How to Retrain your Jedi (Group Training - The Underground - or PM to join)

[Vaudin Miir]

Vaudin strolled in wearing his flightsuit with various system flight wings on the shoulder and blasters flanking both hips. His eyes showed the smile that didn't touch his lips.

"Jor, you're too good to us." He said calmly, "where do you want me General, freighter, fighter, gunship, or bantha."
[member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Alena"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

"Oi, Nexu." Wait a minute. I've heard that voice before. Turning around I find a familiar face and smile.

"More'n you know." I say with a grin and pull over a firm hand to shake his own. "She's trying to fix the ole freighter right now. Temperature control has been a bit wonky." Grin hasn't left my face. Lower temperatures had helped him out a fair bit here and there. Be a shame to see it go, but I suppose we have to have warm temperature in the ship sometime.

"What's up with you nowadays? Got yourself something waiting for you back home?"

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Thought back to Nar Shaddaa, the gang, vamp girl, almost-zambrano and all the rest of the people. Family, a fecked up family, but a family nonetheless. Shook his hand and answered the grin, ‘Ya, suppose I do, no girls tho. Only got ‘em revolver and shotgun.’ Only thing a man really needed, no? ‘Least that was what I told myself most of the time, ain’t got the time to handle a love affair too.

Not with managing a bar, fighting the good fight and eh… earning something extra on the side.

‘Ready to stick ‘em to the Fringe?’

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alena"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"]

"All right, looks like we've got our last few. Glad to see you, gentlemen." Jorus stood from the cantina table. "A set of jump coordinates is being sent to each of your ships. If you don't have a ride, stick with me in the Gypsymoth, the old YV-929 in Bay Twelve. We'll rendezvous at a point about fifty parsecs from the trade nexus at Dasid Anya, close enough to well-trodden ground for a quick getaway, far enough so we won't be picked up. We'll be exiting hyperspace at the edge of the Eye of Flames Nebula, hopefully just outside the range of Fringe patrols. From there...stick with me. We'll go places."

He made for Bay Twelve.

 

[Kairon Rees]

Kairon eyed the crate of sawn-off scatterguns. They looked like the kind of guns that'd be good in a tight spot. A tight spot like the narrow, winding corridors of a tramp freighter. Digging the last crew members out of those tight spots was always messy business, he knew.

He took one of the weapons for a closer look. Damn, what was he getting himself into. If he got his fool of a nephew killed on some gun run he'd never live it down. He only smuggled to keep the boy out of the worst of harm's way afterall. Still, things were getting tight. Imperial factions and Abrion were cracking down hard. Damned Sith were executing smugglers on the spot. It was time to make a stand.

"Quin's fueled to go if anyone else needs a lift," he grunted. Her modular bays were going for slashing all kinds of cargo, even if she wasn't the prettiest thing to look at.

Truth be told, if they were going in hot they could do with a better man at the helm, a concern he'd already voiced to Jorus. Pilots for hire seemed to be like drummers, the crew had gone through four in the last two years. As if keeping them sober at the helm wasn't trouble enough, without having to get them adjusted to the Quin's nuances so frequently.

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena smiled as the General laid out their travel details. "I'll need a ride, so I guess you will be taking me places." She returned to her table and rifled through her bag once more to make sure she had everything she needed, then downed the last of her ale. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She said to herself and followed General Merrill to bay twelve.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino considered purchasing one of the hand cannons out right, but decided against it. He needed to keep a couple identities secret and separate from each other. No need to start tying them together with such a unique weapon. He'd only use it on Underground operations. He'd need a ride though. Tyria had taken his ship somewhere on a business trip. He hoped it would get back in one piece without anymore blaster burns either on the inside or the outside. Those took ages to get rid of. Fortunately as an affiliate of the Jedi order, he had access to Jedi repair technicians, who were used to patching up combat scars.

He made his way over [member="Kairon Rees"], "I'll need a lift. My ship is... out of commision for now. Might be some time before I get it back."

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Striding over to Jorus, it was apparent Ijaat would not be doing much stealth on this mission, what with snow white and brilliant copper and black armor mostly. There was still a grin plastered on his heavily tanned and weathered face, the grin of an old war dog given new life. Something had change since the last time the General had met the Mandalorian, that much was apparent.

"Right... You know me... I can't fly worth a womp rats arse... Mind if I tag along with you then? I'll make sure you stay in one piece easy."

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Alena"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Riley Reese"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Alena"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Veino Garn"]

"Looks like we ain't got time to get ready." Flint said as the group of gun-gazers got up off the Cantina and headed for their ships. "I'll be in Blue Squadron, channel eight-two-oh-seven-delta." Flint said as he headed over to his ship and then turned and looked at the former-criminal-turned-jedi-turned-crime-boss-freelancing as a rebel.

"Pilot with the least impact buys a bottle." Flint proposed, not truly knowing if they'd be getting kills or not or what else to bet on. If Khaleel was a pilot he'd be able to figure it out just as Flint would. Once the proposal was done he'd head into his RebelX and begin prepping the sublight, getting the hell out of Rebellion Actual and into the stars. Flint smiled. He always more at home in the air than on the ground.

 

[Valik]

While Flint took his guns, gossiped with other spacers, and prepped his vehicle another mind was hard at work. This "Underground" had the beginnings of a Rebellion, and was conducting a Fringe raid with no primitive technology. The shotgun was an interesting weapon, the shells providing a variety of effects. The ship Flint was performing checks on could take out parts of capital ships, neutering their capabilities. Their leader spoke with authority, experience, but Valik couldn't quite place who he was. Yet he felt he should have known the man.

Valik made a note to keep up with whatever managed to happen on this trip. It should prove useful later.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Blue Squadron (which I think is still open!!)

[member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Most of the burns from the invasion on Kashyyyk were healed. The only visible scar left was a small, circular mark on her stomach. But today she wasn't thinking about the past, she was too focused on what was about to happen. After many, many painstakingly tedious flight hours she was going to get into a fighter for the first time.

The healer felt...ill.

She stopped in the hanger, eyes spotting some scruffy-looking smuggler types that she was supposed to work with and learn something from. "Are you all with Blue Squadron? That's where...I'm supposed to be."

Myrtle-ellipses drifted to the ships. Stomach lurched but if she had any trepidation it didn't show. Jaw remained firm as her gaze drifted between Flint and Khaleel.

They didn't have to know it was her first time flying, y'know, beyond simulation hours.

 

[Riley Reese]

Riley followed after the rest of the group to the hangar. The shotgun in her left hand and her helmet in her right. She was following after Ijaat, since she had left her own ship behind. In truth, she only knew one person here and that was Alena. Unfortunately Alena seemed to be staying close to Jorus. Which was fine since she seemed to be heading towards the same ship as both of them.

[member="Ijaat Akun"] @Alena [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Arage Bao]

'Heh. Better save up for dem bottle.' rumor had it the Fringe had chased a defected ship all across the galaxy before fecking it up right good. Rumor also had it that it had been one poodooty ship, so if they went all that trouble for a ship they weren't even using? Well, let's just say I am all but expecting a fleet parked between us and whatever it is that we are after.

Voice behind me, equal part sultry as well as worried. Might be a new runner or just the idea of facing the collective might of the Fringe. 'Aye, that wou- YELP.'

Moment I turned around and saw that face, everything else was gone. A few seconds after I found myself on my back reevaluating everything in my life.

Rubbed my brow, coughed a bit and then said again.

'Erm. Welcome to the team?'

Still on the ground.

[member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

OOC/ Sorry I've bailed for a couple days - been sick and busy again.
IC/
[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alena"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Taheera Sollo"]

TWO DAYS LATER​

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EYE OF FLAMES NEBULA​

FRINGE TERRITORY​

​

A group of tramp freighters and a RebelX flight exited hyperspace within a brilliant red nebula, just outside of the detection range of the nearest Fringe patrol.

"This is Gypsy to all ships. I'm transmitting you a safe route into the nasty part of the nebula. Follow it, and me, as close as you can, as fast as you can. Captain Michigan, I want you bringing up the rear to make sure we've got no stragglers. Our target is hidden in a heavy concentration of nebular gas. It's a supertransport a kilometre long and wide, in orbit over a very dangerous planet. We'll be boarding that supertransport after we take down its starfighter patrols.

"Oh, and fair warning. This nebula feels evil, but it can't actually do anything to you...as long as you stick to the course I send. The supertransport should be in a relatively clear area at the other end."

The Gypsymoth accelerated into the nastier part of the nebula.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

The Bantha bucked like a ronto, funny thing that, and fell 8nto line with the coordinates Jorus had given. He held the yoke in both hands the reached a boot over and kicked the co-pilot’s console to activate weapons from the cockpit. The dull whine of the quad-lasers extending into place was all he had to indicate it was working as the console lights were on the fritz again.

"I'm tracking a finality-class supertransport." He said into the closed com system, "Watch those quads and those things got a belly full."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Valik"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Alena"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

Two Days Earlier

Flint chuckled as he took off. It seemed [member="Khaleel Malvern"] wasn't half as smooth as he pretended to be. In the back of his head though? He could feel something saying that it was wrong. That that girl wasn't supposed to be there. Yet he'd never met her before. A bit confused, but shaking it off Flint continued on his task and set about getting out of Republic Actual, and into hyperspace.

With a karking 3 speed hyperdrive.

Current Day

Coming out of hyeperspace the group of rebels found themselves in a dense nebula, bright red gasses flowing all around them. There was something to be said about the beauty of the crimson gasses around them, but Flint was no poet to be able to say them. He'd always been more comfortable in the stars then on the ground though, so perhaps that was him just finding more beauty than was really there. In any case he didn't have time to admire the scenery, "General" Merrill was giving them the layout. Kilometer wide supertransport hidden in heavy gas. Orbit over a dangerous planet. Squadron of starfighters in between them and the objective.

And this thing flew with all the grace of a freighter. Flint smiled. This would be fun.

"Roger that. Blue leader falling back." Flint responded, and his RebelX would ease off the gas, sublight speed lowering until it drifted into the back of the group. "Blue squadron, maintain defensive formation and keep your eyes open."

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alena"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"]

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Two Days Earlier

Myrtle-ellipses widened as the man kaplunked right on the floor. "Thanks?" His coordination or lack there of did nothing to quell her pre-flight jitters. She hoped his was just temporarily drunk or else they were in a whole lot of trouble. Maybe if he covered her six he would fly better than he walked.

"I'll-uh, be on the shared comm." A lingering look of curiosity stayed on Khaleel before she turned and wandered over to the assigned fighter. Hopefully these things had barf bags.


Current Day

Even as Jorus' warning reached her ears, she felt the malevolence of the nebula tug on her senses in the force. It was a serpent's whisper in her ear, a sharp tingle along her spine. Warning systems flashed and with a sharp shake of her chin, she refocused on the ship's controls.

Time to test those simulation hours.

"Blue Leader ([member="Flint Michigan"]), looks like there's a squadron of bogies coming in port side. I'm going to engage. Over."

Eyes scanned the panel for weapons. Where was that switch...oh yeah...there it was.





@Jorus Merrill @Ijaat Akun @Xander Carrick @Vaudin Miir @Alena Veino @Garn Vilaz @Munin @Riley Reese [member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat sat in a bunk polishing his weapons, the saber being almost gleaming as he ran the oil cloth over it. There wasn't much he was good for in a space fight, except boarding actions, so he filled his time with close quarters exercises, some medatitive exercises learned in his travels, and checking, re-checking, and triple checking his gear even when he knew it was good. Eventually, he figured, there would be a boom over the comms and he would know where to go and what to do. There was still a new enough feeling to his place with the Underground that he hesitated to hang around Jorus and the others too much. An old soldier in heavy armor felt conspicuous amongst glow-stick jockeys and smuggler types. But he would be what he was... And he was one of the best at that.

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Alena"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Riley Reese"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Riley Reese]

Riley sat a short distance from the others. She still wasn't much of a people person. Rather than converse with the others, she spent her time performing maintenance on her prosthetic limbs. The cover to her left forearm was open, revealing the inner workings. She poked around with a small piece of wire, searching for anything that needed fixed. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched everyone in turn. From the veteran soldier, to young merc looking to make a name. She memorized every detail.

 

[Alena Reckar]

OOC/ Sorry I've bailed for a couple days - been sick and busy again.
IC/
[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Alena"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Taheera Sollo"]

TWO DAYS LATER​

​

EYE OF FLAMES NEBULA​

FRINGE TERRITORY​

​

A group of tramp freighters and a RebelX flight exited hyperspace within a brilliant red nebula, just outside of the detection range of the nearest Fringe patrol.

"This is Gypsy to all ships. I'm transmitting you a safe route into the nasty part of the nebula. Follow it, and me, as close as you can, as fast as you can. Captain Michigan, I want you bringing up the rear to make sure we've got no stragglers. Our target is hidden in a heavy concentration of nebular gas. It's a supertransport a kilometre long and wide, in orbit over a very dangerous planet. We'll be boarding that supertransport after we take down its starfighter patrols.

"Oh, and fair warning. This nebula feels evil, but it can't actually do anything to you...as long as you stick to the course I send. The supertransport should be in a relatively clear area at the other end."

The Gypsymoth accelerated into the nastier part of the nebula.

Alena swallowed nervously as the General communicated the overlay of his plan. She had no idea what an "evil-feeling nebula" might be like, but wasn't too keen on finding out either so she stuck to Merrill's advice about sticking to his plan. Alena could almost hear the run-on sentences going on in her own head. I swear I'm not crazy. Alena reminded herself for the third time. But after everything that had gone down with Wan Min and the salvage crew out of Sevlaris, she wasn't so sure any more. That droid had almost killed her, and would have if she hadn't been so lucky. One moment, and then poof, her whole life could just be gone. It had been entirely different when her father was abusing her on Coruscant. He'd never put her life in danger, just screwed up the whole way she thought about herself as a person. But now she was putting herself in danger, tagging along with the General as if this were some sort of joyride. If Minnie even knew...she'd kill you. A voice in Alena's head said nonchalantly. Alena's lover wasn't prone to fits of rage, but if any would push the academic woman to one it'd be her girlfriend taking unnecessary risks.
She stuck by the General's side, excited and nervous all at the same time. This would only be her fourth or fifth time in such a situation, and she hoped it all went smoothly. For the umpteenth time since they left, Alena checked the charge on her scoped Model 57 blaster pistol. It was full. Still. Shocker.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]