DESCRIPTION: --- The day after doc moved was different from many others. Myn missed breakfast and was late for sims. Nobody had seen Doc or Hobbie all day. Late that afternoon, they all received a call to come to the briefing room. - Wes had also been absent most of the day ---

Gavin Darklighter: ::he left his room, wondering what the briefing was about, and what was the new mission::

DESCRIPTION: --- Wedge and Tycho stand at the front of the room with Mirax. They're discussing something quietly ---

Mike Ngo: ::comes out from his quarters, zipping up his flight suit and walking to the briefing room::

Gavin Darklighter: ::he entered the briefing room, right after Mike, his datapad in hand incase it was needed::

Mike Ngo: ::walks into the briefing room, his eyes adjusting to the slightly darker conditions compared to the hallways::

Tycho Celchu: -= speaks silently to Wedge and Mirax so that no others overhear =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::taking a seat , he covered a yawn, and looked at Tycho, Mirax and Wedge::

Mike Ngo: ::takes a seat, waits patiently from the briefing to start::

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks over at Mike, quietly:: hey - whats going on?

Mike Ngo: ::looks over:: hey gavin ::shrugs:: havn't the foggiest

Gavin Darklighter: ::nods as he moves to sit next to him:: I wonder where the others are

Tycho Celchu: -= looks over the assembled pilots =- Guess some people don't know the meaning of ontime...eh Wedge?

Gavin Darklighter: ::he sits back, proping his legs, on the lower chair infront of him::

Wedge Antilles: Guess not, maybe we should put out free food and they'd be here an hour early.

Wes Janson: -=walks in, his teeth gritted. goes and takes a spot in the back of the room, not speaking to anyone=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::crossing his arms he gets comfy, and closes his eyes:: :: ...as he waits for the others to show::

Mike Ngo: ::looks around the relatively empty room, biting his lower lip::

Tycho Celchu: Ahh..Wes is here

Myn Donos: -=walks in grinning and picks a seat near the back=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::opens one eye, as he looks down at the assembled "leaders" :: :: goes back to sleep::

Mike Ngo: ::waits patiently::

Myn Donos: -=wonders what is taking Hobbie and Doc so long=-

Doc Anreson: -=Doc and Hobbie enter, hand in hand - he wearing a huge goofy-looking grin, she wearing an uncertain smile. Behind them, Clink and Wily trundle along quietly beeping to each other=- -=they move to sit in the back=-

Wes Janson: -=leans back in seat and tosses legs over the back of the chair in front of him. he winces slightly, then just crosses his arms=-

Wedge Antilles: -=catches a glimpse at the two pilots entering=- That was quick.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he looks back as the door slides open, raising a brow at the latecommers::

Doc Anreson: -=Wily buzzes along and rolls into place just behind doc's chair=-

Myn Donos: -=grins as Clink rolls up next to him and speaks to him quietly=- Did you have fun buddy?

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks back at Wes, then to the front::

Doc Anreson: -=blushes slightly and looks down, letting go of Hobbie's hand as she seats herself=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes her hand back in his after sitting down=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Wedge=- At least they showed up.

Tycho Celchu: -= eyes the two walk in and makes a mental note to talk about PDA =-

Wedge Antilles: -=Steps up to the podium=-

Doc Anreson: -=nervously fiddles with the laser scalpel in her left pocket=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::nods, slightly agree with Myn::

Mike Ngo: ::sits straighter in his chair, ready for a lecture::

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Wedge, as he sits up::

Wedge Antilles: Okay pilots listen up.

Gavin Darklighter: ::listens up::

Tycho Celchu: -= returns to his seat =-

Myn Donos: -=sits up and puts his hand on Clink=-

Doc Anreson: -=looks up at Wedge, straightening in her seat=- -=waits expectantly for Wedge to begin the briefing=-

Wedge Antilles: Early this morning Mirax gave me a message she had recorded.

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- Uh oh.

Wedge Antilles: Based on the information contained in the recording I am putting together a mission.

Doc Anreson: -=bites her lip=-

Mike Ngo: ::blinks::

Doc Anreson: -=mutters under her breath=- this oughtta be good....

Myn Donos: I hope it doesn't involve any kids tugging on my hair again.

Wedge Antilles: Since this is kinda personal this mission is non-mandatory

Gavin Darklighter: ::grins at Myn::

Mike Ngo: Flying? do we get to fly?

Doc Anreson: -=raises an eyebrow and stops fiddling with her laser scalpel, bringing her left hand out of her pocket to rest it on Wily's dome, the droid having move dup to sit next to her=-

Wedge Antilles: Without further delay I'll play the voice recording.-=Presses a button on his datapad=--=raises the volume=-

DESCRIPTION: --the recording has much static, but a familiar voice can be heard--

Jagged Fel: "This is Jagged Fel of the New Republic. My fighter's been damaged and is going down."

Myn Donos: -=eyes widen=-

Doc Anreson: -=eyes widen=- You made it?!

Wes Janson: -=eyes slant a bit=-

Doc Anreson: -=grin breaks out on her face=- Wait'll Siee hears this!

Mike Ngo: ::listens::

Gavin Darklighter: :: sits up straight, mouth open::

Doc Anreson: -=unconsciously squeezes Hobbie's hand=- I'm definitely in on this.... We gotta get him back.

Mike Ngo: ::listens intently to the rest of the recording::

Gavin Darklighter: :: decides instantly to be in the mission::

Doc Anreson: -=resists the urge to jump up and announce that she's in=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Shuts the message off=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks over and smiles, squeezing her hand back=- I'll go no matter what.

Doc Anreson: -=jumps up=- I am SO in on this!

Wedge Antilles: As you can see it was kind of short.

Doc Anreson: -=realizes she failed in resisting the urge, and quickly sits back down, blushing in embarrassment=-

Mike Ngo: Rescue op general?

Myn Donos: Once a Rogue always a Rogue, and he's a Rogue and I'm in.

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Wedge:: Count me in

Wedge Antilles: Yeah Captain, but we're not sure if he even survived the crash

Gavin Darklighter: ...too

Wedge Antilles: Anyway all this happened above the planet Laramedd.

Gavin Darklighter: with due respect sir...he's been "killed" before he'll survive this

Wedge Antilles: Mirax will fill you in with a description of it.

Doc Anreson: -=mumbles to hobbie wonderingly=- must be a rogue thing.....

Wes Janson: -=closes eyes and lets his mind just think, trying to focus on what he should do=-

Myn Donos: -=grins at Doc=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Waves Mirax forward=- The floor is yours.

Hobbie Klivian: -=smiles and chuckles=- yep.

Mike Ngo: ::turns to mirax, wanting more info in this planet::

Corran Horn: Yeah being presumed dead happens on occasion when you're a Rogue

Doc Anreson: -=grinns back=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks back at Wes, knowing whats wrong, turns back to Mirax::

Myn Donos: -=looks back at Mirax=-

Doc Anreson: -=listens intently=-

Mirax Terrik Horn: -=steps up to the front=- Lamaredd is the second planet in the Lamaro system. -=she hits a button and a holo appears of the system=- It's 85% water.

Gavin Darklighter: ::smiles to himself, remembering his waterless home planet::

Doc Anreson: -=blinks=- wow....

Mike Ngo: hmm... ::winces::

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks over at Mike:: ?

Mirax Terrik Horn: -=zooms the holo up on the planet. a city that looks much like a crashed Neimodian control ship=- It is now a port for tourists more than anything. THeir main export is... fish, what else.

Doc Anreson: -=sniggers=-

Myn Donos: Umm, big fish?

Hobbie Klivian: -=eyes widen and a huge grin crosses his face=-

Corran Horn: Umm, even bigger fish?

Mirax Terrik Horn: Let's just say i've done quite a few runs from there.

Doc Anreson: -=looks slightly worried=-

Mirax Terrik Horn: From what I understand, there are some huge fish on that planet.

Doc Anreson: There's always bigger fish, corran.

Gavin Darklighter: huge? ::gulps::

Mirax Terrik Horn: Yeah, huge, as in they can swallow fishing trawlers whole.

Myn Donos: Sith

Mike Ngo: oh my...

Doc Anreson: -=sits back in the seat, her hand shaking she lets go of Hobbie's and twists at her ring=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks slightly worried at Amanda=-

Doc Anreson: -=listens to Mirax intently=-

Mike Ngo: ::Raises hand::

Hobbie Klivian: Yes Mike?

Tycho Celchu: -= sits at the side of the podium queitly taking notes on his datapad =-

Mike Ngo: What type of actions will this operation involve? and are there any other threats on planet that we should be aware of other than the sea life?

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks back to Mirax::

Mike Ngo: if it's the case that Fel splashed down on planet

Myn Donos: If he splashed down he might still be alive...assuming that he didn't drown.

Mirax Terrik Horn: -=sighs slightly=- Well, there are the pirates. When the planet was settled, a man named Bartyn brought in QUarren, Gungan, Mon Cal and Chagrians to do his dirty work.

Corran Horn: Ugh...Gungans...I HATE Gungans

Myn Donos: -=makes a mental note to shoot any gungans=-

Tycho Celchu: Cmdr Horn! Keep your comments to yourself -= looks at MIrax =- Please Continue

Mirax Terrik Horn: Needless to say, when your workers don't get along, there tends to be dissention in the ranks.

Mike Ngo: ::nods::

Gavin Darklighter: ::raises a brow::

Mirax Terrik Horn: However, that was long before Palpatine. Now they are more or less peacefull. Lets just call this Nar Shadda on water.

Gavin Darklighter: :: waits for Mirax to go on::

Mike Ngo: ::nods:: okay

Mirax Terrik Horn: Any other questions?

Gavin Darklighter: when is this gonna go off??

Mirax Terrik Horn: -=looks at Wedge=-

Doc Anreson: nar shadda on water? must be crazy.......

Wedge Antilles: -=Speaks up=- You all have two standard hours to get ready.

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- More than usual.

Wedge Antilles: As soon as the briefing is let out that is.

Tycho Celchu: -= stands and pockets his datapad in the thigh pocket of his black flight suit =-

Mike Ngo: Method of deployment?

Gavin Darklighter: ::nods::

Doc Anreson: -=takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly to calm her rapid heartrate=-

Corran Horn: -=groans=- I thought we were done

Myn Donos: -=grins=- You wish.

Wedge Antilles: We will all be riding in a luxary yatch except for Mirax who will pilot the Skate there.

Doc Anreson: -=looks at Corran=- SOMEBODY's in a mood....

Gavin Darklighter: what gear will we need?

Doc Anreson: -=raises a hand=-

Wedge Antilles: Your snorkle, a watersuit, and a pair of flippers

Myn Donos: Wow someone's in a worse mood than Doc was? Amazing.

Wedge Antilles: Yes Commander?

Doc Anreson: I'm assuming there will be some sort of cover for this...... What is it?

Gavin Darklighter: :: grins::

Wedge Antilles: Okay here's your assignments

Gavin Darklighter: will we also need floaties?

Doc Anreson: -=mumbles=- I probably will........

Wedge Antilles: Tycho and I will be escorting Wes, posing as a sharpshooter, and Doc, posing as his girlfriend. We had to assign someone to be Wes' girlfriend cause no one would step forward.

Wes Janson: -=eyes pop open=- Hey!

Doc Anreson: -=blinks=-

Mike Ngo: ::laughs::

Hobbie Klivian: -=jaw drops=-

Myn Donos: -=grins=- I don't blame them.

Gavin Darklighter: :: hides a grin::

Wes Janson: -=stands up=- what do you mean no one would step forward?

Tycho Celchu: -= steps out of the room =-

Doc Anreson: -=looks slightly panicked=-

Wedge Antilles: -=shrugs=- Sorry bud

Wes Janson: What, you don't think I'm sexy? I'm damn sexy! I have a sexy body! -=struts=- women would die to be with me!

Wedge Antilles: -=Puts his head into his hands on the podium=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: can't hold it in, he bursts out laughing::

Doc Anreson: -=looks down as she spins the ring on her right hand and sighs=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=jaw still open, looking at Wes like he's crazy=-

Corran Horn: -=is cracking up=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Wes=- Well I think Clink would be your girlfriend but it'd look odd.

Doc Anreson: -=starts sniggering=-

Wedge Antilles: -=shakes his head still in his hands=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: gets control of himself, and hushs up:: sorry...

Doc Anreson: -=nature kicks in=- Course you are Wes -=says amiably=-

Mike Ngo: ::shaking his head, grinning::

Wedge Antilles: -=regains himself=-

Gavin Darklighter: come on guys this is serious...one of us, is in trouble...we need to maintain focus...

Doc Anreson: -=nods to Gavin and returns her attention to Wedge, instantly serious once more=- -=still fiddling with her ring-=

Wes Janson: -=sighs and sits=- fine. I'll just shoot things. I like shooting better anyways.

Gavin Darklighter: ;:looks down to Wedge::

Myn Donos: -=looks back at Mirax and Wedge trying to cover his grin=-

Wedge Antilles: Ahem, -=smiling just barely=- Okay the rest of you will pose as fishermen trying to catch "the big one".

Mike Ngo: ::sighs::

Wedge Antilles: Major Klivian will be in charge of that team.

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks up=- me?

Wedge Antilles: -=nods=- You have the most water experience out of everyone.

Myn Donos: -=grins at Hobbie=- You can do it.

Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=- Well, true.

Wedge Antilles: Wear clothing that matches your character and that you can swim in if we need to take an unexpected dip.

Myn Donos: -=considers being a fisherman from Agamar=-

Doc Anreson: -=bites lip at mention of swimming=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho heads back to his quarters =-

Gavin Darklighter: :: makes mental note to tell Hobbie he can't swimm:: :nervouse look:: take a dip? as in fall in the water??

Wedge Antilles: Yeah

Gavin Darklighter: ::gulp::

Corran Horn: -=hears wedge and gav=- Could we give him a repulsor belt or something? I can understand him not being able to swim.

Mike Ngo: ::punches gavin in the shoulder:: don't worry they'll probably give us breathing units.... hopefully

Doc Anreson: -=starts running ideas through her mind of what sort of girlfriend a sharpshooter like weswould have=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::quietly to Mike:: do you know where my floaties?

Myn Donos: -=winces=- I'm not sure if that'd fit with the fisherman type.

Gavin Darklighter: ::eyes widen at both mike and Corran::

Hobbie Klivian: Every fishing trawler has safety equipment. Not to worry.

Gavin Darklighter: yeah...::punched:: on...

Wedge Antilles: You will all be given an organic gill before we leave.

Doc Anreson: Uhm... what's an Organic Gill?

Wedge Antilles: -=smiles=- I'm glad you asked.

Myn Donos: Please, yes, explanation.

Wedge Antilles: -=Reaches into the podium=-

Doc Anreson: -=suddenly feels rather uneducated, but feels better when myn doesn't know either=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls out a starfish looking thing=-

Doc Anreson: -=blinks=-

Wedge Antilles: This here is a living gill

Myn Donos: -=eyes widen=-

Doc Anreson: How... how does it work?

Wedge Antilles: It's a creature that filters the ocean water to provide oxygen.

Doc Anreson: Okay.. wrong question. WHat do you do with it?

Wedge Antilles: You place the slimy guy over your face.

Wedge Antilles: -=Attaches the animal over his mouth=-

Myn Donos: -=mutters=- That's real attractive.

Doc Anreson: -=gets a look of horror and panic=- -=whispers=- I can't do that.......

Wedge Antilles: -=adjusts the clamps=- -=raises the com volume level on it=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks at Amanda=- Hopefully you won't have to.

Doc Anreson: -=bites her lip=-

Mike Ngo: ::blinks::

Doc Anreson: -=clamps down that passive look once more=-

Wedge Antilles: C> It has a microphone and a com built into it

Myn Donos: Kinda like Piggy.

Wedge Antilles: C> The membrane of this little guy is what filters the water out

Doc Anreson: -=looks at myn curiously=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at wedge::

Myn Donos: -=looks at Doc=- Gamorrean Pilot who had a translator implanted in his throat. Kinda like that.

Wedge Antilles: C> It's mainly used for Mon Cals when they have been breathing air for a long time and they're going to switch to breathing water

Doc Anreson: -=nods=-

Gavin Darklighter: um... do they hurt?

Myn Donos: Wouldn't it be the same way with Quarren?

Wedge Antilles: C> It lets them still breath oxygen so the switch is so uncomfortable - Not at all Major. And yes for Quarren also.

Doc Anreson: -=does not like the idea one bit=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Takes the animal off=-

Gavin Darklighter: umm...may I?

Wedge Antilles: -=Wipes away the residue from the lower half of his face=--=tosses the animal to Gavin=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: starts to reach for the animal::

Wedge Antilles: Any questions?

Gavin Darklighter: ::catches it::

Doc Anreson: -=mind shrieks=- I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this..........

Gavin Darklighter: :: he looks at the creature a bit slimy in his hand::

Hobbie Klivian: -=senses Amanda's fear and takes her hand=-

Gavin Darklighter: interesting...

Wedge Antilles: No?

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks back at Amanda:: wanna take a look? it might help

Doc Anreson: -=quickly shakes her head=-

Wedge Antilles: Okay then be in the hanger in two hours. If you're not there I won't think twice about it. It's totally up to you.

Gavin Darklighter: ok

Mike Ngo: Let me see gavin

Wedge Antilles: Dismissed.

Gavin Darklighter: ::gives it to Mike:: here

Wedge Antilles: -=Steps down=-

Mike Ngo: ::takes the biologic::

Tycho Celchu: -= leaves quarters wearing black BDU's with a gunbelt and IMP tie pilot boots. =-

Wes Janson: -=quietly stands and makes to walk up to Wedge=-

Mike Ngo: ::examines it, standing up::

Corran Horn: -=wanders out to hunt down mirax=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he looks at the slime trail left in his hand, as he stands::

Mike Ngo: hmm... ::grins::

Doc Anreson: -=sits in her seat, stunned=-

Myn Donos: -=gets up and looks at Doc=- You ok?

Mike Ngo: ::hesitantly places the gill over his mouth and nose like wedge demonstrated::

Hobbie Klivian: -=squeezes Amanda's hand=- Are you alright?

Gavin Darklighter: ::wipes the slime off, and looks up, as Corran leaves::

Doc Anreson: -=sits there a moment, then slowly nods=- I will be..... -=swallows hard=- I will be.....

Gavin Darklighter: wonder where he is going

Wes Janson: -=stands in front of Wedge=- Boss, got a minute?

Mike Ngo: ::tries breathing:: wierd

Wedge Antilles: Yeah, sure. -=steps out the back door into the empty hall=-

Mike Ngo: C>wierd

Wes Janson: -=follows into the hall and looks around=- Obvious question first. Has Siee been informed?

Doc Anreson: I guess I can't take Wily with me, huh?

Mike Ngo: ::touches his own cheek through the membrane::

Wedge Antilles: No. No one knows.

Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=- Why not have him go with Mirax?

Wedge Antilles: But you all

Myn Donos: Well, maybe...I'm not sure. It'd help if someone brought one.

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- I should ask

Wes Janson: You doing ok? I'm sure you're worried.

Mike Ngo: C> not that bad, kinda itchy at the corners of the gill...

Tycho Celchu: -= walks back towards breifing room =-

Mike Ngo: C>Hey colonel ::waves with a slimey hand::

Doc Anreson: -=stands, slipping her hand from Hobbie's=- I better find out soon, before I try to get some things together.

Wedge Antilles: He's my last link to my sister.

Myn Donos: -=walks out and towards his quarters.=-

Wedge Antilles: Not to mention my nephew

Tycho Celchu: -= looks up =- Mike?

Doc Anreson: -=heads off in the direction she saw Corran go in her search for Mirax=-

Wes Janson: -=puts hand on Wedge's shoulder=- I know. And I'm honestly surprised you want me on this mission.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he walks out heading for his quarters::

Myn Donos: -=Clink follows Myn out but goes and looks for Mirax instead=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he crosses Tycho, on the way, nods:: Col.

Doc Anreson: -=wily follows her=-

Myn Donos: -=Clink finds Doc and follows her=-

Wedge Antilles: I know you'd do what's right Wes. No matter how you feel about what you're told to do.

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho bypasses the briefing room and heds for the lift down to the hanger =-

Doc Anreson: -=glances back and sees Clink there along with Wily=- What're you doing here Clink? -=asks over her shoulder as she keeps walking on The Search for Mirax Terrik Horn=-

Mike Ngo: ::carefully unlatches the gill, smacking is lips and grimacing:: ick

Wedge Antilles: If you don't want to go I do know why and it's okay. He wasn't exactly a bright spot while he was here.

Myn Donos: -=Clink tootles ,"I don't want to see my pilot get hurt"=-

Wes Janson: -=lowers head=- Fel and I don't have the best track record, I know.

Doc Anreson: Good, you can keep an eye out on Myn and keep Wily company too.

Doc Anreson: -=wily tootles indignantly=-

Wes Janson: But if I don't go, I'll hate myself cause it's one less chance you have to find him.

Mike Ngo: ::walks out of the briefing room and to quarters::

Wes Janson: Plus not to mention what Siee will do to me.

Myn Donos: -=Clink tootles happily then tootles at Wily mischeviously=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=checks out the Skate, makes sure she's ready to fly=-

Doc Anreson: -=Wily beeps back and doc wonders just what those two are planning-=

Doc Anreson: -=ends up in the hanger and sees the skate, it looks much nicer than it had the last time she saw it on Tralus=-

Mike Ngo: ::spends the next 30 minutes packing his things::

Doc Anreson: -=heads up=- Mirax, you there? -=calls out=-

Myn Donos: -=Myn walks in his room and gets his stuff and looks in his drawer at the Agamarian clothes=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=gets up and heads out to his room to shower and get things together=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he enters his room, and starts to look for his floatie and life preserver::

Mirax Terrik Horn: Over here, Doc! -=on other side of ship=-

Doc Anreson: -=trots around to the other side=- Hey, I've got a favour to ask...

Wedge Antilles: I can't help you. It's got to be your choice. I need to pack.

Tycho Celchu: -= the lift doors open onto the hanger deck, all sorts of noises and sounds greet Tycho as he exits the lift. =-

Wedge Antilles: I'll meet you in the hanger or I'll see you when I get back.

Hobbie Klivian: Sure.

Myn Donos: Face, I must say that these are still hidious.-=speaking to noone in particular.=-

Wes Janson: I'll see you in the hanger, chief. -=squeezes Wedge's shoulder, then walks to his room=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he packs some of his cloth, then pulls out his comlink::

Doc Anreson: Would you mind taking Wily and Clink along?

Gavin Darklighter: C> hobbie?

Wedge Antilles: -=smiles and heads to his room=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks around for his comlink, finds it on the couch=- C> Yeah, Gav?

Myn Donos: -=goes ahead and packs the Agamarian clothes with the hat=-

Wes Janson: -=walks into the apartment and sees the towel clad Hobbie in the living room=- watch the glass, Hobs. -=walks to his bedroom and jumps into his shower=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=standing dripping wet with only a towel on=-

Myn Donos: -=packs the sniper rifle=-

Mike Ngo: ::exits his quarters after leaving a few messages on his dataterminal. takes his packed things::

Gavin Darklighter: C> hey can I borrow some fishing clothe? I'm out

Tycho Celchu: -= sees the shuttle the Rogues will be using to fly to the Luxury Ship and talks to the tech working on it for a bit =-

Hobbie Klivian: -=chuckles=- C> I'm sure I can find something.

Gavin Darklighter: C> thanks

Myn Donos: -=grabs some camaflouge uniforms to hide=-

Gavin Darklighter: C> out

Wes Janson: -=jumps out of the shower and pulls on a pair of boxers, then goes to his closet=- What to wear, what to wear...

Tycho Celchu: -= nods to the tech and walks up the ramp of the shuttle. He stows his gear in a compartment and heads for the cockpit =-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he shuts the comlink off, and quickly types a message for his sister, knowing she would be staying in his room, while he was gone...just incase::

Myn Donos: -=grins evilly and grabs the lavendar shorts to embarass Wedge with=-

Mike Ngo: ::checks out his issued organic gill::

Wedge Antilles: -=Quickly changes into his outfit and grabs the bag he packed an hour before the briefing=-

Myn Donos: -=leaves a couple of messages and leaves a message with Lara or well here last known com signal=-

Mirax Terrik Horn: Sure, not a problem Doc.

Tycho Celchu: -= sits in the pilot seat and puts a foot up on the the dash while leaning back in the seat =-

Myn Donos: -=changes into his outfit with everthing including the hat.=-

Doc Anreson: Thanks a billion! -=grins lopsidedly, looking almost corellian, and turns jogging back to her quarters=-

Wedge Antilles: -=grabs the tank of gills in his right hand and sets off towards the hanger=-

Wes Janson: -=reaches into closet and pulls out a pair of navy pants and puts them on. the flips through the rest of his shirts, then stops, his fingers resting on a piece of clothing he hasn't worn in a long time=-

Myn Donos: -=grins=- Oyah, definately handsome.

Doc Anreson: -=reaches her quarters and jumps into the shower=-

Mike Ngo: ::wears blue jean shorts, a white tee, tan utility vest and matching color hat::

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes into his room, dresses comfortably then throws a bunch of his clothes from home in a bag=-

Corran Horn: -=gives up in his search and heads back to his quarters, where he changes into some baggy, flowery clothers and a 'safari' hat=-

Myn Donos: -=walks back towards the hanger with his stuff=-

Doc Anreson: -=gets out and wrapps up in a towel, one around her hair as she goes to her room to search through the boxes for the more flirty clotehs she wore undercover on coruscant a few years ago=-

Mike Ngo: ::couldn't find sandals so wears a pair of workboots instead:: ::walks to the hangar bay with his stuff::

Wes Janson: -=a pain shoot up his back and he winces. sighing, Wes takes out a blaster-proof vest. He slips the protective item on, biting his lip as he zips it up. He then grabs a dark red shirt and tosses it on, not buttoning it. goes to sit on his bed and pull his socks and boots on=-

Doc Anreson: -=packs them into a bag and grabbs one outfit, and runs back into the fresher to put on some bold-ish makeup and braid her hair up intricately=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Mike=- Ohh, a real life pilot! I've always wanted to meet one! -=head bob=-

Doc Anreson: -=puts on earrings necklaces, a bracelet and a few extra rings=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=moves out and tosses bag on the couch, goes to Wes' doorway=- Hey, are you ready?

Mike Ngo: ::cocks an eyebrow at myn::

Tycho Celchu: -= laces his fingers behind his head as he lets out a shrill whistle that carries through the shuttle and out into the bay =-

Mike Ngo: psycho... ::grinning:: ::looks over at tycho::

Myn Donos: Psycho? Is that what they call you pilots?

Wes Janson: -=looks up quickly and stands, fingers instatnly going to button his shirt=- Yeah, almost -=turns back so Hobbie can't watch him finish buttoning the shirt=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh unplugs from his charging socket and careens through the bay beeping , almost knocking a tech over as he sails up the ramp into the shuttle =-

Doc Anreson: -=sighs as she looks at her image in the mirror.... a stereotypcial sharpshooter's girlfriend=- Sith, I hate wearing all this junk.

Hobbie Klivian: -=he doesn't notice=-

Corran Horn: -=heads for the hangar bay=-

Myn Donos: -=follows Tych=- He looks like an important pilot.

Wedge Antilles: -=enters the hanger=-

Wes Janson: -=finishes buttoning and turns back to Hobbie=- just not sure what to pack. -=grabs duffle and goes to closet=-

Doc Anreson: -=slips on a short blood-red, tightish dress, and strappy black heels. looks longingly at her flightsuit, shoulders the bag, and heads to the hangar=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the droid rolls into the Cockpit and spins infront of tycho =- Good boy...no go play in the back -=smiles=-

Mike Ngo: ::steps up the ramp to the shuttle, vaguely remembering when he used to fly starfighters::

Hobbie Klivian: -=chuckles=- You're supposed to be a crack shot. Your normal clothes should do.

Wedge Antilles: -=Jogs up the ramp=-

Wes Janson: Yeah, but I have Doc on my arm. I should look nice at least. What would you wear?

Myn Donos: -=looks at the cockpit=- An as-troo-mech droid?

Doc Anreson: -=last minute, she stopps and knocks on the Janson-Klivian door=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks from the cockpit to the back =- What took yall?

Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=- Dunno. Just pick out something. -=heads to door and opens it=-

Wedge Antilles: -=throws his stuff in a seat near the back=-

Corran Horn: -=jogs up the ramp and into the cockpit, hearing myn's remark=- No myn, that's Ash-tray-mech droid

Mike Ngo: ::claims a bedroom for his own and stows his things::

Doc Anreson: -=stands there in her 'flirty' short red dress and strappy black heels, her hair done up in intricate braids, one long bit falling loosly down her back, actually wearing makeup for a change=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Wedge=- Just the man I wanted to see. -=pulls out a pair of lavendar shorts=- These are for you.

Doc Anreson: I was just... wondering if you guys were ready?

Hobbie Klivian: -=stands with jaw open and eyes wide=-

Wes Janson: -=sighs and tosses a few things into his bag. tosses it on the bed, then reaches under his bed and grabs his big bag of guns. shifting through them, he gets his most "pretty" ones and puts them on the bed. Stands and puts guns in the bag and then grabs painkillers. He looks at them, then walks out to Hobbie=- Think I should get a refill on these... helllo nurse.

Wedge Antilles: What in the sith?

Doc Anreson: -=holds her hands out and turns=- Do I look like a high-ego sharpshooters girlfriend?

Hobbie Klivian: Uh. -=can't quite speak=-

Wes Janson: -=jaw drops on seeing doc=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh reminds himself to have Whistler reprogram the fresher toilet in Corran's room =-

Myn Donos: -=nods at the shorts=- These are for you.

Gavin Darklighter: ::he finishes his packing and heads to the ship::

Wedge Antilles: -=Takes them=- What for?

Gavin Darklighter: ::hopes that hobbie brought the clothe::

Doc Anreson: -=looks at Wes and chuckles=- We match.... Refill of what?

Gavin Darklighter: ::he gets on the ship::

Myn Donos: -=winks at Wedge=- You remember these don't you,-=speaking to him in a lower voice=-

Hobbie Klivian: Uh...

Wes Janson: Oh, just my meds. That's all. I got enough. I'm ready then. -=walks back into his room=-

Wedge Antilles: -=lowers voice=- No, and you won't remember them either if you don't want to wax the hanger floor.

Doc Anreson: -=looks at hobbie mistaking his actions=- Don't worry I'm still armed.... -=slips up the dress on one side, where her holdout is attatched to a garter at her thigh=-

Mike Ngo: ::takes the 5 cent tour around the shuttle::

Hobbie Klivian: -=somehow jaw drops further=-

Doc Anreson: -=dropps the skirt back down=- You boys ARE ready, right? -=raises an eyebrow=-

Myn Donos: -=speaks normally=- Oh sorry, must have mixed you up with one of my brothers. Thank you -=tosses Wedge a credit=-

Wes Janson: -=hides the bottle deep inside his bag, then hefts it onto his back. Walks back out=- I'm ready.

Hobbie Klivian: -=a slight whimper comes from his vicinity as he turns and picks up his bag=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Stuffs it all under his shirt (including the lavendar shorts)=-

Doc Anreson: -=bites her lip=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Whistles as he walks back to his seat and quickly stuffs them into his bag=-

Wes Janson: Last one to the hanger is a stinky nerfhearder. -=walks out of apartment, leaving the couple alone, and heads to the hanger=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=clears throat=- Let's go.

Doc Anreson: -=looks up at him a moment, then nodds, and heads to the lift.=-

Myn Donos: -=walks over and stands at the doorway of the yacht=-

Hobbie Klivian: Um... you look beautiful, by the way. -=takes her bag and carries it=-

Wes Janson: -=jogs down the stairs and walks into the hanger and then goes to the yahat=-

Doc Anreson: -=smiles slightly=- Thank you....-=looks down=-

Wedge Antilles: -=walks back to the cockpit and steps inside it=-

Wes Janson: -=sees Myn-= you looks ridiculous

Myn Donos: Ohh, what are you Mr Man? -=looks at Wes=-

Doc Anreson: -=enters the lift=-

Myn Donos: -=grins=- Don't warn Doc.

Wes Janson: -=brushes past Myn=- oh no, i won't spoil it for her. -=walks up the ramp=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=gets to the hangar and let's Doc lead the way=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at Doc=-

Wedge Antilles: You all set? -=drops a hand on Tycho's shoulder=-

Myn Donos: Ooh, a pretty woomaaaannn! -=jaw drops=-

Wes Janson: -=drops bag and goes to cockpit=- that agamarian thing is going with mirax and Corran, right?

Doc Anreson: -=walks ahead at her usual slow gait, stopps when she sees Myn=- Oh my goodness! -=puts a hand over her mouth to hide her laughter=-

Tycho Celchu: -= wakes up =- Yeah,,,sure boss

Myn Donos: Can I do anything for you miss? -=head bob=- There are things that I'm good at.

Doc Anreson: -=winks=- Maybe later -=puts on sultry accent and heads up the ramp=-

Tycho Celchu: -= fires up the converters and sets the thruster power for auto =-

Hobbie Klivian: -=follows behind Amanda with a shrug=-

Wedge Antilles: Something wrong? -=slides into the seat next to him=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the shuttle hums to life =-

Myn Donos: -=walks back up the ramp looks at Hobbie=- You must be a lucky man...-=head bob=-

Doc Anreson: -=finds a place to sit, tugging the skirt down a bit and crossing her legs, wishing the skirt were longer, MUCH longer=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wedge =- Nah...just got stuff on my mind -= the ramp begins to raise =-

Wedge Antilles: -=nods=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=whispers to Myn=- I sure hope so.

Wes Janson: -=cleras throat and looks at Wedge and Tycho=- i said, that agamarian thing is going tiwh Corran and Mirax, right?

Doc Anreson: -=the one slightly out of place piece of her outfit, is the simple jade ring on her right hands ringfinger=-

Myn Donos: -=whispers=- She's a lot better than she was yesterday.

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wes =- What thing?

Hobbie Klivian: -=nods=-

Myn Donos: -=walks over to his seat and sits down=-

Wes Janson: You didn't see the outfit Myn picked out? -=sits in the nav seat behind Wedge=-

Doc Anreson: -=gets up and heads to the cockpit=- Everyon'es here, boys... we ready to go? -=stands leaning against the hatchway=- -=keeps up with the accent=-

Tycho Celchu: -= smiles and looks back at the controls =- I try not to notice.... -= the ramp closes and the shuttle lifts off =-

Myn Donos: -=walks towards the cockpit=- So this is the place where you fly?

Tycho Celchu: -= does not look at Myn but smiles =- MYn...dont make me shoot you

Doc Anreson: -=braces herself against the doorway as she nearly topples into Myn=- Hey! -=her usual accent=- You're gonna break my ankle !

Myn Donos: The last time I went, the last pilot was mean.

Wes Janson: good. cause we don't need a second court jester. I already have Tycho. -=smiles and leans back=- Take me to my match, Celchu. I have things to shoot.

Myn Donos: -=backs up=- Oops, sorry pretty woman.

Tycho Celchu: -= groans as he nugdes the lever forward and the shuttel slips from the hanger bay into the coruscant sky =-

Doc Anreson: -=blows a kiss and winks at the men before heading back to sit next to hobbie=-

Wedge Antilles: -=elbows Wes=- Put that gun away. -=grins=-

Myn Donos: Just remember, Agamar rules the galaxy! -=head bobs=--=walks back to his seat and sits down satisfied=-

Wes Janson: Which one? I've got a bagfull.

Doc Anreson: -=sits quietly next to hobbie, adjusting the dress once more, trying to decide if it's better to tug down, or leave short.... as the front's rahter lowcut=-

Tycho Celchu: -= gets on the comlink =- C> Ugh..please come up here and take mean to the nearest airlock......... MYn..even

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks over and swallows hard=-

Myn Donos: Who's Myn? I don't know a Myn.

Wes Janson: No wait! I need him for target practice!

Myn Donos: I'm Lod Nobrin.

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at everyone to make sure all have a seatbelt on=-

Doc Anreson: -=sighs, giving up and sits back, closing her eyes=--=doesn't have one on=-

Wes Janson: -=after Taanab, Wes knows to always wear his seatbelt when Tycho's driving=-

Myn Donos: -=fastens his seatbelt=-

Hobbie Klivian: Uh, Amanda... you might want to... -=pulls up his seatbelt to fasten it=-

Doc Anreson: -=opens her eyes and looks at him =- Hm? Oh... -=grabbs the seatbelt and goes to put it on=-

Tycho Celchu: -= barrel rolls the shuttle like a fighter as it clears the paletary shield =-

Doc Anreson: -=doesn't get it buckled and falls over onto Hobbie's lap.=-

Myn Donos: Definately a lucky man...-=head bobs=-

Doc Anreson: -=nearly gets tossed to the ground=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=grabs her and holds on until Tycho finishes his fancy flying=- You ok?

Doc Anreson: Uhm... yeah, thanks. -=tries to cover herself, worried that her panties or bra may be showing=-

Myn Donos: -=slides towards the back of the ship=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh, magneticly attached to the floor, beeps in a laugh at MYn =-

Hobbie Klivian: -=helps her back in her seat=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the shuttle levels off as he passes the Golan Defense Stations=-

Myn Donos: -=frowns=- Ugh, I can get you.

Doc Anreson: -=glares at the cockpit as she scrambles to seat herslef=- I gotta get that man some sedatives.....

Myn Donos: -=smacks the back of the transport=- -=yells at Doc=- Let me handle that!

Tycho Celchu: -= the droid makes a sound simular to some one doing a raspberry =-

Doc Anreson: -=looks to see Myn=- It's a deal.

Myn Donos: Meanwhile I have a bump on my head and a droid to bug.

Doc Anreson: Have fun.

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho smiles at his droid as the shuttle approchaes the star dock for the giant Luxury space liner =-

Doc Anreson: -=turns to look up at hobbie=- Although, there is an advantage... whenever he's flying I end up in a lap....

Hobbie Klivian: -=blushes=-

Wes Janson: -=wes just leans his head back and smiles, closing his eyes=- now I remember why I hired you, Celchu. Always gives a show while flying routine flights.

Myn Donos: -=walks up to the cockpit=- I will get you Tych.

Doc Anreson: -=puts the accent back on=- No blushing allowed, sailor....

Hobbie Klivian: -=blush deepens=-

Doc Anreson: -=winks at hobbie=-

Myn Donos: -=walks back to a seat=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=even more=-

Doc Anreson: -=then turns and sits back in her seat, closing her eyes once more=-

Myn Donos: -=buckles back up=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks back at Myn in his ridiculous outfit as he leaves ans smiles =- I can always give you laundry duty...... -= laughs =-

Hobbie Klivian: -=mumbles=- 'scuse me. -=heads to the 'fresher=-

Doc Anreson: -=speaking to Myn her eyes still closed=- We'll have a party at his place next -=quietly=-

Myn Donos: -=snickers=- Oh Tych, you already have.

Tycho Celchu: -= smiles =- You have not done Piggy's laundry yet ,,,Myn

Myn Donos: -=mumbles=- Never let Tych pilot again.

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