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DESCRIPTION: ---- The group has been back four nights, three days now. Siee has woken from her treatments, in which the sister ordered brother to take his bacta dip. Once out, Wes went to visit Siee, but she slept. Awake and bored, he makes his way to the hanger bay, stopping by his locker to change out of the borrowed scrubs and into an old, comfortable flightsuit. He then walks to his X-wing and just stares at it, having been since beruss that he really had last flown-----

Doc Anreson: -=still barely believing she's a Rogue now, Doc wanders with Wily toward the starfighterbay=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho sits in the nearby mess hall...sipping a cup of Caf =-

Wes Janson:: -=walks silently around the machine, running his finger along the kill markings=- -=with a huff, he pulls himself up onto the closed S-foils and sits on them, looking out at the sky through the magcon field=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Adds another name to the plaque of Rogue Squadron heroes ((Fel))=-

Wes Janson:: -=he turns as the cockpit hatch opens, and Snipe beeps happily at him. He stands and walks along the wing to the cockpit to get the translation=- I'm happy to see you too, Snipe.

Tycho Celchu: -= downs his caf and sits there...wathcing the few pilots move in and out of the mess hall at this late hour =-

Doc Anreson: -=reaches the starfighter bay, and quietly heads towards her new x-wing=-

Wes Janson:: -=looks over the inside, talking to Snipe about how everthing has been kept looking nice. Snipe then inquires if Wes wants to take a ride=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho unzips a pocket on his flightsuit and puts a few data cards he had been working on, into the pocket =-

Doc Anreson: -=stops halfway, hearing some astromech whistling. heads toward the sound quietly=- -=looses the sound and shrugs, turns and heads back toward her fighter at a slow pace, oftenly touching the domed head of Wily=-

Wes Janson:: -=he closes his eyes, hearing Tycho, Siee, and hobbie and others in his mind trying to get him back to his old self. he takes a deep breath and hops into his fighter=- =slowly walks through the start up procedure, the feel of the cockpit slowly coming back though his hands are still shaky. He puts on his life support and helmet, and gloves=-

Wes Janson:: C> Control... this is Major Janson.. clearance for takeoff requested.

Doc Anreson: -=hears an X-wing starting up and looks around for where that sound's coming from=-

DESCRIPTION: C> Starfighter Control here, we do not have a filed flight plan for you Major

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs and reaches her x-wing, running a hand across the nose's fuselage lovingly, like the meeting of kindred spirits=-

Wes Janson:: C> I'm... I'm just taking a pleasure ride, control. Get out some stress. Not leaving the system.

Tycho Celchu: -= Gets up form his seat and exits to the hall =-

Doc Anreson: -=moves slowly around the fighter=--=looks up towards the sound briefly=-

DESCRIPTION: C> Ok Major...stay out of restricted space and if you need a hand..we have alert craft on standby

Wes Janson:: C> Thanks control. Over and out.

DESCRIPTION: C> You are Clear to launch

Wes Janson:: -=takes a deep breath and then lifts up on repulsor lifts and aims nose towards the exit=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=lays asleep on his bunk=-

Doc Anreson: -=looks up and sees an X-wing leaving, the markings look like...=- Janson!? -=whispers=-

Wes Janson:: -=flies slowly out of hanger and out of the atmosphere, his hand sweaty on the controls=- I can do this... I can do this...

Doc Anreson: -=frowns slightly and decides to comm hobbie, since he's janson's best friend, maybe he knows what's going on=-

Wes Janson:: -=closes eyes and starts to do some basica flying manuvers, feeling the spins pushing him back against his seat=-

Doc Anreson: C> Anreson to Klivian.

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho goes to the Launch bay and walks through the fighters...noticing the Doc =-

Hobbie Klivian: -=hears the comm and falls off his bunk=- C> Doc?

Wes Janson:: -=a smile comes to his face, remembering what it feels like to fly, that love he once had=-

Doc Anreson: C> yeah, listen... you've seen Wes lately?

Tycho Celchu: -= He nods as he passes her but otherwise ignores her as he continues to his fighter =-

Doc Anreson: -=nods absently to celchu=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=yawns=- C> I think I heard him showering a while ago.

Wes Janson:: -=speeds up, doing faster turns and dives, getting his confidence back=-

Doc Anreson: C> I think I just saw him fly out of the starfighter bay.

Hobbie Klivian: -=sits up=- C> Say what?!

Doc Anreson: -=speaks as though to a small child=- C> I said, I saw Wes' fighter just leave the bay.

Hobbie Klivian: C> Stay, I'll be right there. -=switches off comm and pulls on flightsuit, running for the bay=-

Wes Janson:: -=as Wes finishes his spin, a group of pirates appear in front of him. Ships include a corellian corvette and an assembly of random ships, both of NR and Imp make=-

Doc Anreson: You stay here Wily... I've got a bad feeling.... -=voice trails off and as droid beeps oddly, she moves to the hanger door to meet hobbie=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho stops on the way to his fighter to momentarily talk to Zarii about a lose panel he remembered he had =-

Doc Anreson: -=reaches the hangerbay door, and leans up against the wall in wait=-

DESCRIPTION: -=an alarm starts to wail in the hanger bay=-

Doc Anreson: Sith!

Hobbie Klivian: -=runs up to her breathing heavily then hears the alarm=- What the?

Corran Horn: -=leans back in the chair next to wedge's desk=-

Wes Janson:: Oh sith! -=twists ship away as the fighters start to follow him=-

Doc Anreson: C'mon!

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho looks up and then leaves Zarii, sprinting to his fighter =-

Doc Anreson: -=waves a hand and runs toward her fighter=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Hands Corran a datadisk from the Wraiths=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=nods and runs to his fighter=-

Corran Horn: -=sits forward suddenly, grabbing the disk and popping it in his pocket=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he leaps up into his fighter as UGh starts the preflight =-

Corran Horn: Guess it's time to run. Let's go

Doc Anreson: -=as wily is put in his place, she climbs up into her cockpit, quickly donning the flight gear=-

Corran Horn: -=heads for the door, then the hangar bay=-

Wes Janson:: C> Control! We've got a set of pirates in system... Corellian Corvette and a group of fighters... need assistance fast!

Hobbie Klivian: -=comms Crash to get preflight started as he climbs into the ship=-

Wedge Antilles: -=nods=- There wasn't a drill today that I can remember...-=follows Corran out=-

Doc Anreson: -=lets out a slow sigh to calm her nerves, as she hasn't flown combat in a few years=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Ugh confirms all is green and Tycho thumbs on the starte switches as he dons his helmet oand gloves =-

Doc Anreson: -=flipps a few switches quickly, as the cockpit closes and locks down. =-

Wes Janson:: -=sends all shields to cover his aft as he tries to dodge away from the pirates=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the canopy closes as he checks in with control =-

Corran Horn: -=reaches the bay with wedge in tow and heads for his green/black/white fighter=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=puts on helmet and hits the comm=- C> Control, what do we have?

Tycho Celchu: C> Control..this is Alert 5...what have we got?

Doc Anreson: -=checks in=- C> Rogue 2, four lit - what's on the overhead?

Wedge Antilles: -=breaks off from Corran and climbs up the side of his fighter=-

Corran Horn: -=drops in and dons his flight helmet and gloves. runs a system check=- C>Rogue 9, four and four, all good to go

Wes Janson:: -=dodges and break back, evening out shields, diving into the heart of the formation to get them to scatter and break off of him=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Plops into his seat talking into the comm before he even gets it on=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> Control, this is Rogue 7, who is up there?

Wedge Antilles: C> Rogue lead is heading out.

Tycho Celchu: -= Tychos fighter lifts off the deck and glides out of the bay and into the air =-

Wes Janson:: C> All fighters, there is a pirate group of unknonw size in quadrent 7. Single craft in area reports one Corellian corvette and an unknon amount of fighters

Hobbie Klivian: -=follows Tycho out the bay=-

Corran Horn: -=lifts off and lights 'em, shooting out after Inyri=-

Doc Anreson: -=takes a deep breath, and kicks in repulsor lifts=- calm down doc, you ain't been lost yet -=speaks quietly to self as she follows tycho and hobbie out of the bay=-

DESCRIPTION: C> They are giving active pursuit of single scout, so they are tagged hostile

Wedge Antilles: -=kicks in the repulsers and swings the fighter about=-

Tycho Celchu: -= kicks in the thrusters =- C> Copy..Alert Fighters are enroute!

DESCRIPTION: -=the fighters, mainly of Y and A wing make, but with a few squints and unglies, start to pepper janson's fighter with lasers=-

Tycho Celchu: C> 7 ? what are you doing here? I didnt know you were on standby with me today?

Hobbie Klivian: C> I happened to be in the area. I think I know who's up there.

Doc Anreson: -=tucks in with tycho and hobbie=-

Tycho Celchu: -= slows his pace =- C> Didnt see you up in the air boss...wanna take lead?

Corran Horn: -=brings up his HUD and finds a target=-

Doc Anreson: C> Sith, it's six out there guys.... -=grumbles=-

Tycho Celchu: -= sighs =- C> Lock S-Foils in Attack position!

Wedge Antilles: C> Yeah Tycho. Corran and Hobbie try and draw some fire.

Hobbie Klivian: -=grumbles=- C> Copy lead.

Wes Janson:: bings ship around into a sharp dive, three fighters peppering his tail

Doc Anreson: -=locks 'em up and out=-

Corran Horn: -=locks his s-foils and banks wide left=-

Tycho Celchu: -= flips the switch and arms his cannons and torps =-

Wedge Antilles: C> Doc and Tych protect wes

Hobbie Klivian: -=locks S-Foils and flies into the fray=-

Tycho Celchu: -= his fighter breaks atmosphere behind Wedge =-

Doc Anreson: C> As ordered.

Wedge Antilles: -=Locks his foils=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Copy boss

Corran Horn: -=cuts back right and strafes the enemy formation, drawing fire=-

Wes Janson:: C> Wedge? Tycho? is that you SITH! -=twists and a shot hits him hard=-

Doc Anreson: -=tucks in tight behind tycho=-

Tycho Celchu: C> 2! On me...Wes is in trouble!

Doc Anreson: C> I'm already here, you lead this dance....

Corran Horn: -=slams the rudder and pulls back, dropping an ugly in his sights=-

Tycho Celchu: -= veers towards a group of fighters attacking Wes =-

Corran Horn: -=lets loose with a quad burst=- -=the ugly explodes brilliantl=-

Tycho Celchu: -= one breaks off to escape , Tycho ignores it and goes after a squint on Wes's tail =-

Corran Horn: -=slams the throttle back forward in an attempt to avoid the scattered return fire=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he sets up for quad fire =-

Doc Anreson: -=doc stays tucked in tight=-

Corran Horn: -=several near misses later he is in the clear=-

Tycho Celchu: -= 3 of Tychos 4 shots hit the ball cockpit of the squint, vaporizing it instantly =- C> Your tail is clear for now 6!

Doc Anreson: -=sees another veering in on their little group=-

Tycho Celchu: C> 2 ...you have lead now

Wedge Antilles: -=dives down right behind Wes making a 90 degree angle with his and Wes' fighter=-

Corran Horn: -=a pair of wishbones drop in on his tail=-C>This is nine, requesting assistance

Doc Anreson: -=knocks off a wing and the squint goes boom!=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Copy 9...on my way

Corran Horn: -=jukes right and dives as the y-wings fire=-

Tycho Celchu: C> 2..stay with lead!

Wes Janson:: -=pulls away from the battle and goes towards the edge, shaking badly=-

Doc Anreson: C> will do......

Wedge Antilles: -=His gambit worked pulling some fighters off of Wes and onto him=-

Corran Horn: -=his shields hiss as he cuts his dive short and breaks out to port=-

Tycho Celchu: -= vectors off towards Corran, his throttel full up =-

Doc Anreson: -=swoops in behind the fighters on wedge=-

Corran Horn: -=chopping throttle and jerking the stick and rudder, he lines up a wishbone=-

Doc Anreson: -=knocks one out of the sky, and realligns aim=-

Corran Horn: -=fires a pair of quad bursts then jets away=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Quickly flips his fighter around using the explosion as a shield=-

Tycho Celchu: -= drops his targeting box on one wishbone =- -= fires =-

Doc Anreson: -=bolts lance through the bogey's cockpit and it explodes in a lovely fashion a few moments later=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Explosion clears with an ugly right in front of him=- -=Fires 1 quad=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the other wishbone loses an engine and spirals down at Coruscant =-

Wedge Antilles: -=One hits the cockpit killing the pilot=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks around =- C> 6 ???!!! Where are you?

Wes Janson:: -=watches the battle with flickering eyes, his hand shaking on the stick and his S-Foils still in cruise position=-

Doc Anreson: -=tucks in behind wedge=- C> lead, 2, I'm your wing.

Wes Janson:: C> Edge of the field... away... -=shaking in his voice=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Its ok 6...we can handel it..head for base

Hobbie Klivian: -=flys by Wes=- C> 6... Wes... lock your foils.

Doc Anreson: PVTC+6> Go on, Wes... get outta here....

Wedge Antilles: C> Copy two. Go for that pair of A's at 1 o'clock

Tycho Celchu: -= veers left and hard as an uglie just misses him =-

Wes Janson:: PVT+Hobbie> I can't...

Corran Horn: -=takes a wide turn out, and an opporutnistic deflection shot on a passing TIE=-

Doc Anreson: -=veers off to the right a bit and opens fire=-

Corran Horn: -=the cockpit is pierced and send the fighter into a dead sin=-

Hobbie Klivian: PVT+Wes> Come on, Wes... you gotta take my wing.

Doc Anreson: C> I will in a minute here -=growls in frustration=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Switches to torps and decides that that CORV is getting a bit close =-

Wedge Antilles: -=His box turns green and he opens up on the fighter=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he jinks and jukes to duck incoming TL fire =-

Wedge Antilles: -=The A get's hit and breaks off=- C> I'm following him

Doc Anreson: -=shots pepper the A-wing, one lancing through and hitting the engine, lovely incandecent explosion=-

Wes Janson:: PVT+Hob> ... i just can't...

Wedge Antilles: -=Hits his rudder sliding his fighter around to stay on the aft of the A=- -=Brackets the fighter again and pulls the trigger=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the CORV opens up with a hail of fire as Tycho tries to get a target lock =-

Hobbie Klivian: PVT+Wes> Fine, Wes... just fine. If I get shot down, it's your fault.

Doc Anreson: -=flips around and looks around and follows wedge=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=dives back into the fray=- -=strafes a Y as he passes=-

Wes Janson:: -=eyes follow Hobbie as he leaves, and he bites his lips=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes out a wing and rolls to find another=-

Tycho Celchu: -= ugh screams as he flies in =- C> Hope no ones behind me...im coming out hot!!

Doc Anreson: PVTC+Wes> Forget what I said earlier -=silence a moment as she evades a blast=- Trust yourself....

Corran Horn: C>Want some help with that 'Vette 7?

Wedge Antilles: Sith! -=Gets frustrated with his bad aim=-

Doc Anreson: -=pulls up a bit and adjusts aim=-

Wes Janson:: -=sees an X-Wing ugly come up behind Hobbie and lock onto him=- Oh Sith! -=flips his S-Foils on and dives back into the fray=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Both torps plow headling into the port rear engine housing =-

Doc Anreson: -=shots pepper the a-wing=- C> care for some help, lead?

Hobbie Klivian: -=Crash screams=- Great, just great. -=tries to evade the ugly=-

Wedge Antilles: C> I could use it, can't seem to get the job done myself -=Hits the firing stud again=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> A little help here. I can't shake this one.

Tycho Celchu: -= He flips the fighter into a 180 and jionks as he exits the onslaught of TL fire =-

Wes Janson:: -=brings lasers up to full and feels hand grip the trigger=- I'm coming Hobbie...

Wedge Antilles: -=Shots finish up the beat up fighter=-

Wes Janson: -=fires a quad burst=-

Doc Anreson: -=grins=-

Wes Janson:: -=sees the ugly take a hit on the engines and fires again=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=watches rear shields dropping=- Sith.

Doc Anreson: C> where to now, boss?

Wes Janson:: -=two engines... =- Come on... you're a gunner... you're a Rogue... take this hutt dropping out!

Wedge Antilles: C> Ground zero on the hop -=loops the fighter around=-

Doc Anreson: C> then let's go already! -=battle fever kicks in finally=-

Wes Janson:: -=lines up sights and fires=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=jinks away from from another shot=-

Doc Anreson: -=tucks in tightly behind wedge=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho does another 180 and heads back in on the CORV for another run =-

Wes Janson:: -=three engines... fires one more time, holding the trigger down=-

Wedge Antilles: C> 2 watch that ugly below us

Wes Janson:: -=the ship explodes behind Hobbie and Wes flyies through the dust cloud, a cry of victory on his lips over the comm=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Copy lead...on last pass and I'm there

Doc Anreson: -=sees the ugly and flipps down slightly=-

Corran Horn: -=lines up in direct aft of the CORV, getting a lock and dumping off a pair of torps at it=-

Doc Anreson: -=shots go wide, growls in frustration and tries again=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sees blast take rear shields to zero=- C> Now, that's the Wes I know!

Tycho Celchu: -= fires a dual set of torps at the CORV =-

Doc Anreson: -=accidently hits comm=-C>ARRAUGH! -=frustrated=-

Wes Janson:: -=flies up beside Hobbie, breathing hard but smiling and waves to his wingmate=-

Corran Horn: -=one skips off the outer edge of the shield and explodes, causing minimal damage=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=evens out shields and pulls up on Wes' wing=- PVT+Wes> Thanks pal.

Wedge Antilles: -=Another ugly passes by his cockpit and he takes a quick snapshot at it=-

Tycho Celchu: -= one torp dissipates on the remaining shiled but the other punches through, the hull bulges as it rips and gouts fire out of the hole=-

Doc Anreson: -=shots lance across ughly, but don't doo quite enough damage=-

Corran Horn: -=triggers another pair of torps then switches to lasers=-

Wes Janson:: Pvt+Hob> Let's go play.

Wedge Antilles: -=Shots damage it and he leave it be picking up another target=-

Doc Anreson: -=after taking a deep breath, she reaimed and shot the ugly straight through=- C> TAKE THAT!

Corran Horn: -=both connect solidly as he takes his fighter up and away from the corv=-

Doc Anreson: -=swings around and suddenly realized he had hit the comm on, flicks it off=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Pulls a quick rolling dive and fires at his new target=-

Wes Janson:: -=sees an a-wing ugly pacing Tycho and turns to sight it=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=heads into the fray and goes after a Y that's going after Doc=-

Doc Anreson: C> a little help here!!!!

Wes Janson:: -=brings up laser lock and fires=-

Tycho Celchu: -= drops over the hull of the CORV and dives =-

Corebound Rogue has left the room.

Corran Horn: -=throttles up and heads to help Doc=-

Doc Anreson: -=starts juking and jinking=-

Corran Horn: C>on the way Doc

Hobbie Klivian: C> I've got it, Corran.

Doc Anreson: C> fly faster!

Hobbie Klivian: -=triggers again=-

Corran Horn: C>Copy that Hobs

Wedge Antilles: -=Tangles with his 2 fighters=-

Wes Janson:: -=watches the A-Wing spin away and flies past Tycho=-

Corran Horn: -=finds a new target and brackets it, letting loose a pair of duals=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=Y-Wing explodes=-

Doc Anreson: -=takes a roll to port and dives=- C> Thanks, Seven. C> I owe you a drink.

Wedge Antilles: -=Banks the fighter avoiding a few green lasers=-

Doc Anreson: -=catches an ugly in her sites as she does so=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Manages to stay on his target while another one is on him=-

Doc Anreson: -=bolts lance across it, taking out one engine=-

Wes Janson:: -=brings nose around to find Wedge, quickly snapping off a few shots at one of his tails=-

Hobbie Klivian: PVT+Doc>I'll hold you to that.

Wedge Antilles: -=Fires a quick shot at his target=-

Doc Anreson: PVT+Hob> whatever.

Corran Horn: -=veers away as a fighter comes head on out of the fray, firing madly=-

Doc Anreson: -=another bolt lances a second=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes after a X-TIE=-

Doc Anreson: -=spins after it, picking up speed=- -=grabs the third=-

Hobbie Klivian: C> WOOHOO!

Corran Horn: -=his shields hold as he cuts his throttle and climbs to fall into the squint's aft=-

Wes Janson:: -=an explosion comes behind Wedge and Wes rolls away, coming back on Hobbie's wing=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=watches ship explode=-

Doc Anreson: -=and the fourth, now dead in air, she moves off elsewhere=-

Wedge Antilles: -=Shots are enough to finish it off and he quickly pulls up hearing the explosion behind him=- -=Watches the two blips vanish in front and behind him=-

Wes Janson:: C> Tail is clear, Lead...

Corran Horn: -=switches to quad and pumps out a shot=-

Doc Anreson: -=looks on the HUD to find wedge, and makes her way back to his wing, shaking her head at herself for having gotten away from him=-

Corran Horn: -=he wings it but causes little damage=- -=follows it through a break and fires again=-

Doc Anreson: -=slips starboard and down from Wedge to pick up another fighte rin her sights=-

Corran Horn: -=the bolts hit dead on, detonating the fuel cells and incinerating the fighter=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=heads after another fighter=-

Wes Janson:: -=stays on Hobbie's wing, covering him=-

Doc Anreson: -=barely wings it and readjusts the aim=- C'mon Wily, get me a lock -=flips switch over to torpedoes =-

Wedge Antilles: -=rudders his fighter firing at a lone target=-

Doc Anreson: SITH!

Wedge Antilles: -=Switches over to torps=-

Doc Anreson: -=watches the torpedoe glide on by nearly harmlessly=-

Hobbie Klivian: One more should do it.

Hobbie Klivian: gotcha.

Wedge Antilles: -=Box turns from yellow to red before he lets 2 fly=-

Doc Anreson: -=torp slams into the wing, spinning the fighter=-

Wes Janson:: C> Good shot, hobs.

Hobbie Klivian: C> Thanks, Wes.

Doc Anreson: -=nicks the other wing as it keeps spinning and the ugly explodes=-

Wedge Antilles: -=1 or 2 torps, he couldn't tell, explods behind the fighter throwing parts in every direction=-

Doc Anreson: -=veers away from the explosion,pulling up tightly=-

DESCRIPTION: --- with only a few fighters left, the ones that can jump to hyperspace, leaving the broken pieces of their comrads behind---

Doc Anreson: -=slumps into her pilot couch in relief, then smirks=- guess I'm back! -=chuckles as she lazily moves back in formatiion behind wedge - but before getting there she executes a roll and loop, ending the loop tucked in tightly=-

Tycho Celchu: -= he pulls back on the stick, looping back into the x-wing formation =- C> Guess the rest are buggin out

Wes Janson:: -=leans back on seat, the adreneline seeping from his body=- sith...

Doc Anreson: C> looks like it, five. -=laughingly said=-

Doc Anreson: C> you have great power over the obvious.

Wes Janson:: C> Good riddence... they ruined my joyride... -=breathing hard=-

Doc Anreson: C> -=concerned=- You okay, Wes?

Wes Janson:: C> Yeah... I'm fine... alive... and in a cockpit... I'm fine...

Doc Anreson: C> Good.

Wes Janson:: C> Thanks for coming after me, guys...

Tycho Celchu: C> Glad your back Wes - 2..your on me...we'll hang here till the system patrol craft gets here, just in case

Doc Anreson: C> -=sighs=- Alright....

Tycho Celchu: -= pulls his x-wing into formation with 2 =-

Corran Horn: -=pulls neatly into formation=-

Wes Janson:: -=leans head back, trying to get control of himself to stop shaking=-

Tycho Celchu: C> Anytime Wes...anytime

Doc Anreson: C> Hey, wouldn't want to have to put you back together again -=chuckles=- Glad you're in the clear, Wes.

Wes Janson:: Pvt+Tyc> I'm getting there... step by step.

Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls back to let Wes take lead=-

DESCRIPTION: --- patroll ship arrives and the rogues are free to land--

Tycho Celchu: PVT + Wes C> It'll just take time...I'll be here for you. Celchu out.

Wes Janson:: -=brings fighter down to the hanger bay, landing a bit harshly but still fine=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=lands, jumps out of fighter and heads over to Wes'=-

Doc Anreson: -=slipps through the magcon, kicking in repulsors, and moves to her slot, and lands.=-

Wedge Antilles: -=sets the fighter down in the bay=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho feathers the thrusters lightly as he manuvers the fighter down onto the deck =-

Corran Horn: -=sets his fighter down in its designated spot=-

Doc Anreson: -=popps the hatch and takes off helmet, life support gear, and gloves, gets out and stands on the ladder, tossing them into the cockpit as wily gets disengaged and put on ground=-

Wes Janson: -=the cockpit opens and Wes justs throws his arms out sideways over the cockpit, the air from the hanger cold against his sweaty face=-

Tycho Celchu: -= the seals on his canopy hiss as he removes his helmet and climbs down =-

Doc Anreson: -=slowly climbs down ladder and leans against it with her eyes closed a moment as wily rolls up beside her=-

Hobbie Klivian: You did it Wes! You did it!

Doc Anreson: -=droid beeps inquiringly=- Yeah, not bad for our first run together, Wily... We'll have to do it again sometime -=smirks and starts heading over toward derek and wes to congratulate the taanabian=-

Wes Janson:: -=opens eyes and smiles at Hobbie=- i need a drink...

Hobbie Klivian: -=chuckles=- You got it.

Tycho Celchu: -= walks over to the group adn smiles at Wes =-

Doc Anreson: -=stops halfway and looks at the three pilots-friends and shakes her head, then keeps going, fingertips gently resting on wily's dome as she walks=-

Wes Janson:: -=takes off gear and carefully flips to the ground, his legs a bit shakey and he's covered in sweat=-

Doc Anreson: -=gets there as he does so, folds her arms and grins lopsidedly=- Glad to see you in the cockpit again, Wes.

Wedge Antilles: -=slides down the ladder to the deck=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=hugs Wes=- What a rush, huh? -=slaps him on the back then moves back to slide an arm around Doc=-

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs his arm off=- Thanks for the save, Klivian.

Wes Janson:: -=nods, tossing the helmet into the cockpit and shaking his wet hair=- yeah... a rush...

Hobbie Klivian: -=blinks=- uh, you're welcome?

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- -=unfolds arms, and lets fingertips rest on Wily's dome, she's become quickly attatched to the little green droid=-

Tycho Celchu: -= turns to walk way as ugh rolls up...the two of them move off =-

Hobbie Klivian: Come on Wes, let's have that drink. Tych! You want to join us?

Wedge Antilles: -=Feels he needs to do something for himself=-

Doc Anreson: -=waves a hand=- See you boys later. -=turns and heads for the exit, wily trailing beside her=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Turns to look =- Nah..its ok. You three have fun

Wedge Antilles: -=Walks to a side storage compartment and uses his acess code to get in=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=turns towards Doc=- Woah, where are you going?

Doc Anreson: -=stops in her tracks and turns slowly=- Back to my quarters.

Hobbie Klivian: You're not going to have a drink with us?

Wes Janson:: -=walks over to Tycho and rests his arm around his shoulders=- oh come on.. have some fun...

Wedge Antilles: -=Grabs a paint sprayer and also two paint cans to load in it=-

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs=- I'll buy you that drink later... I wasn't even gonna be here today, just felt like I needed ta.

Tycho Celchu: No Wes...its ok, really

Wedge Antilles: -=Returns to his fighter and climbs up the ladder again=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=shoulders slump=- Well, ok. -=watches her leave, a sad look on his face=-

Myn Donos: -=walks up=- Did I miss anything?

Doc Anreson: -=turns and goes=-

Wedge Antilles: -=walks on top of the fighter to the right s-foil=-

Doc Anreson: -=shaking her head=-

Wes Janson:: -=shrugs and let's tycho go=- Ok, Tych... your choice

Wedge Antilles: -=hops over the engine 2 and stops walking about half a meter from the cannon=- -=flips the sprayer on and holds the trigger=-

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho and ugh move to the door of the hanger and tycho tells Zarii to fix that panel and add the appropriate kills to his fighter =-

Wes Janson:: -=looks over at Wedge and raises an eyebrow=-

Wedge Antilles: -=sprays a single red stripe along the wing=-

Doc Anreson: -=only makes it to the door before she leans against the wall and slumps to the ground=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=walks up to Wes, hands in his pockets=- What's with him? -=nodding towards Wedge=-

Tycho Celchu: -= waves as he passes Myn =- Hope you have fun on patrol now...you and Gavin are up next

Doc Anreson: -=wily whistles a low worrying whistle and stopps beside her=-

Myn Donos: -=waves back at Tycho=-

Doc Anreson: -=plays with her jade ring=- -=as she thinks=-

Wes Janson:: Not a clue... maybe it has to do with jagged...

Hobbie Klivian: It's just going to be you and me for drinks. Amanda turned me down.

Myn Donos: Hey I'll join you. You can tell me about the mission.

Wedge Antilles: -=Finishes the stripe and looks down at it for a long time=-

Doc Anreson: -=Wily bumps her leg and whistles again, she looks up from her place on the floor by the hangarbaydoor=- I"m fine Wily... just thinking.... -=looks back to the floor and continues fiddling with the ring, the familiar smells of the bay comfourting to her=-

Wes Janson:: Sure Myn. Hobbie, tell him about the mission...

Hobbie Klivian: Wes ran into a few pirates and we went up to help. That's it.

Wedge Antilles: -=Gate whistles a mournful tone=-

Myn Donos: -=blinks=- That's it?

Wedge Antilles: I don't know what you said but I'm guessing it was a sorry so thanks. -=Jumps down and puts the spray away=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=nods, still watching Wedge=-

Wes Janson:: -=sneaks away and runs over to Wedge=- You ok, boss?

Wedge Antilles: Yes, that helped a little.

Doc Anreson: -=whispers=- might not get a chance to.... -=stands up, using Wily for leverage, then moves slowly back toward the little group=-

Wes Janson:: -=places a hand on his shoulder=- I'm sorry about Jagged...

Doc Anreson: -=Wily beeps confusedly and follows=-

Wedge Antilles: Thanks, I really didn't get to know him though, I tried, just needed more time.

Wes Janson:: You know... just a thought... but maybe Siee could help you find some things you might need to know

Myn Donos: -=walks over to Doc=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=watches his friends=-

Doc Anreson: -=reaches myn first=- Hey.

Wedge Antilles: Maybe a little later. Right now I just want to dwell on how he changed most of us here and how he began to change himself for the better.

Myn Donos: Hey.

Doc Anreson: Wanna come with the rest of us for a drink?

Wes Janson:: -=nods=- I understand... if you need to talk, I have an open ear.

Myn Donos: Yeah Doc I'll go with you for a drink.

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- Let's see if any of the others wanna go -=heads toward wedge and wes first, not hobbie, who is closer=-

Myn Donos: -=follows, somewhat confused=-

Doc Anreson: -=takes an arc past hobbie to wedge and wes=-

Myn Donos: -=takes a path so he doesn't run into Hobbie=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=still watching Wedge & Wes=-

Doc Anreson: -=stops a few paces away from wedge and wes, seeing that perhaps they don't want to be disturbed=-

Tycho Celchu: -= tycho and Ugh go to the mess hall , Ugh heads off to talk to a few of the other astromechs there while Tycho grabs a cup of Caf =-

Doc Anreson: -=coughs=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sees Doc and Myn walking around him surrupticiously=-

Myn Donos: -=shrughs at Hobbie and points to Doc=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and lowers his eyes=-

Doc Anreson: -=clears throat, ostentatiously=-

Wes Janson:: -=keeps eye on wedge, letting him acknowledge their company=-

Doc Anreson: -=stays a few paces away=-

Wedge Antilles: I'll keep that in mind Major. -=Turns=- Yeah Doc?

Doc Anreson: -=steps forward=- I was wondering if you gentlemen would like to join us for a drink?

Wedge Antilles: I could use one. Major?

Wes Janson:: -=nods=- I've already agreed to it.

Doc Anreson: -=grins lopsidedly and beckons them to follow, moving back towards hobbie=-

Myn Donos: -=grins=- Now back to Hobbie?

Doc Anreson: -=chuckles=- yeah.

Tycho Celchu: -= sits in the mess hall sipping his caf =-

Doc Anreson: -=stops in front of hobbie=- You still coming, Klivian?

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks up as they approach, catches Amanda's eye, then moves on=- Yeah, I guess. I thought you didn't want a drink.

Doc Anreson: I changed my mind. -=sighs=- I could use one. -=turns toward door, right hand playing on Wily's dome as she walks=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=offers arm to her, then sighs as she walks past=-

Myn Donos: -=shrugs at Hobbie=- What can you do?

Hobbie Klivian: -=cuts eyes at Myn=- Obviously not a damn thing.

Myn Donos: Yeah, maybe it'll go away.

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