Face Loran: ::His gloved hand tapped against the stick.:: Why don't we try that game.
Vape: -= No =-
Face Loran: Aww come on.
Vape: -= Very well. =-
Face Loran: I spy with my little eye something black.
Hobbie Klivian: -=notices her being glum=- What's wrong?
Siee Janson: My partner got put on assignment... without me. -=scowles=-
Hobbie Klivian: Which one? -=takes her elbow and guides her to start walking with him=-
Vape: -= Fuselage? =-
Face Loran: Nope
Vape: -= Shield generator? =-
Face Loran: Nope
Mike Ngo: I'll see you areound wedge. have fun. relax. ::grins::
Vape: -= Cannon's power regulator? =-
Face Loran: Nope - You've lost. Space.
Vape: -= How.... Original =-
Wedge Antilles: Will do Captain. -=turns and jogs up the ramp on his fighter=-
Face Loran: I spy with my little eye...Something Orange
Siee Janson: Slave boy. Got mad that i was on the cool assignments. Claimed i got them cause of Wes. So Cracken told him that it wasn't true and sent him off by himself.
Vape: -= Your flight suit. =-
Face Loran: You cheated.
Vape: -= I did not... You choose that always. =-
Wedge Antilles: -=Makes his way to the cockpit=-
Face Loran: Point being?
Hobbie Klivian: -=raises eyebrows=-
Face Loran: -= It has become something predictable =-
Mike Ngo: ::sighs:: and I'm just starting my career ::he says to himself as he watches a man near the end of it run off to his ship::
Siee Janson: -=shrugs=- So I'm on desk duty till he gets back.
Hobbie Klivian: Desk duty, ouch.
Wedge Antilles: -=walks up behind Iella and wraps his arms around here=- Right now starts the rest of forever sweetheart. -=lets go of her and sits in the pilots chair=-
Face Loran: ::He hits hard to port right as he notices that patrol was nearly done so he could head back to base.::
Wedge Antilles: -=expertly lifts the freighter off of the deck=-
Siee Janson: So how much it gonna cost to get my brother?
Wedge Antilles: -=slowly turns the ship around=-
Hobbie Klivian: I forget, what's AWOL again?
Wedge Antilles: -=eases onto the throttle and glides the ship out=-
Mike Ngo: ::getting back to work, he jump in his x-wing and make the proper adjustments to his targetting computer::
Siee Janson: I don't know why they even bother with him anymore. he always gets pardoned.
Wedge Antilles: -=turns down the force dampener so he can feel some of the natural g forces=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls out his wallet and a piece of flimsey falls out as he stops to count how many credits he has, and wehter he'd have to get mre=-
Mike Ngo: Hal check it now. is that good? ::Hal beebs a reply:: super.
Hobbie Klivian: They need to keep a semblance of order, Siee. That's why.
Siee Janson: -=picks up flimsy and hands it back to Hobbie=- Wes and order do not go together in the same sentence
Hobbie Klivian: -=chuckles and nods=- too true. -=takes back paper and puts it in his wallet, a little more securely this time=- Thanks. Looks like I've got enough.
Siee Janson: No problem
Wedge Antilles: -=Punches the throttle and puts the freighter into a upward spin=-
Face Loran: C> So... Control can I come in and play?
Mike Ngo: ::shuts down all systems, his job done:: This must be the most perfectly fine-tuned spacecraft in this docking bay... probably because I never get to fly it so i instead wipe it with a diaper ::as he vaults out of the cockpit::
Hobbie Klivian: C> -=sounds tired and used to Face=- Yes, you can come in and play. -=sighs and disconnects=-
Face Loran: ::He wondered what got in their goat, he hit reslour lift engines bringing it back down to 10 MGLT as he carefully guided in the X-wing.:: ::He hit the landing gears as he continued to make his way in, now at 5 MGLT.:: ::He was finally at 0 when he settled the craft down.::
Wes Janson: -=sits in the brig, head in hands, still cuffed=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=finally gets there=- I'm here to bail out Major Janson.
Siee Janson: And I'm here to kick his butt.
Face Loran: ::He hits the canopy and it begins to open, while they began to unload Vape.::
Wedge Antilles: -=hits the hyperspace lever and his carriage carries him and his wife to a new life=-
DESCRIPTION: Guard> Two counts are against Major Janson. one of AWOL, and the other of flying while intoxicated.
Face Loran: ::He waited for the ladder after getting it he climbed down.::
Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- Alright, what's the damage. -=pulls out his wallet=-
Face Loran: Vape cold one.
Vape: -= An ale pops up after a whoosh of air. =-
Wes Janson: 200 credits for AWOL, another hundred for the FWI.
Mike Ngo: ::he stands there, staring at his x-wing for a little more:: you know what Hal? run another diagnostic, see if there's anything else that can use adjusting...
Face Loran: ::He easily grabs it, and pops the top.::
Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls everything he's got in his wallet out and hands it to the guard, which amounts to 300 creds=-
Face Loran: ::He pockets the cap and looks towards Ngo.:: Hello ::He takes a slow swig from the ale.::
DESCRIPTION: -=guard takes money and walks back to Wes=- You got some pretty rich friends, flyboy.
Wes Janson: -=looks up sullenly=- Yeah.
Mike Ngo: ::turns around, waiting for hal to finish the diagnostic:: hey there
Hobbie Klivian: -=mumbles to siee=- Rich, and eating ration bars for the rest of the month....
Face Loran: ::He gives him a salute with his ale.::
Mike Ngo: ::casual salutes::
Siee Janson: -=mutters=- He'll pay you back...
Wes Janson: -=guard escorts Wes out. He looks at Hobbie bashfully=- Hey Hobbie... Siee...
Hobbie Klivian: -=half smirks=- -=mutters=- eventually.
Face Loran: So... What are you up to? ::He takes another swig from the ale before glancing at what Ngo was doing.::
Hobbie Klivian: -=folds arms after pocketing wallet=- Wes.
Mike Ngo: trying to fix a flawless ship, basically ::hal beeps:: nothing wrong eh?
Face Loran: I tried that once... I said to myself.. 'Garik Loran... How could I possibly fix my flawless face up anymore.' And then it struck me... ::He takes another swig from his ale.::
Wes Janson: -=bites lip=- why do I have a feeling I'm not going to like you being my superior officer...
Face Loran: Litterly it struck me, I was laying in my bed at the time. I had gotten up so fast I hit my head.
Hobbie Klivian: -=raises eyebrows=- You admit I'm superior?
Mike Ngo: ::laughs::
Wes Janson: Well, according to the roster...
Face Loran: So... Do you need any help? Or do you need something blown up? Us Wraiths are pretty good at blowing stuff up.
Hobbie Klivian: According to the Roster, we're going to the Rogue Lounge.
Siee Janson: And I've got to get back on duty. Take care of my brother, Hobbie.
Hobbie Klivian: Don't I always? -=dryly=-
Siee Janson: -=looks at the brig doors and shrugs=- Sometimes I wonder. -=punches Wes, kisses his cheek then leaves=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=sniggers=-
Wes Janson: -=falls in silent step beside Hobbie, head down lost in his thoughts=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=gets to the Rogue lounge and sees an unmarked disc on the table=- What's this? -=pickes it up and sees that it's labled for ALL ROGUES=- -=beneath that writing is - IMMEDIATE=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=tosses disc to Wes=- So, should we call in the ones that are awake?
Wes Janson: Why just the awake ones? -=lets a tiny glint of mischief come to his eyes=-
Hobbie Klivian: Because Gavin and Myn have Patrol duty, and I don't want them falling asleep at the stick. -=patient look=-
Wedge Antilles: -=Steps out of his bed unable to sleep=-
Wes Janson: Ah. Ok, awake ones.
Hobbie Klivian: -=opens comm and dials in Mike, snf Fel=-
Wes Janson: Maybe actor Boy too... he thinks he's a Rogue sometimes.... Wedge envy, me thinks
Hobbie Klivian: -=belatedly dials in Face as well=- Rogue Lounge. Now. -=sounds tired=-
Jagged Fel: -=Stretches his neck and yells into the next room of his officer's quarters=- Droi...Gate, get me something hot to drink...please.
Mike Ngo: ::is doing some stretches in his quarters when he hears the comm message:: ::blinks:: okay
Jagged Fel: -=Hobbie's message plays over his com as Wedge's droid that he left to him brings him back a hot mug of caf=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=begins pacing=-
Jagged Fel: -=Throws a shirt on and heads towards the downtime area with his drink=-
Wes Janson: -=sits down at table and thumbs disc=-
Face Loran: Oh boy.. I get to play with the big boys. ::He shut off his comm unit.::
Mike Ngo: ::gets up, putting on a pair of flight overalls and jogs over to the rogue lounge::
Face Loran: ::He unlatched his helmet and began walking towards the Rogue loung with Vape in toll.::
Mike Ngo: ::enters:: what's up?
Jagged Fel: -=Walks in behind Mike=- -=Lets himself fall face forward onto a couch exhausted=-
Hobbie Klivian: Just waiting for his Faceness -=grumbles=- Got an unmarked disc, and it's piqued interest.
Mike Ngo: ::blinks:: okay...
Wes Janson: -=tosses ice cube from water glass at Fel=- -=goes down his shirt=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=tosses a glance at Wes=- I'm beginning to wonder if I should have a different XO.... Maybe Face..... -=ponders aloud=-
Jagged Fel: -=Thinks about moving his arms to get the ice but decides that it would require too much work on his part=-
Wes Janson: -=gives hurt look to Hobbie=- after all you paid to have me
Hobbie Klivian: You're gonna pay me back.
Wes Janson: -=whistles=-
Face Loran: ::He enteres with Vape following after him, he sat down at a chair.::
Hobbie Klivian: Wes, put the disc in the holovid?
Jagged Fel: -=turns over onto his back with his legs and arms sprawled out over the couch=-
Wes Janson: -=puts disc in=-
Mike Ngo: ::takes a stool from the bar and sits::
DESCRIPTION: Static, then the message begins.
Doc Anreson showed up on screen, wearing a simple shirt, and a scowl more befitting a Corellian who just lost a sure hand at Sabacc, rather than a Ralltiirian Doctor who'd been transferred. Or so they thought.
"So I left," she began with a shrug. "Big deal. Get over it," she smirked. "You all will do just fine without me. None of you could possibly convince me to come back, so don't even try to get in touch with me.
"After being stripped of rank and a decent name, I want nothing to do with any of you any longer - anything that has ties to the New Republic is dead to me.
"Take care of each other, and hope we don't meet up again - It won't be pretty." Her scowl deepened as the image disappeared, followed by more static.
Hobbie Klivian: -=Jaw Drops=-
Jagged Fel: -=Rubs eyes=-
Face Loran: I must have missed something big....
Mike Ngo: wha??? ::jaw drops::
Wes Janson: -=loud growl and suddenly the holoprojector goes flying across the room into the opposite wall=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=blinks=-
Wes Janson: -=turns and slams fist into wall=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=snaps out of it and sees wes=- Wes! -=goes over and pulls him away fromt he wall, seeing his broken and bloody hand=- Damn, Wes...
Wes Janson: -=hand still in wall, ignoring the pain=-
Mike Ngo: :: is too stunned to say anything::
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks at shattered projector=- Sithspit. -=realises taht with what she was wearing, he couldn't see whether she was wearing the necklace he'd given her, as she'd promised. Grits his jaw=-
Wes Janson: -=eyes bar stool contemplating throwing it too=-
Jagged Fel: -=Sits quietly=-
Hobbie Klivian: Alright guys.... -=voice trails off=-
Mike Ngo: was that her? that sounded nothing like her... she wouldn't....
Hobbie Klivian: -=muscles Wes to sit down and then sits down himself, running a hand through his hair=- Well... there's one way we can find out.....
Wes Janson: -=pops a finger back to place... used to doing this...=- like what?
Hobbie Klivian: -=as much as it's killing him, he realises he's the leader now, and has to keep a cool head... he can go blow something up later=- Like... find out if she was really discharged?
Wes Janson: Oh wait, someone telling me before that Intel matters are hard to discover...
Hobbie Klivian: Shut up, Wes.
Wes Janson: Pardon the expression, but Bite me, sir.
Hobbie Klivian: If she was really discharged... I can almost see her wanting to leave..... -=tosses a glare at wes=-
Jagged Fel: -=not sure what to say or do and afraid of becoming the next object of Wes' aggression=-
Hobbie Klivian: If not, it could be that it was put together from things that are had of her by someone trying to destroy Rogue Squadron's morale....
Wes Janson: Well, looks like that worked wonders. Wonder if they had bets on how much damage i would do to the room...
Hobbie Klivian: Sort of like how Face managed to impersonate a captain, with a holo inducer of some sort.
Face Loran: ::He leans back into his chair as he listens to all of this.:: That was fun.
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks at face=- Do you think someone could do that?
Face Loran: I did so well I almost got charged treason.
Hobbie Klivian: -=grasping at straws=-
Face Loran: I'd need to review the holo again.. To personally tell if there is any sense of fatigue or if this is a fake.
Hobbie Klivian: -=gets up and goes to the smashed holoprojector and gets the disc from the ruins=- -=calls one of the droids over=- -=puts the disc in the droid and has the droid show the holo in a smallish form right in front of Face=-
Mike Ngo: ::keeps quiet, unsure of what to think or believe::
Face Loran: ::His right hand grasps his chin as he begins to observe it.:: It's real... Very real..
Hobbie Klivian: -=hangs head=-
Wes Janson: -=growls low in his throat=-
Face Loran: Sorry guys..
Hobbie Klivian: -=looks up=- We can still find out whether she was really discharged...
Mike Ngo: it's probably a good place to start
Jagged Fel: -=Gets up from the couch and reaches for him com=- -=Takes a few steps away from the group=-
Mike Ngo: ::senses movement, and turns his head:: fel?
Jagged Fel: C> Intel office this is Fel. I need confirmation of discharge on a Lieutenant Commander Amanda Anreson.
Mike Ngo: oh, ::realizing what he was doing::
Jagged Fel: C> Confirmation code alpha-rogue-thirteen-red
Intel: C> Doctor Anreson has been Dishonourably Discharged.
Mike Ngo: what the hell for??
Wes Janson: -=mutters=- being herself...
Jagged Fel: C> Can you give me more details office?
Intel: C> Insubordination, failure to comply with regulations, going awol on nearly every intel mission she's ever done. -=mumbles=- even though she got every one of them done in record time... -=pause=- And Mental Instability.
Wes Janson: Who here isn't!
Jagged Fel: C> Thank you office. Stand by for further possible questioning.
Intel: C> Understood. Office out.
Mike Ngo: Mental Instability?
Hobbie Klivian: -=shakes head=-
Wes Janson: and to think, she was such a nice doctor till Hobbie screwed her up... -=mutters all this=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs, not hearing a blessed thing=- Sith sith sith sith SITH! -=gets up and starts pacing the room=-
Mike Ngo: well, there's little we can do at ::looks at chrono:: 1:00 at night anyway. i'm sure we're all tired
Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- Yeah. Everyone, get to bed.... We'll puzzle this out when we've got time and clear heads. -=tries to sound like Wedge as he sits down=-
Wes Janson: -=mutters=- should have let me jump to Ralltiir... bet i would have found her...
Hobbie Klivian: -=is sitting next to Wes=- I bet that's the last place she'd go, being the first place we'd look.
Mike Ngo: ::stands and walks out, smiling simpathetically at hobbie before leaving the lounge
Face Loran: ::He folds his arms behind his head and stares at the ceiling.::One crack.. Two crack.. Three cracks... ::He rambles on.::
Hobbie Klivian: -=stands and Grabs Wes' shoulder=- I'll take you to Medbay, if you want.
Wes Janson: -=shrugs Hobbie off=- I'll get there eventually.
Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and steps back=- Wes.... I don't want you to end up int he brig again... I'm fresh out of money.
Wedge Antilles: -=quietly slips out of a side door=-
Wes Janson: Then just leave me in there... maybe it might be better. -=walks to door=-
Hobbie Klivian: Wes. -=moves up to walk behind him=-
Wes Janson: -=waves his broken hand backwards at Hobbie and walks out=-
Hobbie Klivian: -=speaks to self=- We've made it through worse... we'll make it through this.... -=walks out and heads to his room=-
Jagged Fel: -=Begins to walk the halls aimlessly not knowing anything else to do=-
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