rest of us?

Gavin Darklighter: C> Well I'm this is the one time, I actially miss Tattioone

Corran Horn: C>-=tries to contain his laughter=- You're bad Wes

Myn Donos: C>I'm going since I'm in the fighter.

Hobbie Klivian: -=lifts off and heads out into space=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Hard to do with no droids lead...slave your nav comps to mine and Ugh will jump us out of here

Wes Janson: -=Wes laughs to himself and follows the rest out of the hanger=- C> You all missed me when I was in the padded room, I know. I have to make up for lost time.

Myn Donos: -=forms up behind and to the right of Hobbie=-

Wedge Antilles: C> Ah blast I forgot... - Okay hang on

Gavin Darklighter: ::formed up behind Wedge and Tycho::

Tycho Celchu: C> S'ok boss

Doc Anreson: C> I didn't get to miss yuou -=chuckles as she follows the rest out=-

Tycho Celchu: -= takes lead slot and awaits the others =-

Myn Donos: C>I'll try to bring you back alive Hobs.

Hobbie Klivian: C> Thanks for the warning Myn.

Doc Anreson: C> gimem thje coords, we'll each take half, whatcha think Celchu?

Wedge Antilles: -=Taps the controls slaving the nav comp to Tycho's=-

Myn Donos: -=slaves his nav comp to Doc's=-

Wes Janson: C> Hmmm... Tycho, Doc... Tycho or Doc... who to trust....

Tycho Celchu: C> I 'll take it from here doc...thanks for the offer

Hobbie Klivian: C> Probably neither, Wes.

Myn Donos: C>It's a tough one I must say.

Doc Anreson: C> Fine. -=sullen=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Cut the chatter Rogues and slave those nav comps over

Myn Donos: -=unslaves then reslaves his nav comp to Tych=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he taps some key on his consul, slavs his nav ::

Doc Anreson: C> Hate being your slave Celchu -=slaves comp=-

Wes Janson: -=slavs the nav to tycho's ship=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> If I keep talking, will you send me back to the Home One so I don't have to go?

Corran Horn: -=slaves to tycho=-

Wes Janson: C> Hey Tycho, i could just do a quick swing by Commenor...

Tycho Celchu: -= grins =- C> Enough Wes...or we get you a new padded room

Wes Janson: C>Party Pooper.

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh reports all fighters on course and slaved =- -= Ugh beeps =- C> Ok Rogues...3..2...MARK!

Doc Anreson: C> that's why they invited him.

Hobbie Klivian: C>No... nononononono... I don't wanna gooooooooooooo!

Doc Anreson: -=starlines=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: gets ready to jump::

Myn Donos: -=starswirl=-

Wes Janson: -=sits back as the ship jumps, planning on taking a quick nap=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the stars streak into a brilliant tunnel of blue white light =-

Doc Anreson: Alright Wily, where were we? -=wily brings up bookmark in a novel doc had been reading and she uses the droid display to do so=-

Myn Donos: -=takes a quick nap and has the comp beep when they almost get out of this trip=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sits back and ponders=-

DESCRIPTION: *****Trip is a total of 10 mins long (- 9 mins for time lapse*****

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