first bit is cut out. Tycho basically drags Wes to the sims, letting him fly against imp targets, then turns on the heat and makes it flying against uglies, and then against X-Wing pirates.

Wes Janson: -=dives and rolls to avoid pursuit=-

Mike Ngo: ::the A-wing pilot quickly changes direction to go to port, trying to lose him::

Tycho Celchu: -= the awing vetors in and fires...a blast nicks the port wing =-

Wes Janson: C> Stop pursuit! I'm not your enemy!

Pash Cracken: C> Com on Wes...its me ...Pash! -= smiles =- at least fight back or something!

Tycho Celchu: Pvt Com> You heard him Wes...fight back

Wes Janson: C> NO! I Won't shoot at us! Never again!

Mike Ngo: ::he continues on his arc, making a wide upward loop to change direction and vector toward the a-wing::

Mike Ngo: ::the a-wing pilot makes a sharp turn to make a head-to-head pass::

Tycho Celchu: -= the a-wing fires again =-

Tycho Celchu: -= and misses =-

Mike Ngo: ::takes his hand off the trigger and prepares to evade::

Pash Cracken: C> -= laughs =- Ok Major...whatever...its your funeral! -= laughs =-

Wes Janson: -=continues to dive and bank, keeping any lock from getting on him=- C> Why can't these things coem with hyperdirves?!

Mike Ngo: ::the A-wing fires and he executes a textbook weave, followed by a waving manuever and a last weave to prevent him from crashing into the A-wing as he overshoots::

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho hits a few keys...a squint appears right behind Wes=-

Pash Cracken: Pvt Com> Im gonna get you Wes...-= laughs =-

Wes Janson: -=sees squint and turns sharply=-

Mike Ngo: ::he starts a wide-arc upward, keeping it so as the a-wing can try to lock on him::

Tycho Celchu: -= the squint is steady ina strait line of flight, it arks to attempt to lock on Wes =-

Mike Ngo: ::the a-wing follows his arc, trying to track him::

Wes Janson: -=twists and comes up behind the squint, getting a lock and firing lasers=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the squint disappeers and the awing is suddenly the target =- -= the awing vaporizes in a ball of fire =-

Mike Ngo: ::he breaks reversely, hopeful that the pilot will catch on::

Wes Janson: -=breaks away, a wild cry escaping his lips=-

Pash Cracken: C> Woah!! Good shooting Wes, you really got me on that one

Mike Ngo: ::The A-wing pilot anticipated the break and follows, opening fire::

Pash Cracken: Pvt Com> What now Wes?

Mike Ngo: ::he smiles as his Squint shuts down::

Wes Janson: -=takes already hurt hand and smashes it into the control panal of the SIM=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the sim screens shut down as all simulators open up =-

Mike Ngo: ::his pod opens up and he steps out::

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho walks over to Wes's simulator =- You have to get back into the game Wes

Wes Janson: -=sits in his sim, breathing hard, ignoring the pain in his hand=-

Tycho Celchu: the enemy does not always use imp fighters

Wes Janson: -=looks up at Tycho, then jumps out of the sim at him=-

Tycho Celchu: -= sidesteps =-

Wes Janson: That was a dirty trick

Tycho Celchu: It was neccesary

Mike Ngo: ::steps out to be greeted with what's going on now::

Wes Janson: No it was't. -=swings at Tycho with his good arm=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks back around as he wipes blood from the corner of his mouth =- At ease Major!

Wes Janson: -=growls and leaps at Tycho again=-

Mike Ngo: ::runs up, about to stop the fight...::

Tycho Celchu: -= falls to the side not letting Wes pin him =-I told you AT EASE MAJOR!! -= face red =-

Wes Janson: -=cocks back arm and holds it in position=- WHy should I listen to you?

Tycho Celchu: -= gets up and steps back =- Because I said so Maj...-= wipes his mouth again =- and because im your friend Wes

Tycho Celchu: -= Looks around =- You are all dismissed!

Wes Janson: -=grittts teeth=- Some friend. -=turns to walk away=-

Tycho Celchu: Except for you Wes

Wes Janson: -=walks away, holding up injured hand=- I'm going to med bay.

Tycho Celchu: -= rubs at his side =- Fine Wes... but im not turning my back on you

Wes Janson: -=looks over his shoulder=- I wouldn't anyway. -=exits=-

Tycho Celchu: -= leans hard on a sim pod =- and i wont let you turn yours on me.... -= rubs his side again and walks out the door heading to the med center =- -= pulls out a comlink =- C> Emtry

DESCRIPTION: C> EMTRY HERE SIR

Tycho Celchu: C> Get me the name of Wes's shrink...and the office location. NOW!

DESCRIPTION: C> YES SIR

Mike Ngo: ::goes off to greet the A-wing pilots and commend them on a good job::

Tycho Celchu: -= minutes later Emtry calls and gives tycho the information =-

DESCRIPTION: -= tycho arrives at the New Republic Mental Health Services Office =-

Tycho Celchu: -= burts into the doctors office =- Am I interrupting??!!

Dr. Anreson: -=young woman in glasses looks up=- No. Do you have an appointment?

Tycho Celchu: -= sits in the chair oppisote the desk =- No, but i need to discuss a patient of yours

Dr. Anreson: Patient information is classified, Mr...

Tycho Celchu: COLONEL Tycho Celchu...Rogue Squadron

Dr. Anreson: Rank is not an issue here, Colonel Celchu. And it does not intimidate me. Your access to files runs the same as everyones.

Tycho Celchu: Wes Janson is MY pilot and My friend

Dr. Anreson: Ah, yes. Janson. I know his name would come up again. Let me guess.... Not acting like himself. Very angry. Unable to perform duties that he used to excel in, especially in flying. Am I close at all, Colonel?

Tycho Celchu: Pretty damn accurate Doc -= leans back in the chair =-

Dr. Anreson: Want to know my opinion, Colonel? I can give it free of charge.

Tycho Celchu: Sure

Dr. Anreson: -=leans forward=- placing a blaster in someone's hand does not lead for a healthy recovery in someone who has mental issues. Have you even considered how much you might have stunted his recovery from that incident?

Tycho Celchu: Look lady... -= leans foward =- Sometimes we dont have time to do "clinical" things!

Tycho Celchu: In combat...we do what works

Dr. Anreson: Yet getting your "friend" back into the cockpit is more important than his health?

Tycho Celchu: Sithspit! -= stands =- We broke him out of that damn catatonic state he was in

Dr. Anreson: Colonel, have you ever heard of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome?

Tycho Celchu: -= sits down =- Yeah..so?

Dr. Anreson: Have you ever dealt with someone, besides Major Janson, with this disorder?

Tycho Celchu: -= rolls his eyes =- What is your point?

Dr. Anreson: my point is, Colonel, that your friend is not going to get any better until he is allowed to heal... and by forcing him to continue on, to "overcome" these feelings inside him is only making his condition more chronic. So I suggest that unless you want major Janson to end up back in the psych ward for good, you ease up on pressuring him, and let him find his way with OUR help. You're not a doctor, COLONEL.

Dr. Anreson: If you are his friend, that is

Tycho Celchu: -= gives the doc a cold stare =- Nor are you his friend!!

Dr. Anreson: I'm not paid to be his friend, COlonel. I'm paid to make him the man who once was YOUR friend. Major Janson, as you can tell, is not the one that you know anymore.

Dr. Anreson: -=sees the split lip=- I'm sure you've seen examples of this firsthand.

Tycho Celchu: -= touchs the corner of his mouth =- So the hell what. He is still my friend

Dr. Anreson: When was the last time Major Janson cracked a joke? I recall him being quite a prankster. -=leans back, crossing arms=-

Tycho Celchu: -= nods =- He has been kinda sullen lately.......... -= looks away =-

Dr. Anreson: Have you taken the Major into battle recently? Simulator wise?

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at the doc =- Sure, every pilot is required to pull 20 hours of sim time after extended down time

Dr. Anreson: Did you ever stop to think that I certified him UNfit to fly for a reason?

Tycho Celchu: -= laughs =- A sim aint no fighter Lady

Dr. Anreson: Yet to someone still in his condition... -=sits up=- you didn't make him fly as an Imperial, did you?

Tycho Celchu: -= gets up and walks to the window, admiring the vista of coruscant beyond =- -= a view of a city that he and Wes and the other Rogues, fought so hard for =- -= his memories drift back to to the liberation of Coruscant =- -= snaps out of it =- Huh...what?

Dr. Anreson: -=stands=- You made him fly as an Imperial, didn't you? Thinking you could snap him out of his psychosis... but instead you made him relive everything that happened to him again in his mind!

Tycho Celchu: -= yells =- We only ran the damn Redemption Scenerio....

Dr. Anreson: It could have been a training seminar to learn the controls! You just put him back into the mind he's trying to FREE himself from! Colonel, you're going to kill him at this rate! And this time, he'll bring his OWN blaster.

Tycho Celchu: -= frowns =- How, Pash went to see him at the med bay...he shot down Pash in the sim. He will see Pash and it will all be ok

Dr. Anreson: -=goes to com=- med bay?

DESCRIPTION: C> Med Bay here.

Tycho Celchu: -= looks back out the window at the passing speeder traffic =-

Dr. Anreson: Dr. Anreson here. Has Major Wes Janson come into their for treatment of anykind? -=looks up at Tycho=-

DESCRIPTION: -=pause=- C> No Ma'am. No Janson's on the treatment sheets.

Dr. Anreson: -=stares at Tycho=- Anyone in the waiting room?

Tycho Celchu: -= hears the conversation and turns towards the doc =- Wes broke his damn hand puching stuff

DESCRIPTION: C> No ma'am, it's been a slow day. um... Actually, i recall a man coming in looking for someone, but he left quickly...

Tycho Celchu: -= rubs at his still sore jaw =-

Dr. Anreson: Please keep a lookout and call me if he comes in. -=turns off com=- And yet this hand didn't make you wonder atn all about him?

Tycho Celchu: -= sneers =- Look doc...I dont read palms lady -= pulls out comlink =-

Tycho Celchu: C> Capt Ngo.....Celchu Here

Dr. Anreson: Neither do I, Colonel. Palm reading is for fortune tellers, not doctors.

Mike Ngo: C>Hey Colonel. What's up?

Tycho Celchu: C> Have you seen Wes?

Mike Ngo: ::still chatting with the A-wing jockies in the tap caf:: C>no sir.... i thought he went to medical...... is everything okay? ::concerned::

Tycho Celchu: -= looks away from the doc and talks quietly into the com=- C> Go find him please...now

Dr. Anreson: -=goes to sit down, pulling out Wes' file=-

Mike Ngo: C>Right. I'm on it. Ngo out.

Tycho Celchu: -= pockets the comlink and turns back towards the doc =-

Mike Ngo: ::he departs from tap caf and starts lookin::

Dr. Anreson: It says here that Janson was put through a speedy recovery track to regain admission to Rogue Squadron... then put back on flight duty, though our department advised against it. Is this true?

Tycho Celchu: General Antilles and I agreed he might heal faster in the cockpit of a fighter

Dr. Anreson: -=looks back to file=- It seems that one of the people from his time under the cloned senator is now a member of the same squadron.

Mike Ngo: C>Emtrey do you read?

Dr. Anreson: -=looks up=- and dating Janson's baby sister?

Tycho Celchu: Col Jagged Fel

DESCRIPTION: C>Emtrey here, Sir.

Tycho Celchu: -= walks to the chair and leans on it =-

Mike Ngo: C>Heyhey. you have any idea where Major Janson might be? i have orders to retrieve him

Tycho Celchu: Im not too keen on the idea, but the New Republic was once the Rebel Alliance and all of us were Imperial at one point or another

Dr. Anreson: And he is just coming out of a lenghty bacta stay from a virus that affected most of the squad?

DESCRIPTION: C> He was headed towards the offices last I saw him. He was quiet rude, sir, and bleeding. I suggested he go to med bay, but he did not listen.

Tycho Celchu: Which is why he needed to log sim hours! -= frustrated =- I told you before

Mike Ngo: C>Offices... Okay thanks Emtrey. Ngo out.

Dr. Anreson: Major Janson was never an Imperial, Colonel. You knew that, right?

Tycho Celchu: Yeah, ok...most of us

Mike Ngo: offices..... ::makes his way to the nearest Turbolift::

Dr. Anreson: Colonel, your Major has suffered more stress from this event than we even know at this time. our treatment was shortened on him due to your orders from command. He can't recall still all the evens that took place, and probably never will. This syndrome is not going to go away, but he needs time, time that you're cutting short on him.

Mike Ngo: ::exits the turbolift onto the office areas::

Tycho Celchu: Woah....all I want to do is get Wes back... i dont care how. I do need him now

Dr. Anreson: Well, at this rate, you're never going to get "him" back. What you'll get is an angry, bitter shell that will relive that nightmare of events anytime you take him into battle until he reaches a point where he will end up in the padded room for good this time

Mike Ngo: ::looks around the hallways for any clues::

Tycho Celchu: -= sits in the chair and leans foward, his head in his hands =-

Wes Janson: -=noise of breaking things can be heard down the hall=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he rubs at his eyes =- I need my frind back, I want my pilot back

Mike Ngo: ::curious, he approaches the source of the noise::

Dr. Anreson: -=kneels down beside Tycho=- which do you want more, Colonel? Your friend, or a pilot?

Wes Janson: -=what sounds like glass breaking comes from behind a door=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks up at the doc =- My friend of course

Mike Ngo: ::sees the door unlocked::

Wes Janson: -=more breaking noises=-

Mike Ngo: ::opens the door....::

Dr. Anreson: Then Colonel, let us help him. Give him the time he needs. Then hopefully you'll get him back, and eventually a pilot as well.

Tycho Celchu: -= a tear rolls down his cheek =- I have to know he is ok...before its too late

Mike Ngo: What the.... ::scanning the room::

Wes Janson: -=turns to look at door, eyes blurred with anger and sweat=- -=presses back against wall =-

Mike Ngo: ::steps in::

Wes Janson: -=the one good hand grasps something from the nearby table=-

Tycho Celchu: -= gets up =- Sorry... -= composes himself and puts on that military facade =-

Mike Ngo: ::on guard:: Wes... you okay man?

Wes Janson: -=sees a man in a black flightsuit walk in=- Imperial bastard! -=jumps at Mike=-

Mike Ngo: ::his eyes widen::

Tycho Celchu: Keep me informed of his condition doc.... Sorry to disturb you

Mike Ngo: ::he manages to sidestep and tries to get a hold of an arm::

Dr. Anreson: I would suggest, Tycho, that you bring him back

Tycho Celchu: -= walks out of the office =-

Dr. Anreson: we're not allowed to see him unless it ceoms from command.

Tycho Celchu: -= stops =-

Wes Janson: -=screams out in pain as Mike grabs the broken hand's arm, and tries to bash him backwards against the wall=-

Dr. Anreson: We haven't been allowed to see Major Janson since his release

Tycho Celchu: -= walks back in =- Do whatever you need to doc........ I'll sign the orders

Mike Ngo: ::is thrown into a wall::

Dr. Anreson: it was part of the orders you and General Antilles gave. We follow up on our own.

Mike Ngo: Janson! get a hold of yourself!

Dr. Anreson: What he needs, Sir, is to get back into treatment... around the clock.

Mike Ngo: It's Mike!

Wes Janson: Let go of me, you son of a sith!

Tycho Celchu: -= turns and leaves but yells back =- I'll have him in med bay in 10 min...just treat him!

Wes Janson: -=pushes back again into wall=-

Mike Ngo: ::grimacing from the pressure, he attempts to trip him at the legs and pin him down::

Wes Janson: -=gets free and runs forward to desk, grabbing the "Colonel Celchu" nameplate=-

Tycho Celchu: -= pulls out comlink =- C> Capt Ngo

Mike Ngo: ::regaining his breath::

Wes Janson: Come'on, try to get me again... -=swipes nameplate in air as warning=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Capt Ngo..come in please

Mike Ngo: ::he tucks into a roll, recovering and tries to trip him, do something to bring him down:: ::he inadvertedly turns on his comm::

Tycho Celchu: -= walks into a nearby Turbo lift =-

Wes Janson: -=falls back, hitting the ground hard=-

Tycho Celchu: -= hears the sounds of a scuffle =-

Mike Ngo: ::he scrambles to get the nameplate::

Wes Janson: -=tries to get legs intangled in Mike's to bring him down=-

Mike Ngo: ::grabs it, but is tripped::

Tycho Celchu: Sithspit! -= pockets the comlink and punches the area selector on the TL panel =-

Wes Janson: -=loses the nameplate as Mike falls beside him. Tries to get on top of him to choke him=-

Mike Ngo: ::he jabs him lightly in the throat::

Wes Janson: goes back slightly, gasping, then cocks arm back and aims a punch at MIke's face=-

Tycho Celchu: -= runs down a series of hall ways =-

Mike Ngo: ::takes a hit, stunned::

Wes Janson: -=reaches down and grabs Mike's blaster, holding it at him=-

Mike Ngo: ::he attempts to knee him in the stomach::

Wes Janson: Next time, actually try to kill me

Tycho Celchu: -= enters the open door, grabbing his blaster he hits Wes with a stun blast =- -= Wes never saw it coming =-

Wes Janson: -=falls backwards, his body fires the blaster by impulse=-

Mike Ngo: ::he reflectively moves his head to dodge:: ::is grazed on the ear::

Tycho Celchu: Emprors Black bones!! -= pulls comlink =- C>EMtry!! Get med techs in my office...NOW!

Mike Ngo: ::he feels the Major's body go limp and he throws him off::

Tycho Celchu: -= goes to mikes side =- Capt..are you ok?!

DESCRIPTION: -= med techs arrive and a few security troops follow in =-

Mike Ngo: ::coughs:: not really, but i really have no choice do I...

Tycho Celchu: -= points at Capt Ngo =- This man needs to be checked out

Mike Ngo: ::puts a hand to his ear, removes it to find blood::

Tycho Celchu: Sorry Mike... i had to do it, he was gonna kill you

Wes Janson: -=groans=-

Tycho Celchu: -= motions to the guards to stun cuff the still passed out major janson =-

Mike Ngo: I think it was the black suit... ::standing::

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at mike =- guess he was after me

Mike Ngo: ::rubbing his jaw as well ::damn...

DESCRIPTION: -= the guards cuff and pick up Wes =-

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho motions them out the door =- Take him to med bay,,,his doc should be waiting

Wes Janson: -=head rolls forward, and his eyes flutter=-

DESCRIPTION: -= the guards nod and march him out =-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at mike =- He throws one hell of a punch eh?

Mike Ngo: He didn't mean it. at least i hope he didn't

Tycho Celchu: -= sighs =- Wes has some problems right now Unfortunately...it seems the only way we can help him, is by not doing anything

Mike Ngo: well... the meds should be able to help them right col.?

Tycho Celchu: -= shakes head =- I hope so Capt...... i hope so

Mike Ngo: ::looks around, he hand him his name plate:: sorry 'bout your office ::smiles sheepishy::

Tycho Celchu: -= takes the nale plate =- Its ok.... I wanted to redecorate anyway

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