Colonel Jagged Fel – Corey, Squadron Leader Zorla Antilles - Cris
Col Jagged Fel: **begin Sim**
Col Jagged Fel: -=watches as the countdown hits zero and his clawcraft drops
out of hyperspace around Agamar=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=his sensors come to life as they finish their sweep of the
system=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=he begins to read the outpour of information=-
Col Jagged Fel: *****Uglies are swarming the planet and the tiny Agamar
defense squadron is attempting to hold off the pirates*****
Z Antilles: -=curses as a new blip appears on her screen=- I hope that isn't the start of a new wave
Col Jagged Fel: -=sees that the squadron is outnumbered nearly 3 to 1=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=without another thought he brings of the fighter's shields
and powers the lasers=-
Z Antilles: -=deciding to let planetary control deal with the new ship for
now, she sets her sights on her next target=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=jams the throttle forward and rockets towards the fight=-
Z Antilles: -=a ship that looked like it's name (ugly) made the mistake of
crossing infront of her trying to target one of her wingmate=-
Z Antilles: -=she quickly switched back to lasers (too close for a torp) and
fired on the enemy ship=-
OnlineHost: Z Antilles rolled 2 10-sided dice: 4 6
Z Antilles: -=it was close, but the lasers hit their target, and the ship's
solar panel flew off, sending it into a dizzying roll away from the fight=-
Z Antilles: -=Zorla winced as she noticed yet another friendly blip
disappear from her screen. That made 3 now...including her own wingmate=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=keys his com to the channel's defense squadron=- C> This
is Colonel Fel of the New Republic, do you need assistance?
Z Antilles: -=Zorla wonders if she can trust this new person, why would
there only be one?=-
Z Antilles: -=after a moment's hesitation,s he realizes she doesn't have
much choice, they were being slaughtered out here=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=closes rapidly on the fight=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=Picks out the nearest Ugly and sets the sights just in
front of it giving it a little lead to the right=-
Z Antilles: C> This is Zorla Antilles of the Agamar defense force, we would
very much appreciate any help you care to give us
Col Jagged Fel: -=just as the words come across he squeezes the tigger
sending four green lasers lancing out at the ugly=-
Z Antilles: -=Her R2 unti, Krod squeales, as she tries to lose an ugly on
her tail=-
OnlineHost: Col Jagged Fel rolled 2 10-sided dice: 1 9
Col Jagged Fel: -=the shot connects with the ugly in the center of the
cockpit sending bits of the fighter in all directions=-
Z Antilles: -=she curses as the ship gets a lock, and quickly rolls hard to
port as the enemy fires=-
OnlineHost: Z Antilles rolled 2 10-sided dice: 5 3
Col Jagged Fel: -=quickly hits the right rudder to attain another target=-
Z Antilles: -=she lets out a sigh of reliefe as the torp barely misses her
wingtip=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=picks one that's tailing one of the Agamar squads
fighters=-
Z Antilles: -=coming out of the roll, she quickly sends her x-wing into a
dive after yet another ugly=-
Z Antilles: another pilot beats her to it, and the ship is blasted apart.
Col Jagged Fel: -=sees the fighter dive and anticipates the ugly to do the
same=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=puts his sights in the pathway and pulls the trigger=-
OnlineHost: Col Jagged Fel rolled 2 10-sided dice: 3 4
Col Jagged Fel: -=the four lasers tare the fighter into two parts and the
pilot can be seen tumbling out=-
Z Antilles: -=she levels off and searches for a new target=-
Z Antilles: -=it doesn't take long, and she is soon targeting another ugly
tying to kill one of her own=-
Z Antilles: -=she gets a lock on the cobbled together ship, and switches to
torps this time=-
Z Antilles: -=she fires on it=-
OnlineHost: Z Antilles rolled 2 10-sided dice: 10 1
Col Jagged Fel: -=follows the single Agamar fighter covering it and watches
as it fires=-
Z Antilles: -=a brillant flash lights up the blackness of space as the torp
explodes in the dead center of her target=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=sees the torp hit the ugly and raises an eyebrow not
expecting such a show of piloting ability=-
Col Jagged Fel: C> Nice shot pilot
Z Antilles: C>cut the chatter, there are two more
Col Jagged Fel: -=can't help but smile=-
Z Antilles: -=Zorla then sees another ball of fire, and hears a "make that
none boss" over the com.=-
Z Antilles: -=she double checks her displays, and sees the other two hit one
another in a cross fire trap they had set for her pilots=-
Z Antilles: idiots. C>alright, well done, form up on me and we'll head back
in
Col Jagged Fel: -=powers down his shields and falls back behind the small
band of fighters=-
Z Antilles: C>feel free to join us, Colonel Fel
Z Antilles: -=after her pilots formed up, they headed back to Agamar, to
find no one except dock personael waiting for them
Z Antilles: =-
Z Antilles: -=it was a typical sight. no one cared. they wanted the job
done, but didn't appreciate it.=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=gently glides his fighter in closer behind them=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=checks the docks for refuling facilities=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=locates some and veers his fighter off of the squadron's
flight plan=-
Z Antilles: C> Col Fel?
Col Jagged Fel: C> Yes Ma'am?
Z Antilles: -=she winced at the term, and dearly wished lead hadn't died in the battle..she hated being in charge=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=decreases his speed and lowers the three landing skids=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=gently sets the fighter down next to the large pump=-
Z Antilles: C> we appreciate your help, and you are welcome to whatever
supplies you may need for your ship...but uh..
Z Antilles: i see you are already kinda helping yourself...
Z Antilles: -=lands her ship, still annoyed about being in charge, leaders
always sound stupid..but also dismayed for the loss of her fellow pilots=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=removes his helmet and releases the lower hatch his chair
lowering with the ramp underneath it=-
Z Antilles: -=after doing a quick shut down, and basically leaving
everything to her R2 unit, she clibs down from her x-wing, and immediately
heads over to fel's ship=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=removes the straps and walks down the ramp=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=nearly gets to the bottom before he almost falls over from
dizzyness and is forced to grab his fighter=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=the images of his dead squad mates briefly flash in his
mind=-
Z Antilles: -=remembers her helmet about half way across the dock, and
removes it annoyiedly, and whips it back toawrds her ship, causing a dock
personal to duck and cover his head=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=shakes his head and wipes away the sweat=-
Z Antilles: -=turns back around to face the direction she was walking, and
frowns seeing fel holding his ship for support=-
Z Antilles: -=runs the rest of the way over to his ship, concerned=- Hey,
are you alright?
Z Antilles: -=stops infront of, and a little to the side (incase he decided
to fall over the other way) of him=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=releases the ship and steps back=- Yeah I'm fine. Just got
kinda dizzy from something.
Col Jagged Fel: Probably from being in there so long.
Z Antilles: yeah, that will do it -=frowns to self, not buying
his excuse=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=heads to the pump and enters his galatic bank
credit information=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=extends his hand=- Colonel Jagged Fel
Z Antilles: Zorla Antilles -=shakes his hand=-
Z Antilles: We thank you for your help, it was much appreciated
Col Jagged Fel: It's my job.
Col Jagged Fel: -=pumps hum to life as they start moving fuel into his
fighter=-
Z Antilles: What brings you to Agamar?
Col Jagged Fel: This is just a refueling stop. I'm on my way back to
Coruscant.
Z Antilles: Coruscant? That is one place I'd NEVER want to go. I hope it's important.
Col Jagged Fel: So that was you that made that impressive torp shot huh?
Z Antilles: Huh? Oh, yeah, probably.
Z Antilles: -=shrugs=-
Col Jagged Fel: I've flown with Rogue Squadron for a few years and I haven't
seen many shots of that caliber
Z Antilles: I think it runs in the family. I've never met him, but I hear
my dad is a great fighter pilot.
Z Antilles: -=shrugs again=- Probably just stories though.
Z Antilles: Not that I would know anyway. Not much affects us out here, so
no one pays attention to the whole New Republic thing.
Z Antilles: Kind of makes me wonder just what those uglies were after..
Col Jagged Fel: Who knows, they probably heard some myth about hidden
treasure and came running
Z Antilles: Perhapes..-=eyes him suspiciously, wondering if he knows more
than he lets on=-
Col Jagged Fel: Was that the entire planet defense?
Z Antilles: Afraid so.
Col Jagged Fel: I'll put a call in and alert the republic of the raid
attempt and maybe they'll send a small force here until you can regain your
numbers
Z Antilles: -=griefe washes over her for a second as she thinks "and now
it's even smaller"=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=Leans on the pump crossing his arms=-
Z Antilles: That would be nice, maybe they have some ideas on the motive
Col Jagged Fel: Maybe.
Z Antilles: or perhapes they already know, and that is why you are really
here?
Col Jagged Fel: No I'm sorry, I havn't been in contact with anyone from the
New Republic in at least a year.
Z Antilles: Forgive my suspicions..it's just odd that they attack for no
reason, and suddonly you are here with more of you on the way
Col Jagged Fel: I'm just trying to get back, if I knew I were going to end
up in the middle of a fight I would have stopped somewhere else.
Z Antilles: -=smiles a little at that=- and none of us would have blamed you
for doing so
Col Jagged Fel: How did you end up here. You're obviously not from around
here.
Z Antilles: Long story
Z Antilles: But you are correct. I am from Corellia
Col Jagged Fel: Ah, the answer for the perfect shot and the piloting
ability.
Z Antilles: -=wonders how long before het pilots figure out she ditched on
debriefing again=-
Z Antilles: What's that supposted to mean?
Z Antilles: I have heard stories about corellian pilots, but it can't be
true for all of them
Z Antilles: -=figures there is no point to debriefing since she is now the
leader, and no one of higher authority cares=-
Col Jagged Fel: Corellia is know for producing some of the best pilots in
the Galaxy.
Z Antilles: -=besides, 4 would take care of it, he actually liked that kind
of thing=-
Col Jagged Fel: Look at General Solo for example, or General Antilles.
Z Antilles: Yes, so i've heard...-=wedge....=-
Z Antilles: I grew up hearing many stories of the great pilots -=especially
that one=-
Z Antilles: I've been flying for as long as i can remember, but i still
can't imagin being that good
Z Antilles: I kind of hate being here. Not much happens, so the only
practice i get is int he simulators. not very lifelike
Z Antilles: how am i to improve if all i have is some computer program?
Z Antilles: well, anyway. i hate to keep you. i'm sure you are in a hurry
to get back to coruscant
Z Antilles: and i should attend to my pilots...-=many scars will be left
from today=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=turns around and checks the pump=- From what I saw you
have a rare talent. If your performance up there was about par for you then
you very well could find yourself in one of the top Republic squadrons.
Z Antilles: It was nice to have met you though, and again, thank you for
your help. you probably prevented more people from dying
Z Antilles: The republic..I don't know..
Z Antilles: and besides, a lot of it is just luck -=lies to cover fear of
what she might come face to face to in the republic..or rather, who=-
Col Jagged Fel: Depending on who you ask luck can be considered better than
skill
Z Antilles: -=smirks=- now YOU sound like the corellian
Col Jagged Fel: I am, in a way
Z Antilles: oh?
Z Antilles: That explains a lot, but you don't have the attitude...
Col Jagged Fel: That because of my Chiss training
Col Jagged Fel: My father and mother are both Corellian
Z Antilles: Fel..you wouldn't just happen to be Barron Fel's son...would
you?
Col Jagged Fel: That's correct
Z Antilles: b...but..wouldn't that make you wedge'..er general antilles'
nephew?
Col Jagged Fel: Yes it does, but it's rare that we see each other
Z Antilles: -=now it was her turn to grab the clawcraft for support as to
not fall over. and all she could say was a simple "oh"=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=steps forward a bit=- You okay?
Z Antilles: huh? um, yeah...
Z Antilles: sorry.i uh..i really should rejoin my pilots..
Col Jagged Fel: -=pump clicks off=-
Col Jagged Fel: I'm sure the republic could find spots for all of them also
Z Antilles: -=turns as if to go, then turns back with his words=-
Col Jagged Fel: If nothing else consider it training
Col Jagged Fel: and then come back
Z Antilles: I doubt they'd go. most of them have family here.
Col Jagged Fel: What about those not in the majority?
Z Antilles: ...you can't take away the planet's entire defense..what's left of it anyway..
Z Antilles: You don't really care about them though, do you?
Z Antilles: you want me to go
Z Antilles: all because of one lucky torp shot?
Col Jagged Fel: I'm not convinced it's lucky. And I don't let a good pilot
go easily.
Z Antilles: -=she sighed=-
Z Antilles: -=this could be the chance, she knew..to meet him...but that was a thought that scared her to death as much as it thrilled her=-
Z Antilles: -=but, no one would have to know except her..until she was
ready=-
Z Antilles: -=nods in agreement=- if it's alright, i think i WOULD like to join you
Col Jagged Fel: Do you have a ride? Or do I need to call in for a pickup?
Z Antilles: If you can wait until it's ready, I have my x-wing
Z Antilles: It doesn't belong to the planetary defense, i own it.
Col Jagged Fel: That'll do just fine
Col Jagged Fel: Alright get your things and I'll meet you in the air and
escort you to Coruscant.
Col Jagged Fel: *****end sim*****
