Hobbie-Shelonei | Donos-Adam | Jagged-Corey
| Corran-Chris | Dana-Dana | Wes-Alison | Mike-Mike | Fenig-Leah
Derek H Klivian
: -=his hands are clasped almost prayer like, fingers templing
to his lips as he watches intently=-
Fenig Durak : ::Stands behind Hobbie's seat,
watching over his shoulder::
Col Jagged Fel : -=grimaces=- C> Three's down.
Derek H Klivian : C> -=quietly=- How down is he? Can
you give me some life readings?
Myn Donos : -=jumps out of the turret with pulling off his headset
and grabs his sniper rifle=-
Fenig Durak : ::Her
entire body went cold at the exchange via com::
Myn Donos : -=runs to the cockpit=- Boss? Where did he crash ? I'll
go cover it.
Mike Ngo : ::his snubfighter
hits the ground hard, but not enough to shatter bones or cause none too
serious injury::
Derek H Klivian : -=holds up a hand for quiet for a moment,
something having changed... they finally see what wedge saw in leaving
him behindin this position=-
Fenig Durak : I'll
go with you ::to Myn::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=quickly heads
to the spot three went down=- C> No sign yet. It didn't look too bad.
Derek H Klivian
: -=stands quickly=- C> Give me the coordinates. -=leans forward against the console=-
Myn Donos : -=glances at Feni=- You a good shot?
Fenig Durak : I
can be
Dana Hogan : -= she then made a mental note to
find the pilot who shot down Gav and give him her two sence, before recalling
she already did =-
Fenig Durak : ::holds
out empty hands though, showing that she was sans blaster::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Extends his
landing skids and quickly sets the fighter down crushing a few small trees=-
Myn Donos : -=stares intently at Hobbie=- I'm the best shot you have
now.
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Sends the
freighter the coords=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=holds up his hand=- Wait.
Corran Horn : C>2, check on 3, we'll be
there in a few
Derek H Klivian
: C> Got it. I'm sending Myn over with a medpack.
Fenig Durak : ::Looks
at Hobbie's back, trying to see over his shoulder::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=pops the canopy
and jumps out=-
Dana Hogan : -= she made her way to the cockpit
=- Okay, where's the base commander?
Corran Horn : -=pops the canopy, grabs his
blaster and jumps out=- -=runs over to the freighter=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=turns around=- You heard me, Myn. Grab a medpack,
and go with Horn to the site.
Col Jagged Fel : -=throwing his gear off as he runs makes his way to the
fighter=-
Fenig Durak : ::Her
face asked Hobbie what she could do::
Myn Donos : -=nods and heads out with a medpack=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=looks to feni=- Just make sure this thing will fly
again if we need it to.
Corran Horn : -=waits for myn, blaster in
hand=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Leaps over
a broken s-foil and part of the nose=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
sighed softly:: you got it
Myn Donos : -=looks at Corran=- I'm ready.
Derek H Klivian
: -=without a word, heads toward the back, realising he
hasn't heard a sarcastic peep from wes yet=-
Fenig Durak : ::darts
for more of her tools, the to the necessary engine components::
Corran Horn : Let's move -=starts off towards
the coordinates, checking them with his datapad=-
Derek H Klivian : -=sees Dana all decked out=- head down
to the ramp and keep watch for the time being.
Myn Donos : -=follows Corran=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=climbs up
onto the fighter=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=without waiting for a response, heads back to where
Wes is=-
Dana Hogan : -= nods =- Roger that...
Col Jagged Fel
: -=drops to his
knees and bangs on the cracked canopy=-
Mike Ngo : ::he sits motionless in his now powered-down
fighter, his head slumped forward and his hands drooped away from the flight
controls::
Dana Hogan : -= she made her way to the landing
ramp, pulling both DL-44s and sighing =-
Col Jagged Fel
: C> Need medical
attention here fast!
Myn Donos : We probably better run Jediboy.
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Pulls his
blaster and bangs on the cracked canopy=-
Derek H Klivian : -=sees wes unconscious, blood still flowing
from his head=- Sithspit.
Derek H Klivian : -=turns and runs to grab another medkit=-
Mike Ngo : ::does
not stir::
Corran Horn : C>We're on the way
Corran Horn : C>ETA 1 minute
Col Jagged Fel
: -=his blaster
bounces off the canopy=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
only vaguely heard Hobbie swear, but ignored it for now::
Corran Horn : -=accelerates to a fast jog
wordlessly=-
Myn Donos : -=keeps pace with Corran=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=tries to pull
away a broken piece=-: -=he can't get anything to
move=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=returns to Wes quickly, opening th pack and starts
to clean him up best he can.=- Come on buddy, you gotta give me a hard
time about that awful flying....
Mike Ngo : ::still remains
life-less::
Col Jagged Fel
: Hal pop the
hatch! -=knowing it won't work=-
Dana Hogan : -= she kept an eye out for the white armor of an
Imperial trooper =-
Corran Horn : -=arrives at the coords but can't
see anything.=- They must be a little further off, just not sure which
direction
Corran Horn : -=scans the area=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=climbs down
and grabs a rock=-
Myn Donos : -=looks around=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=Jumps back on the nose of the fighter and brings the
rock down on it as hard as he can=-
Mike Ngo : ::hal's upper shell-casing is cracked, a
nice chunk of durasteel plating and circuits missing::
Fenig Durak : ::Swore softly to herself at the
needed repairs, working quickly to get the necessaries up and running::
Corran Horn : -=grimaces=- C>2! we're at the coords you sent but we can't
find you are you sure they're correct?
Col Jagged Fel
: -=rock smashes
his hand as he brings it down=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=finds a nice nasty wound beneath the blood and puts
a bacta patch over it. Strains to lift wes up=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=yells out
in pain as he drops the rock=- SITH!
Myn Donos : I don't see anything.
-=looks around again=-
Derek H Klivian : -=lifts his best friend easily and brings
him back to lay on a bunk... he hopes that he'll be okay.=-
Mike Ngo : ::he stirs
slightly, blinking his eyes open weakly::
Myn Donos :
-=points in the direction of the crashed
fighter=- There they are! -=runs in that direction=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=jumps up and
down holding his hand between his legs=-
Dana Hogan : -= sighs, muttering something to
herself again, she was going to shoot first and ask questions later when
it came to getting past Imperial security, or Imperials period =-
Fenig Durak : ::She
unplugged wires and made an attempt to reroute power::
Corran Horn : -=follows myn=- Sithin' excitable
kids
Mike Ngo : ::looks up
slowly, his helmet seeming overly heavy on his head::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=turns back
to the canopy and jumps on it=-
Myn Donos : -=grins at Corran's
comment=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=he just lands
on it with a thud=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Looks in again
and sees Mike awake=-
Corran Horn : -=breaks into the freshly-made
clearing and sees Fel jumping on the canopy=-
Mike Ngo : ::his thoughts still racing from just beofer
the moment of the crash::
Fenig Durak : Sith!
::She pulled her hand back at the slight shock the new power connection
gave her, sucking on her finger::
Myn Donos :
-=grins at Fel and tosses him his sniper
rifle=- Try this.
Col Jagged Fel : -=catches it and quickly sets it down as he yells in pain
again from catching the thing in his hurt hand=-
Mike Ngo : ::his
dry mouth hangs partially open, his unfocusing eyes peering out of the
cracked viewport in front of him::
Col Jagged Fel
: Just get him
out. He just woke up.
Corran Horn : -=grins=- And climbs up on the
broken fighter next to Fel
Myn Donos : -=climbs up onto the damaged fighter=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
plugged in her diagnostics datapad, watching all the red flags streaming
up the screen, shaking her head:: Fen, remind yourself to 'thank' Hobbie
later
Derek H Klivian : -=looks at his chrono, and decides to
wait a few more moments before asking for a report=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=pulls the
glove off of his hurt hand and throws it at a tree as hard as he can=-
Mike Ngo : ::hears alot of noise outside his fighter::
huh? wha?
Myn Donos : -=pulls out his carbine and hits the canopy with it=-
Fenig Durak : :Leaving the datapd plugged in,
she picked from the list the more important systems and functions.::
Corran Horn : -=tries to calm down mike with
the Force=-
Myn Donos : -=barely scratches
the canopy=-
Mike Ngo : ::his head
starts to clear, he starts to realize what exaclty happened, looking around
and taking note of the extent of the damge to his fighter::
Derek H Klivian : -=sits down on the bunk beside wes and
runs a tired hand through his hair=- what're you getting yourself into
Hobs?
Fenig Durak : ::Sublight
drives: non responsive.:: That can mean anything! ::She scowls and kneels
down to get a better look::
Myn Donos : -=yells loud enough for Mike to hear=- You know what we
nee? Explosives...lots of explosives.
Mike Ngo : ::he tries to hit the hatch to open the
canopy::
Corran Horn : -=tries to get mike to relax and not do anything=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
smirked arrogantly and reached her arm in, reaching for the coupling that
had shaken loose::
Mike Ngo : ::the canopy opens, as the servos for the
mechanism have not been damaged::
Derek H Klivian : -=gets up, and with one last check of
Wes' pulse, goes to see what the girls are up to=-
Dana Hogan : -= sighs, muttering to herself again, then calling
back =- Hey, anyone in there need help? Just bugs out here...
Fenig Durak : ::She
looked back up at the datapad to see what the readout on the sublights
was now::
Corran Horn : -=the previous Force use drained
him a bit=- Myn! get in here with that med kit. Mike, relax and stay still
Derek H Klivian : -=sees that Fen is doing fine, and goes
down to stand 'guard' with Dana for a few minutes=- Hours of boredom
punctuated by moments of sheer terror, Dana
Mike Ngo : ::corrans commands register and he stays
still::
Myn Donos : -=looks at Corran and waves=- I'm right here. -=hands
corran the medkit since he has no skill in it=-
Fenig Durak : ::The
red flag had turned green and disappeared from the datapad's screen. She
moved onto the next. Repulsor lifts: malfunction::
Myn Donos : -=that and he's sitting right behind the canopy=-
Dana Hogan : I'll take the boredom to the terror,
but I wouldn't mind an Impy squad right about now... Something I know we
could handle...
Derek H Klivian
: -=leans back against the ship=- You and me both.
Fenig Durak : ::Scampering
around in the cramped space, she pried open a small wall hatch and leaned
the upper half of her body in, small flashlight held in her teeth::
Derek H Klivian
: -=looks at his chrono again and decides to call=-
Derek H Klivian : -=nodds to dana and goes bck to the ship,
shutting himself in the cockpti=-
Dana Hogan : If she needs help, let me know...
Derek H Klivian
: Yeah.
Derek H Klivian : C> Can you guys give me an update?
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Jumps off
the fighter and bends over his hand again=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
searches for any loose connections or shot wiring::
Derek H Klivian : -=door slides sht behind him=-
Myn Donos : C> Mike's ok, relatively speaking and Corran's gonna
treat him.
Corran Horn : -=opens the med kit and and
pulls out some bacta patches and other things=-
Derek H Klivian
: C> Do you think once he's stable you can all get back
here?
Fenig Durak : ::Frowning
aorund the flashlight in her mouth, she started feeling around in some
of the main components::
Corran Horn : -=starts patching mike's cuts and such using his Profession,
Law Enforcement skill=-
Corran Horn : Anything else hurt Mike?
Myn Donos : C> Depends if he has any broken bones.
Fenig Durak : ::She thought she felt frayed wiring,
but couldn't tell. She wriggles into the hatch more, looking between wiring
and around components::
Fenig Durak : It looks like a mynock was chewing
on this thing. ::She pulled the fried wiring out, switching it with new
wires from her pocket::
Mike Ngo : ::he undoes his restraining harness and
looks over himself:: I don't think anything 's broken, i'm just kinda shooken up...
i think
Dana Hogan : -= sighs, pacing around outside
=-
Derek H Klivian
: C> if anything's broken, splint him and carry him
back.
Corran Horn : Ok good. I was just being cautious
Corran Horn : -=steps back from the canopy
so mike can get out=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
backpedals out of hte hatch, carful not to hit her head, and checks the
datapad readout. She repulsors showing mostly green. The power source
was still faltering::
Mike Ngo : ::he gets up slowly...::
Myn Donos : -=nods, grabs his
sniper rifle and jumps off the starfighter=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=leaves his comlink on and clips it to his lapel=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=looks at his
fighter parked with the front end in the air at a 45 in a tree=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
scans the rest of the red flags, noticing that most of the problems were
power source failures::
Mike Ngo : ::expects
some dizziness to crop up from standing, which does not come. he vaults
from the side of his fighter and lands with ease on the ground::
Corran Horn : -=follows jag's gaze=- Nice
parking job by the way Fel
Corran Horn : -=hops off the broken fighter and walks to the edge of the
clearing leading back to the freighter=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=growls=-
Mike Ngo : ::gets a good
look at his fighter now:: dammit.... Hal!!!
Col Jagged Fel
: -=tucks his
hand away under his arm to try and stop the throbbing=-
Mike Ngo : ::he scammers up to the top of his trashed
x-wing:: oh sith...
Myn Donos : -=looks at Fel's fighter and let's his jaw drop=-
Fenig Durak : ::She replaced the repulsor hatch
covering and wiped her hands on her pants legs, grummbling:: ..power source
fried.... need a replacement.... I'll hurt him good... ::she left the
cramped compartment for another part of the ship, toting her stuff with her::
Fenig Durak : ::She opened up the main casing
over the powersource, wrinkling her nose against the faint smell of burnt
plastic::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=The tree his
fighter is resting in finally breaks under the pressure and sends wood
bits in all directions not to mention breaking his landing skid=-
Mike Ngo : ::allows himself
a few minutes of silence for his dead astromech before climbing off of
his starfighter and getting back to the mission, still a tad shaken but
is OK::
Derek H Klivian
: -=goes to the galley and starts up some Caf... they NEED
it=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=watches it all happen and places his good hand on his
head=- It's not a good day...
Wes Janson : -=still unconcious=- ((in case anyone was
wondering))
Fenig Durak : ::She
dropped her bag of tools and grabbed her comlink:: C>Hobbie?
Dana Hogan : -= she continued pacing around the
landing area, sighing =-
Derek H Klivian
: C> yeah?
Fenig Durak : C>Join
me at the main powersource please?
Derek H Klivian
: C> on my way
Corran Horn : -=walks up next to Fel, patting
him on the back=- Don't worry about the property damage, it's all in a
day's work when you're a Rogue
Myn Donos : I've seen worse days and had some worse days. Fel.
Fenig Durak : ::tucked
her com back in her hip pocket::
Fenig Durak : ::She leaned inside the housing,
holding her breath against the stink of plastic::
Derek H Klivian
: -=makes his way back to the power source=- You wanted
to-
Derek H Klivian : -=takes one look and groans=-
Mike Ngo : ::he walks
over to the rest of his escort crew::
Derek H Klivian : Can you fix it?
Mike Ngo : ::he
blinks:: what did you do to your hand? ::to fel::
Fenig Durak : ::she leaned back out of the housing,
her face lightly covered in dirt:: Maybe. If I had the right replacement
cabling.
Col Jagged Fel
: A rock hit me...
Derek H Klivian
: Do we?
Myn Donos : Hey let's get back to the freighter so we can treat Mike
better if we need to.
Fenig Durak : ::She
shook her head and wiped a sleeve over her face:: But let me tinker with it for a while
Derek H Klivian : -=leans down and pats her on the shoulder=-
I know you can do it.
Col Jagged Fel
: -=starts towards
the landing zone his hand still tucked under his arm=-
Fenig Durak : I
have the proper sealant and some of the right parts.... but there wasn't
any cabling... ::She smiled, or at least attempted to::
Corran Horn : -=follows after fel chuckling
to himself=-
Mike Ngo : ::a rock....
oh... ::remembers the banging noises on the canopy when he was half-conscious,
and feels a little guilty::
Myn Donos : -=starts heading
back to the frieghter that he's decided to nickname the "Flying Brick"=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=crouches down=- Well, you're with the rogues now.
Be creative.
Fenig Durak : Well,
the first idea that comes to mind is taking the power packs from the blasters....but
we need those
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Stops in his
tracks turns to the others=- Gavin?
Myn Donos : -=looks down=- Don't know Jag.
Derek H Klivian : could you rig something up that we can
use whatever we've got left when we're on our way out?
Mike Ngo : ::he decides that X-wings are not be the
end-all be-all starfighter there is, delegating the nickname to his now
trashed snubfighter "The Brick"::
Fenig Durak : ::She bit her bottom lip in thought::
Probably. But I don't want to wait too long,or more power will drain out
Dana Hogan : -= she was starting to get itchy,
surely someone down here knew they were there =-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=nods and turns
back around thinking 25% instead of 75%=-
Derek H Klivian : Can you stabelise it until then, and
when we need to, do you think you could do a swift job of converting things
over?
Corran Horn : -=the mention of gavin sets him
to thinking about all the times he'd saved the kids life, and all the
times the kid had saved his=-
Fenig Durak : Converting I'm not worried about.
Power is power is power. But sealing the leaks will be dangerous
Derek H Klivian
: -=sighs all ideas spent=- Well, do the best you can, Miss
Durak. We're counting on you.
Derek H Klivian : -=nods firmly and stands=- Caf'll be
ready shortly if you want some.
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Steps into
the Rogue's real landing zone and sees the freighter=-
Fenig Durak : Hobbie?
Derek H Klivian
: -=stops mid turn and looks down=- Yes?
Corran Horn : -=steps in after Fel and walks
to the landing ramp=-
Mike Ngo : did we do a good job? ::looking over the
battered freighter::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=gazes at the
freighter wondering how it ever made it down=-
Fenig Durak : ::she
pulled a tube of sealant and starts to crawl back into the hatch:: Don't
call me Miss Durak? Feni is fine
Col Jagged Fel
: I think so.
Myn Donos : -=following Mike=- What of battering it?
Dana Hogan : -= turns, a blaster
on corran and fel =- Oops... Sorry... -= she lowered them =- I'm antsy...
Derek H Klivian
: Alright... Feni.
Fenig Durak : ::she
nodded and was already mentally immersed in power leaks::
Corran Horn : -=claps dana on the back=- Don't worry about it Liutenant,
we all get that way
Derek H Klivian : -=heads back to the galley, looking in
on Wes briefly befure hearing the other's return and going to see that
they're all in more or less one pieces=-
Corran Horn : -=walks around her and up the
ramp=-
Dana Hogan : Some sooner than others...
Myn Donos : -=walks up the ramp=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=followed Corran up-
Fenig Durak : ::She pulls small metal patches
out of her equipment bag, the hand held welder, and her goggles, and dives
right back in::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=notices the
freighter is quiet=-
Dana Hogan : -= breathes a sigh of relief, figure
the recod she'd have if it'd said "blasted two allies on guard duty" =-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=to himself=-
Where's Wes?
Corran Horn : -=tosses his blaster and gunbelt into the corner of the main
room and heads off to catch some sleep=-
Myn Donos : I think he's sleeping somewhere.
Fenig Durak : ::Welding
patches to the power casing, the goggles nearly encompassing her smaller
face::
Derek H Klivian : -=comes to the front bay from the galley=-
Good that you're back.
Derek H Klivian
: Mike, you look awful, go take a bunk and get some sleep.
Derek H Klivian : There's Caf in the galley if you want
it. -=grabs up the medpak again and goes back to the sleepy rooms=-
Fenig Durak : ::Down
to her last three patches, she welds the last on, hoping that's enough
to stop power drainage externally. She plugs in the datapad and runs a
quick diagnostic on her work::
Mike Ngo : you sure?
there's nothing else that needs to be done here? ::kinda swaying from
fatigue::
Fenig Durak : ::She
smiles to herself, but crawls back into the main access hatch just to be
on the safe side with the leaks::
Derek H Klivian
: Do I need to carry you to bed too? Come on. -=waves
for mike to follow him to the sleeping area=-
Dana Hogan : -= hopes no Imps decde to investigate now, she was
being more careful =-
Myn Donos : -=finds a seat and idily wonders if Kirney is having this
much fun=-
Derek H Klivian : -=sees some blood showing through on
the patches on Wes' head, and replaces them quickly=-
Fenig Durak : ::While everyone elses gears up
for downtime, she goes back to the main engine compartment, intent on fixing
more of the smaller problems::
Derek H Klivian : -=notices some blood on Wes' flightsuit,
and can't quite tell if it's from what'd dripped from his head before,
or something he'd overlooked.=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=Unzipps WEs' flightsuit to take a peek=-
Fenig Durak : ::She sighs softly and shakes her
head. Leaving the main engine compartment, she goes in search of Hobbie::
Derek H Klivian : -=blinks, looks again, and peels off the
top of the flightsuit, laying wes down gently again=- A blastvest?!
Fenig Durak : ::She
peeked around a few corners before finding Hobbie, looking back down to
the diagnostic pad in her hand:: Hobbie, there are a few more sys.. :;stops::
What about a blastvest?
Derek H Klivian
: -=spins around, and hides wes from Feni=- Hm? Nothing.
Myn Donos : -=hears the shocked voices and heads in that direction=-
Derek H Klivian
: Can I help you with something Feni?
Col Jagged Fel
: -=Stands in
the now empty main room of the freighter=-
Fenig Durak : ::Wes
is a bit too big for Hobbie to hide like that:: Is that Wes? Is he hurt?
:;her voice a bit insistent::
Myn Donos : -=walks up next to Feni=- What was it that broke me out
of my daydream?
Derek H Klivian
: He's uhm... sleeping.
Fenig Durak : ::she
looked at the patch on his forehead:: Liar. What happened?
Derek H Klivian
: He got knocked about while we were flying. Now was there
something you needed or can I finish patching my best friend up?
Myn Donos : Sleeping shouldn't suprise someone that much.
Fenig Durak : ::she slipped the datapad in a
pocket. The status of the stabilizers could wiat:: Is there anything I
can do to help? ::her voice was soft, actually caring::
Col Jagged Fel
: -=shakes his
hand a little more removing the last of the pain and heads to the cockpit=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=tone softens=- Really, Feni, he's going to be fine.
I've just gotta dress him up a bit.
Myn Donos : -=leans on the doorjamb not wanting to walk further in=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=motions lamely at the medkit, still somehow able to
keep the blastvest from view=-
Myn Donos : -=shrugs=- Probably just needs a bacta dip.
Fenig Durak : ::She
nodded, not wanting to pry anymore, but still wanting to help::
Derek H Klivian
: Well, we dont' have a tank. -=turns around in dismissal,
still keeping his body in the way of their view as he checks to be sure
there're no other wounds.=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=enters the
cockpit and looks around for something he can do=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=sees none, and quickly works at using his flightsuit
to cover up the vest. He'll talk to Wes about it later.. privately=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=sees a small
round disk and picks it up=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
looked over Wes' face, she shakes her head and goes back to the engine room::
Wes Janson : -=moans softly, wincing=-
Derek H Klivian : -=stops moving Wes around=- You okay,
buddy?
Col Jagged Fel : -=pops it in and it brings up the layout of the ship=-
Wes Janson : -=groans again,
head rolling to the side=-
Derek H Klivian : You gonna live on me? -=gently lifts Wes to a seated position
to help him back on with the flightsuit, leaving the blastvest in place=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=checks where the storage area is=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=notes it and
shuts down the disk=-
Fenig Durak : ::works diligently on the secondary
systems::
Wes Janson : -=winces=- as long... as long as i get you....
some flying lessons.... when we get back... -=groans, eyes still shut=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=leaves the
cockpit and heads to the cargo area=-
Derek H Klivian : Fair enough.
Col Jagged Fel : -=grins at all the cool toys intel gave them to play with=-
Derek H Klivian : -=gets the flightsuit back on wes, and
gently lays him down again and zipps it up=- You just get some rest,
buddy. and I'll take all the flying lessons you want.
Col Jagged Fel : -=grabs one of the packs inside the freighter=-
Col Jagged Fel
: -=opens it and
sees two sets of clothing as well as tools and explosives=-
Wes Janson : moans and is out again, not really knowing
he was awake=-
Dana Hogan : -= she frowned, nothing was comming
so she sat down on the ramp =-
Derek H Klivian
: -=pats Wes' shoulder and brings up the sidebar so he
doesn't accidentally roll out of the bunk, then goes to the galley for
some caf=-
Fenig Durak : ::She was a bit distracted, her
thoughts on Wes. So much so that she shocked herself again:: Damn!
Derek H Klivian
: -=hears feni as he passes=- You okay?
Myn Donos : -=grins at Feni and follows Hobbie to the galley for caf=-
Fenig Durak : ::she
shrugs and doesn't turn around:: I suppose
Derek H Klivian
: If you need a caf break, take it. -=says nothing more
and goes to the galley=-
Myn Donos : -=follows Hobbie=- Hey boss, what's our next move?
Derek H Klivian
: Caf.. lots of caf -=chuckles as he pours a cup of the
near poison=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=eyes light up as he sees
the more luxurious things in the back=-
Fenig Durak : ::She buries herself in her work.
Always has, and probably always will when she was worried. She'd come
up with some of the greatest little toys when worried::
Col Jagged Fel : -=sets the pack down and grabs a silk red robe=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=thinks if he makes it back
he needs to join intel=-
Myn Donos : -=grins and grabs a cup and pours some caf for himself=-
So after caf and then sleep what next?
Col Jagged Fel : -=quickly gets out of his
flightsuit and dons the robe=-
Derek H Klivian
: We wait for our contacts to, well, contact us. -=sits
down and pulls a small holo from his pocket... looks at it with a brief,
sad smile... then returns it to his pocket as he sips at the extremely
strong caf=-
Myn Donos :
-=grins at the holo=- I'd bet you'd love
to know how I got that one.
Dana Hogan : -= notes she'd not be the best for
the contacts arrival, more likely to blast and then ask than to let anyone
she didn't recognize get near =-
Derek H Klivian
: Do tell.
Myn Donos : I'm a Wraith after
all. Doc was the only one who knew it was coming...that's why she looked
better then.
Fenig Durak : ::frustrated with a housing screw
that wouldn't come loose, she banged the wrench on it. Hard. Making loud
metallic echoes through the freighter::
Derek H Klivian
: I thought she always looked lovely -=quietly, sadly=-
Myn Donos : True
Col Jagged Fel : -=notices the words Colonel
on the chest and shrugs he was a colonel=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=Also notices that this was
the only one=-
Myn Donos : Our contact?
Derek H Klivian : I bet it's Feni... things were pretty
messed up.
Derek H Klivian
: -=suddenly realises who he left on watch=- I'll be
right back.
Derek H Klivian
: -=leaves caf on table and heads down to ramp where Dana
is out being her badarse self=-
Dana Hogan : -= he glanced back, hearing the
clanked and shaking her head =-
Myn Donos : -=grins=- I'll guard the caf then.
Fenig Durak : ::Yells
a string of swears, initially at the stubborn nut, but the subject slowly
changed. She stopped, shocked with herself.:: Whoa....
Derek H Klivian
: -=chuckles to himself at myn's remark, then stopps at
the doorway to the ramp=- Lieutenant Hogan?
Col Jagged Fel : -=Puts on the pair of fur
slippers=-
Dana Hogan :
-= she didn't look up
=- Yeah?
Col Jagged Fel : -=walks back into the main
room=-
Derek H Klivian
: come on in, we'll lock down so we can all be in decent
shape come morning.
Dana Hogan : -= nods, standing and moving up
the ramp =- Good idea...
Derek H Klivian
: I like to think so. -=waits for dana to enter before punching
the controls to lock down the freighter=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=sits down on a padded chair accross from Myn=-
Col Jagged Fel : This your caf?
Dana Hogan :
-= she entered, and
yawned slightly =- Our local engineer need help in there?
Myn Donos : -=sips his caf wearily and winces as soon as he does=-
Derek H Klivian
: If you want to help her, be my guest... though I'd guess
you could use some shut eye.
Fenig Durak : ::Her
shoulders slumped and she shook her head, trying to clear it of distraction::
Derek H Klivian
: if nothing else, grab a cup of caf.
Derek H Klivian : -=nods to dana and heads back to the
galley=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=shrugs and takes the caf that's sitting out=-
Myn Donos : -=looks up=- I wouldn't...
Derek H Klivian
: -=enters=- -=notices fel's attire=- Wha?
Dana Hogan : -= walks back to the engine housing,
just a guess at where Feni was =- Hello in there? Need a hand?
Derek H Klivian
: -=notices fel drinking his caf=- hey!
Myn Donos : -=grins=- Told ya.
Col Jagged Fel : I was, ah, keeping it warm?
Derek H Klivian
: -=stands there with his fists on his hips, looking like
peter pan=- That's my caf
Col Jagged Fel : -=holds out the caf=-
Fenig Durak : ::she looks over her shoulder at
Dana:: No, but I could use some company. If you don't mind that is
Derek H Klivian
: -=eyes Fel up and down once, then goes to take his cup
back. HIS cup *sniff*=- Go get your own caf, fancypants
Derek H Klivian
: -=on the mug is a symbol for the thyferra bacta corp.=-
Myn Donos : -=snickers and nudges his cup a little closer to him=-
Dana Hogan : You sure? I heard the clang all
the way out in front... -= grins =- Besides, I know a bit of mechanical
stuff myself...
Col Jagged Fel : You'll steal my seat.
Derek H Klivian : You stole my caf.
Fenig Durak : ::She shook her head:: I've got
it down. The rest is really simple stuff. Busy work really. I just need
company
Col Jagged Fel : I didn't drink any.
Myn Donos : Probably the only thing saving you now.
Dana Hogan : -= nods =- If you say so...
Derek H Klivian
: -=takes a swig of his ultrastrong caf. ahh, just like
wedge used to make it=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=props his feet up=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
leaned back on her arms, her hands flush against the deck. She had a light
layer of dust on her forehead, plastered there by a small bit of sweat::
Fenig Durak : How
was guard duty? ::She sucked at small talk. Big time::
Dana Hogan : I almost wasted two of our crew...
Otherwise, completely uneventful...
Corran Horn : -=can't get to sleep for thinking
about losing Gavin on his watch and gets up, heading to the main area=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=sits back down in his seat and sighs=-
Derek H Klivian
: Sith, Gavin... you can't be gone for good.
Fenig Durak : Sounds
terribly fun. ::She bit her bottom lip, still thinking about Wes::
Dana Hogan : Something on your mind?
Corran Horn : -=walks in and sees Myn, Fel, and hobbie, then notices Fel's
attire=- Fel, I don't know what the Chiss taught you about fashion, but
in the Republic clothes like that are a crime punishable by death
Fenig Durak : Hmm?
Uhm, no. ::she leaned forward:: Y'know, on second thought, I could use
some help here
Dana Hogan : What's the problem?
Myn Donos : -=snickers=-
Myn Donos : I think even Face would avoid those clothes.
Derek H Klivian
: -=isn't paying attention=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=grins=- Jealous? -=rubs
the smooth silk=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
tossed the diagnostic datapad to her. It's screen showed the flight stabilizers
were outof whack, the laser repeat fire was wonky andthe main power source
was still down::
Myn Donos : -=grimaces=- That's just wrong...no self respecting Corellian
would wear that.
Corran Horn : -=shakes his head=- I don't
know how Wedge ever put up with this for as long as he did....
Dana Hogan : -= raises a brow after reading the
pad =- Now I remember wy the DX-9 was my favorite...
Col Jagged Fel : I'm just getting comfortable.
You all should be too. I'll guarantee you that whatever comes next will
be even tougher.
Myn Donos : I'll guarantee it.
Fenig Durak : ::She
laughed softly, more of a forced laugh then an amused one:: Well, I have
the powersource stabilized for now. I'll have to drain any weapons and
other power sources that I can before we leave though
Corran Horn : I don't care if a fleet of Death
Stars is coming I'm not wearing that.
Dana Hogan : The power return isn't functional?
Col Jagged Fel : -=gets an idea and gets out
of his padded chair=-
Derek H Klivian
: I wouldn't mind having a robe like that -=smirks slightly
and finishes the horrid caf, then goes to get another cup=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=heads to where Dana and
Fenig are making repairs =-
Fenig Durak : No, but I have a smaller power
source we can use to test the other systems
Dana Hogan :
-= takes one glance at
Fel and sighs, shaking her head =-= It's not your color...
Col Jagged Fel : -=approaches them and kneels
down his robe falling at a puddle around his feet=-
Fenig Durak : ::She had opened hermouth to say
something, but her jaw just hung slack when she looks at Fel::
Col Jagged Fel : Are you about done Ms. Durak?
Corran Horn : -=drops down in fel's vacated
chair=- This is going to be a long mission
Myn Donos : -=grins=- Just be glad I haven't shown him my Agamar
costumes Hobbie.
Fenig Durak : ::She
shuts her mouth quickly and rolls her eyes:: Why does everyone call me
that? Its like I'm a teacher or somethin
Derek H Klivian
: Oh I am -=pours his caf=- You want some caf corran?
Wedge showed me how Iella makes it. real strong, keeps you virtually
sane.
Dana Hogan :
-= she turned around,
not facing Fel any more less she lose her usual cold persona, this would
have peaked a smile if she looked longer =-
Myn Donos : -=grins=- Besides that's my way to disturb people.
Corran Horn : Yeah I know that caf, drank
gallons of it on stakeouts. Probably causes massive organ failure. Give
me some.
Derek H Klivian
: -=pours a mug for Corran, plops it in front of him,
then seats himself again=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=looks morose as usual=-
Col Jagged Fel : I should take that as a no
then?
Myn Donos : I believe that stuff is a controlled substance...we used
it to sedate people on some missions.
Fenig Durak : ::She
moves away from Fel, picking back up on her repairs::
Corran Horn : -=nods=- thanks. How long until
our contacts are supposed to show?
Derek H Klivian
: No clue, I know about as much as you guys. Need to
work on this communication t hing with Cracken
Myn Donos : -=mutters=- He's worth with the Wraiths.
Col Jagged Fel : -=grins looking at her dust
covered face=- Well when you're done my fighter's a quarter mile north
of here. It's got a broken landing strut and I think the shield generator's
shot.
Dana Hogan : So, do you know what is wrong with
the laser fire? -= she didn't let on her area of expertise was linguistics,
which made he a rather good hacker as a result, and general reapir was
something she was only okay with =-
Col Jagged Fel : Then I think Mike's fighter
will need some work.
Corran Horn : Cracken isn't interested in communication unless it's info
coming to him. I would bet all my creds that he knows what's happening
on nearly every planet in the galaxy
Derek H Klivian
: And WHO is on that planet. I'd have to agree wth you
there, Corran.
Col Jagged Fel : -=stands grinning in his
perfectly clean red robe=-
Fenig Durak : ::She
looked back at him, careful not to look at his clothing:: You'e got
to be joking. You people rip on Hobbie all the time.... ::she shakes her
head, waving a hand:: I'll get to it in the morning
Corran Horn : -=sips the caf and groans=- Wow...I'd forgotten just how
bad this sludge really was
Derek H Klivian
: I've gotten used to it.
Derek H Klivian
: -=stops and sets his caf down, just staring in the mug
in thought=-
Dana Hogan : If you needed com systems, I'd be
perfect there... Otherwise, i'm just a general wire-fixer....
Myn Donos : -=goes back to daydreaming=-
Col Jagged Fel : -=shrugs intending it to be
a joke, but since she said she'd do it he leaves it be=-
Fenig Durak : Oh,
well then you'll be perfect for the flight stabilizers. The wires are
completely fried. They need to be switched out ::She pulled a bundle of
wires from her pocket and held them out:: trade color for color
Dana Hogan : -= she nodded, taking the wires =- I build a high-speed
engine from scrap, wire-for-wire shouldn't be THAT hard...
Fenig Durak : Not
in the slightest ::she pointed to the stabilizers::
Col Jagged Fel : -=turns and heads back into
the main room=-
Derek H Klivian
: -=finishes up his caf=- I'm going to bed down. I'm
sure the contacts have a way of letting us know when they get here.
Dana Hogan :
-= she moved over to
them, starting to switch the shot wires for the good ones in a rether
mechanical pace and method =-
Myn Donos :
-=grins=- Hopefully it doesn't involve
blasting the door down.
Derek H Klivian
: I'm sure Lt. Hogan'll be the first to greet them if
that happens *chuckles and sets his cup in the sink to wash out later...
maybe=-
Myn Donos : Probably.
Fenig Durak : ::She
moved on to the repeat fire mechanism. Popping off the shaped covering,
she inspected it closely, using a screwdriver to poke around with, not
wanting to be shocked a third time today::
Corran Horn : -=walks over and dumps out the caf=- I'll never be able to
sleep if I drink that... See you in the morning Myn -=heads back to try
and sleep=-
Myn Donos : See ya, I'll do a voluntary guard shift. I'm wired.
Derek H Klivian : If you want to. we're locked up tight
I don't think anything's getting in. Goodnight Myn.
Myn Donos : Yeah, oh well.
I won't be able to sleep tonight anyways.
Fenig Durak : ::She shrugged:: Must be in one
of the turrets. ::She stood:: I'll be back
Myn Donos :
-=rolls his eyes=- Oh yeah, I will.
Derek H Klivian
: -=gives myn a little wave and starts heading back to
the bunks=-
Dana Hogan : -= nods =- Maybe ventral, I didn't
seem to take any hits at all...
Fenig Durak : ::She
left the engine room for one of the turrets, not climbing in, but accessing
the relays and such for each gun::
Col Jagged Fel : -=enters the main room again=-
Dana Hogan : -= he continued to replace wire
for wire in the same robotic fasion =-
Derek H Klivian
: Goodnight, Fel.
Myn Donos : -=walks out of the galley and heads to the loading ramp
and finds a seat=-
Col Jagged Fel : Night Colonel.
Derek H Klivian : -=leaves the main roon/galley and goes
back to the bunks. climbs into a bunk above Wes and goes into a troubled
dream laden sleep=-
Fenig Durak : ::searches the ventral turret's
hookups first::
Dana Hogan : -= SHE wasn't sure what to do with the buned out
wires, considering using them for something else back at home =-
Fenig Durak : ::She shakes her head and calls
back to Dana:: who was in the ventral turret?
Myn Donos : -=Myn slips into a daydream about Kirney and lets the
night go by=-
Dana Hogan : I think it was Myn... I didn't see...
Dana Hogan : -= calls back =- And I was dorsal...
Fenig Durak : ::she
mummbles to herself:: And Wes was the last... ::she shakes her head again,
leaving the covering on th deck to go have a talk with Myn::
Col Jagged Fel : -=sits in the main room wondering=-
Fenig Durak : ::She rests her hands on her hips
and cants her head to the side, watching the stupid look on the sniper's
face:: You'd think being a sniper you'd know how not to ruin a gun turret
Myn Donos : -=looks up somewhat startled=- Huh?
Fenig Durak : ::She
snorted a laugh:: How long have you been dealing with various weapons?
Myn Donos : Depends on the system...
Fenig Durak : ::She
shook her head:: This is a better question. Ever ruin the repeat fire
mechanism on a turret? Or any blaster for that matter?
Col Jagged Fel : -=hearing the exchange he
now wonders what he's going to get when Fenig sees his fighter=-
Myn Donos : Not really. I'm generally good with that stuff. Unlike some other things...
Fenig Durak : ::she
laughed softly, making herself relax visibly:: The automatic repeat fire
on your turret is fried. Just thought you'd like to know
Myn Donos : Oh, must have been from blasting at the Star Destroyer
so much.
Dana Hogan : -= she stood up as she replaced
the last wire, taking the bunch of burnt outs and pocketing them =-
Fenig Durak : Glad
to know you were enjoying yourself. ::She wrinkled her nose:: What is
that smell?
Myn Donos : -=thinks back=- That's the first time in a long while
that I've fire at anything like that.
Myn Donos : -=shrugs=- Probably the caf.
Fenig Durak : ::She
grimaced:: If you need me, I'll be working somewhere
Dana Hogan : -= she started for the turret that
Myn had been in, expecting to meet Feni there =-
Myn Donos : -=nods=- Ok.
Col Jagged Fel : Why don't you relax? We're
not going to need this flying box anymore.
Col Jagged Fel : The General said we'd be
picked up.
Fenig Durak : Hobbie asked me to have it flight
ready. Besides, ::She tapped her forehead:: I need something to keep
me busy
Col Jagged Fel : -=nods=- I guess we only get picked up if we aren't eaten,
shot, blown up, or get hit with some bio weapon.
Fenig Durak : ::She
paused at the door:: I'm glad you have confidence in my disarming abilities
Col Jagged Fel : So if someone makes it back
they can use this...but then they'll have to get past that fleet alone.
Fenig Durak : ::Her
voice was soft, downtrod, all around not the normal Feni. But then, no
one was themselves at the moment::
Col Jagged Fel : -=thinks about what he said=-
I just realized we're in one big mess.
Chandra of NoD: -= she waited for Feni at the
turret, figuring she'd be back=-
Fenig Durak: ::Back at the turret, she managed
a wry grin for Dana:: I think that was the first time Myn's ever ruined
a gun
Chandra of NoD: -= nods =- You don't mind if
I keep the burn-outs, do you?
Fenig Durak: ::Sheblinks:: Why would you
want them? They're useless
Chandra of NoD: Call it what you will, but I
can fine use for them...
Fenig Durak: ::She shrugs:: They're all
yours. ::She bends to pick up the covering, replacing it::
I think though, I'm going to take a short break before working more on this
thing
Col Jagged Fel: -=gets up and thinks about going
to bed=-
Chandra of NoD: -= nods =- Good call...
Fenig Durak: ::She waves briefly to Dana before
disappearing towards the bunks::
Chandra of NoD: -= nods, walking to the cockpit
and sliding into a chair therein =-
Myn Donos: -=silently dreams about other times
and other places, not exactly the past but not exactly the future...=-
Fenig Durak: ::She glances around before slipping
into Hobbie and Wes' bunk room. She frowned softly at the Tanaabian,
brusing his har back gently from the bacta patch onhis forehead. She
leaned over him, a pang of guilt hitting her. She'd have the disks
recalled when they got back. Wes stirred gently, his eyes fluttering
open in a daze. She smiled softly, nervously at
him. He frowned and blinked a few times, trying to make sense out
of his surroundings. She shushed him gently before speaking in a
whisper:: Shh.. Wes, I'm sorry. ::His eyes closed again
and she kissed his forehead softly before leaving. Returning to her
work::
Col Jagged Fel: -=changes out of his robe in the
back room and then heads to the bunks=-
Chandra of NoD: -= she yawned agan and streached,
feeling fatigued already =-
Fenig Durak: ::She passes Fel on the way back
to the turret, her cheeks flushing softly. she pushes a strand of hair
behind herear, murmuring:: G'night
Col Jagged Fel: -=passes Feni=- Night, try
and sleep some. -=slips into his and his wingmate's bunk room and quietly
climbs to the top bunk=-
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