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DESCRIPTION: *****The rogues stand around Cracken's office*****

Tycho Celchu: What in the Eporer's Black Bones was that all about?!

Doc Anreson: -=turns and slumps against the wall, eyes haunted... still hasn't seen wes come in=-

Tycho Celchu: -= sits quitely =-

Myn Donos: -=leans agains the wall near the door=-

Hobbie Klivian -=moves over and puts and arm around Amanda=-

Airen Cracken: It get's worse Rogues

Wes Janson: -=is still standing against the wall near the door, covered in bacta patches=-

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs it off=- Worse?

Airen Cracken: This came from Chiss right before you got here -=Switches on the other holo=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he stood in the back::

Doc Anreson: -=pushes away from real door and watches intently, arms folded=-

Hobbie Klivian -=steps away from Amanda and watches=-

Myn Donos: -=watches the holo with curiosity=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he moved in to get a better look::

Tycho Celchu: -= watchs the Holo =-

DESCRIPTION: -=holo pops up and Jagged Fel's image comes into view as the message stables itself=-

Doc Anreson: -=jaw drops, and takes a step back to lean against the doorpanel=-

Jagged Fel: -=His face is sad and the rogues can tell he's been beaten=-

Tycho Celchu: -= raises an eyebrow =- Well, at least we know where he is.... -= to himself =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he lowerd his head::

Doc Anreson: -=whispers=- he's alive?

Myn Donos: -=Myn's eyes widen and moves in closer=-

Jagged Fel: Fel: Rogue Squadron, I have some important information for you.

Wes Janson: -=watches, slanting eyes=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks up surprised::

Doc Anreson: -=shuts mouth and listens/watches intently once more=-

Jagged Fel: I can't talk long but Warlord Haggron is recruiting kids of age 10 and up to fly suicide missions against the New Republic.

Doc Anreson: -=eyes widen=-

Gavin Darklighter: what!

Tycho Celchu: Sith!

Hobbie Klivian figures.

Gavin Darklighter: ::moves closer::

Doc Anreson: SithSPAWN!

Wes Janson: -=grinds teeth=-

Myn Donos: -=jaw drops=- You're kidding

Jagged Fel: The publizice it as a boot camp where they will be protected from being hurt during during the fights.

Doc Anreson: -=unconsciously takes a step forward, hands dropping to fists at her sides=-

Hobbie Klivian -=crosses arms and leans against the wall=-

Jagged Fel: The recruiting office is located on a small moon named Talsla famous for its tagteam knockout championships and ran by Lavar De'pek.

Tycho Celchu: -= folds arms across chest =-

Myn Donos: -=frowns=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he remembers of his own siblings back home::

Jagged Fel: The people there however are probably located on wanted ads throughout the galaxy. Once the kids have signed up they're shipped out here...

Doc Anreson: -=starts absently spinning right-hand jade ring=-

Jagged Fel: -=Transmission ends quickly when a flash of white armor hits Fel over the head=-

Doc Anreson: -=works jaw and mutters=- Monster..... -eyes narrow=-

Tycho Celchu: -= instinctivley reaches for his balster =-

Myn Donos: I'm not sure if that goes far enough to describe it.

Wes Janson: -=lets out a deep breath=- sith...

Gavin Darklighter: ::sees Tycho::

Doc Anreson: -=turns to see wes has made it, lets out a sigh of relief=-

Hobbie Klivian -=mutters=- from torturing young women to sending kids on suicide missions. The man had a horrible childhood=-

Gavin Darklighter: Tycho....

Tycho Celchu: -= does not draw it, but keeps his hand on it =- That piece of Hutt filth!

Airen Cracken: Rogues, I'm sending you to Telsla

Gavin Darklighter: do we have any information of the kids in Tattione?

Airen Cracken: No we don't know where they are coming from

Doc Anreson: How soon can we start, Cracken?

Airen Cracken: Right now

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks down::

Doc Anreson: -=growls=- Good.

Myn Donos: Do we have any missing reports from their parents?

Airen Cracken: All we know is that right now he's tricking the kids into killing themselves. There hasn't been enough time passed to know much more

Myn Donos: -=frowns=- not good.

Airen Cracken: You all will pack yourselves into a small space yatch.

Doc Anreson: Yay -=dryly=- a pleasure cruise....

Airen Cracken: You will wait just outside of Telsla... Which is the flight path of an imperial transport

Wes Janson: With or without X-Wings?

Airen Cracken: No fighters

Tycho Celchu: -= stnds and redoes the snap on his blaster holster =- Great.... -= storms out of the room =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::jaws drop::

Doc Anreson: Ground ops then... We hardly look like kids, Cracken.

Myn Donos: -=sighs=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: starts to say something, but stops::

Doc Anreson: -=turns and goes after tycho=-

Airen Cracken: This transport is carrying two of the imperial knockout fighters - You are to take this ship over and become them - Once that's done pilot the freighter to the moon and find out where their base of operations is located

Tycho Celchu: -= stops outside the door in the hall and slams a fist into the wall =-

Doc Anreson: -=catches up with tycho=- Just what are you doing, Celchu?

Tycho Celchu: -= looks up =- Nothing! -= snarls =-

Doc Anreson: -=snorts=- looks like you're trying to break your hand.

Tycho Celchu: And?!

Airen Cracken: Get packed and get to it

Doc Anreson: You wont do much good with a broken hand, and I wont set it if it's broken needlessly. That and.

Tycho Celchu: -= shrugs =- Whatever... -= walks off to his quarters =-

Doc Anreson: Listen... -=trails off and shakes head as he leaves=-

Wedge Antilles: -=quietly to the rogues in the room=- Let's go guys

Gavin Darklighter: then what?

Hobbie Klivian -=pushes off wall and heads to Wes=- Siee ok? You may want to tell her about this.

Wedge Antilles: We've been given the blessing of hitting him first

Doc Anreson: -=goes over to Myn=- What was the last of it?

Wes Janson: I'll leave her a message... if she hears Fel's alive, she'll want to join, and she's in no condition...

Hobbie Klivian -=nods=- Let's go get our stuff.

Gavin Darklighter: ::silently he walked out, he could only think of his brothers and sisters::

Tycho Celchu: -= gets to his quarters and packs a few bags =-

Wes Janson: -=walks to Cracken's desk and holds out dogtag=- You might want to send a clean up crew to stairwell 14.

Myn Donos: -=turns to face Doc=-Find out the base of their operations

Mike Ngo: ::sighs::

Myn Donos: -=walks out and goes to his room=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he walks over to his room::

Doc Anreson: Sounds easy enough -=LSG=- I guess I gotta go pack then. -=heads to her room=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Exits cracken's office and heads to the hanger=-

Hobbie Klivian -=waits for WEs=-

Tycho Celchu: -= leaves a note for Winter and leaves hsi quarters =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he packs his stuff, but not before seeing the holo of his large family on the table::

Wes Janson: -=walks out, wincing as he walks from the pain in his ribs=-

Myn Donos: -=packs up and makes sure to get all the necessary stuff=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs as he walks out::

Myn Donos: -=heads to the hanger=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he heads toward the hanger as he sees Mike::

Mike Ngo: ::packs a few days worth of clothes, leaves a note and leaves his quarters::

Tycho Celchu: -= stops by and gets Ugh then heads to the hanger =-

Mike Ngo: ::jogs to the hangar::

Myn Donos: -=leaves a message with Clink=-

Doc Anreson: -=packs a couple of days worth civvies, pauses to touch a holo on her wall, then shoulders shapeless bag and heads to hangar=-

Hobbie Klivian Get Amanda to take a look at that when we get on the ship, Wes.

Wes Janson: -=walks with Hobbie to their quarters and quickly pakcs, making sure to throw bacta patches in from his medkit=-

Doc Anreson: -=after grabbing some medgear=-

Wes Janson: Don't worry, i will. It hurts like the sith

Gavin Darklighter: ::he waited for the others in the hanger::

Hobbie Klivian -=stands in shock=- Ok. -=goes to his room and packs=-

Doc Anreson: -=comms wily that if she never returns, to get word to her parents=-

Wedge Antilles: -=enters the hanger and walks over to a small yatch being prepped=-

Mike Ngo: ::he slows to a walk as he reaches the hanger, grumbling about their rotten luck with yet another ground op::

Myn Donos: -=stands in the hanger with his bag and a small case=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he and ugh enter the hanger =-

Doc Anreson: -=reaches hanger and puts bag at her feet, wily comes over and tootles at her, she pats his "head" and goes back to waiting as the droid toddles off=-

Mike Ngo: alas, suppose it can't be helped

Tycho Celchu: -= walks up to the yacht and walks up the ramp with ugh following =-

Mike Ngo: ::enters the yatch::

Gavin Darklighter: :: he went up into the yatch::

Corran Horn: -=follows them into the yacht=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he tosses his bags in the cockpit and takes the co-pilot seat =-

Doc Anreson: -=reshoulders bag and heads to the yacht=-

Hobbie Klivian -=walks with Wes back to the hanger and enters the yacht=-

Myn Donos: -=walks up into the yatcht with his things=-

Wedge Antilles: -=enters the yatch=- -=Heads to the cockpit squeezing past his pilots=-

Doc Anreson: -=changes mind and stopps at foot of the ramp, calling for wily, who hadn't gone far. Enters Yacht with her droid.=-

Wedge Antilles: Hope you all took showers...

Doc Anreson: -=passes corran and shakes head slightly, frowning before moving to a place to sit=-

Myn Donos: -=grins=- I did.

Mike Ngo: ::stuffs his things in the carry-on compartments and sits down::

Tycho Celchu: -= starts a preflight as Ugh jacks into the scomp terminal =-

Doc Anreson: -=chuckles=-

Mike Ngo: ::rolls his eyes::

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs as he leans his head back::

Doc Anreson: Hope you don't mind my taking wily, Antilles... he can come in useful.

Tycho Celchu: -= puts on a headset and goes through the checks =-

Myn Donos: -=finds a place to put his things and sits=-

Hobbie Klivian -=stands at bottom of ramp waiting for everyone else to get on=-

Wedge Antilles: everything set?

Tycho Celchu: -= nods =- Yeah -= sour voice =-

Doc Anreson: -=nods=-

Wedge Antilles: -=powers up the repulsors=-

Mike Ngo: ::feels the ship rise slowly::

Tycho Celchu: -= checks out with flight control =-

Hobbie Klivian -=comes on last and lifts the ramp to close, stands right beside the door=-

Tycho Celchu: -= grabs the stick lightly and feathers the vector nozzels on the thrusters =-

Doc Anreson: -=Wily moves right in front of Doc, and she folds her arms on his dome, resting her chin on them=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the ship rises and slips slowly sideways =-

Wedge Antilles: -=feeds the coords he was given into the computer so there will be no wait when they hit space =-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho hits the thruster lever and pushes on the stick, the yacht glides slowly forward =-

Wes Janson: -=tries to wedge his way towards doc and hisses loudly as he utrs his ribs in the process=-

Doc Anreson: -=looks into nothingness as her mind wanders back to her childhood friend's death.... and fear for these other children who are facing similar, yet more maleficient fates=-

Tycho Celchu: -= sighs =- THis thing handels like a Hutt! -= kicks more power into the thrusters as the ship increases speed =-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he remembers when he was back home, playing with his brothers an sisters::

Tycho Celchu: -= the nose of the vessel tilts skyward as the ship breaks through the hanger into daylight =-

Wedge Antilles: Strap in everyone

Hobbie Klivian -=falls back against the door. hits the ship comm=- Be a little more careful, Tych. There's not much room back here.

Doc Anreson: -=looks up as Wily tootles her attention=- Wha? oh. -=leans back and strappes in=-

Myn Donos: -=sighes and straps in wondering about Talon Squadron=-

Tycho Celchu: Here goes nothing... -= tycho eases the thruster lever forward and kicks inthe main drive as the yacht streaks up into the sky =- Intership com > Sorry Hobbie

Doc Anreson: -=folds arms and returns to staring into nothing=-

Wes Janson: -=stands beside the doc, holding his ribs in pain=- hey doc...

Tycho Celchu: -= the ship hits orbat and clears the ring of Golan defense platforms =-

Doc Anreson: -=blinks, and looks up=- Wes, what is it? -=absently unstrapps and stands to move him to sit in her place=-

Hobbie Klivian -=grabs hold of the wall, since there are no more seats=-

Wedge Antilles: The coords are set Tycho

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wedge =- We are clear of shipping traffic and free to manuver boss

Doc Anreson: -=holds onto an oh-sith bar above their heads=-

Wes Janson: Can you take a look at this? -=opens shirt to reveal the large bacta patch covering the left side of his chest=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh whistles and the Hyperspace lever lights up, flashing =-

Doc Anreson: Yeah, -=lets go and gently begins removing the patch=-

Wedge Antilles: I'll let you do the honors.

Wes Janson: -=bites lip hard to hold back a cry of pain=-

Myn Donos: -=looks down not wanting to see=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Nods =- Intership com > Hang on Rogues..here we go!

Gavin Darklighter: ::he moves all the way to the hull, creating a small seat:: hobs sit down

Doc Anreson: -=eyes focus on the patch as she tries to remove it without too much hurt to wes=-

Hobbie Klivian I'm fine, Gav.

Gavin Darklighter: ::he looked at him in an almost emotionless tone:: alright

Tycho Celchu: -= throws the lever forward and the yacht leaps off into hyperspace, the stars streak then coalese into a blue white tunnel =-

Hobbie Klivian -=watches Amanda, then turns away=-

Doc Anreson: -=stumbles and falls into wes' lap as they jump forward=-

Wedge Antilles: -=pulls out a chart=-

Wes Janson: -=holds her tightly, knowing that if she fell, Hobbie would kill him=-

Tycho Celchu: -= sits back in the seat and sighs deeply letting go of the stick =- Well boss....now we wait

Wedge Antilles: from what Cracken told us we should be meeting this freighter they're watching right about here -=points=-

Mike Ngo: ::stares out a side viewport from his seat, his mind focused on this atrocity::

Doc Anreson: -=gets out of his lap, and returns to fixing him up,=- sorry Wes...

Mike Ngo: ::sets his jaw::

Wedge Antilles: Maybe 15-20 mins max for this jump

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at the chart =- Thats an awefully dangerous area of space to hype into

Gavin Darklighter: ::he slowly stood, and made his way to the cockpitt::

Wes Janson: It's ok... I'll live. Don't know if Hobbie will let me after that, but for now I will.

Gavin Darklighter: excuse me sirs?

Doc Anreson: -=shakes head=- Klivian'll be fine. -=finally gets patch removed and shakes her head=- Does it hurt badly? I can give you a slight local if you wnat.

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Tycho and Wedge::

Wedge Antilles: Yes Major?

Gavin Darklighter: What are we to do, if there are kids in the freighters?

Wes Janson: Honestly, it hurts like the sith, but if I go on a local, I won't be too much help.

Gavin Darklighter: ::lowers his head, and leans on the bulkhead:: I mean...

Wedge Antilles: Depends if they fight or not - Somehow I don't think the kids knew what was going on

Gavin Darklighter: I don't understand why people would do something like this... I don't think so either...

Doc Anreson: -= thinks a moment =- Not if it's a low dosage -=turns to droid=- open up, wily. -=droid opens a small hidden door to reveal a hypo and some jars, takes out one, and draws a small amount=-

Gavin Darklighter: all I can think about is my siblings...

Wes Janson: -=lowers voice=- Doc, what's going on with you?

Wedge Antilles: That's why then sent us Gavin. To end this.

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs::

Doc Anreson: -=puts the jar back, and gently pushes in the med, then sticks the hypo back into wily, the sharp going into a special spot she designated=-

Gavin Darklighter: yeah...I just hope we can...without bloodshed - thanks

Doc Anreson: What do you mean, 'going on'?

Mike Ngo: ::looks away from the viewport, trying to gather his thoughts::

Mike Ngo: a job, i have a job to do, regardless

Gavin Darklighter: ::he turned around and went back to his seat::

DESCRIPTION: *****HS Alarms go off*****

Wes Janson: He's worried about you...

Doc Anreson: -=quickly moves the ribs back into place and puts on a larg b-patch, then wrapps it against his torso so they stay in place=- I'm fine.

Tycho Celchu: -= begins looking over console, hand on the stick =- I have a bad feeling about this!

Wes Janson: -=hisses in pain from the tightness of the patch=-

Doc Anreson: I know it hurts, but it'll keep you from healing wrong, now lets see the rest of them.

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wedge =- Now what ?!

Wedge Antilles: Drop us out

Myn Donos: -=looks up quickly=-

Tycho Celchu: INtership com> Exiting Hyperspace...stand by!

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- I'd rather sit.

Hobbie Klivian -=mutters=- Sith. What's going on?

Gavin Darklighter: wanna sit now hobs?

Tycho Celchu: -= pulls the lever back slowly and the tunnel breaks up into streaks which resolve themselves to pinpoints of light =-

Doc Anreson: -=checks the one on forhead=- this one's okay -=checks arms, and shakes head as a couple have dust ground into them=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::the half seat still open::

Wes Janson: -=for once listens to the doctor's orders, then pulls her into his lap before the ship jolts=-

DESCRIPTION: *****Ship exits HS heading right in front and heading toward the freighter*****

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