Faction Misfits Unite (GA Squadron)

[Naomi Carolina]

Naomi was in the squadron's well-used hanger located on Constancia. Tucked inside one of the many rock-like towers and formations that dotted the planet's surface. The hustle and bustle of the city just below them, sprawling for a few clicks in all directions. Like the ships parked there, the hangar looked like it was hoge-podged together from parts that had long ago been used and then re-used a fourth or fifth time. The Galactic Alliance made it clear any funding and support would be minimal. They were somewhat on their own being civilian run and staffed. Whispers about them being Revenant Squadron's ugly cousins swirled in her head. Ha. Better to be the ugly cousin and still in the family than not at all.

The clay earth and air reminded her a smidge of the mines on Barkesh. Just the wrong color. But not the color she spray-painted over the wing of her X-wing. It was a nice, hot pink. She was trying out insignias and what they might want to use. If the teen was daunted at leading a squadron, she didn't show it.

She'd sent the call out a few days ago. She knew some of the folks already and others were brand-spankin' new. This would be the first time for a formal meet-and-greet. And their first mission. Naomi was feeling hopeful. And hopefully not just from the number of zeltrons walking about.

"Grits, toss up the aqua can. No. NO. THAT one," an exasperated huff of rusty red from her eyes as she hung out over the wing in a precarious position to point down to the spray-bottle she meant to her R2 unit. Others would be showing up soon and she was determined to get this last coat of paint on.

 

[Desmond Cartyom]

Open skies stretched before blue hands and for a moment Desmond had wondered whether he was doing the right thing.

He had just finished “liberating” some tibanna for the alliance when he was approached by another captain. "Smuggling makes for a quick buck…" He said carefully as Desmond watched the pump jockeys unload the precious fuel "But if you really want to make a difference there's been a call to arms.." Desmond annoyedly half listened to the man… He was killing his buzz, but the conversation ended abruptly as Desmond spoke revealing his thick imperial accent "I'll keep that in mind," The Chiss spoke plainly as his words received a frown of suspicion from his fellow pilot.

Now here he was, flying an ancient X-Wing towards a flotilla of civvies content to destroy the entirety of the Alliance's enemies by themselves. He sighed as he shifted the yoke in The Pearl to fly a little faster.

A call to arms? How ridiculous…

Desmond thought fondly of the regiment of his days in the Empire. The structure and peace they provided. The professionalism they had as trained soldiers. But, here he was answering a "call to arms" because something in him screamed for atonement. For a home. In the depths of the Imperial within him something had broken.

Zesiro…

His grip on the yoke intensified. He tried filling the spirit sized hole within his heart with spice and booze, but he was never truly happy with the outcome. Ever since his Mentor and Grand Moff shot Desmond's lover out of an air lock he was never quite the same… Such things tended to soften even the stoniest of hearts. For some time Desmond truly was an agent of the Empire, but near the end, as his friend descended down the paths of insanity… The things he made Desmond do made him feel more like a glorified terrorist.

He banked The Pearl into the hangar and began landing procedures. It was kind of fitting that he would fly The Pearl the last few years he had left. It was built when Graff and Desmond defected from the First Order to a previous incarnation of the Alliance. Without that Alliance's help they may never would've been able to start the Imperial remnant. Perhaps this was some God's way of forcing Desmond to make a living amend.

His ship landed with a soft hiss as the hydraulic landers pushed onto the deck and then with an audible whir they began releasing the pressure in great billowing clouds of steam. He watched as a small redhead spray painted an X-Wing almost as old as Desmond's own. She seemed content to throw up the entire rainbow on the kharking thing. Desmond shook his head

What am I doing here…

He waved to the girl without saying anything while making his way across the hangar towards the teen. He could feel his buzz dying already.

Naomi Carolina

 

[Su Rov]

Tag: Naomi Carolina Desmond Cartyom​

From out of the sky descended an A-Wing painted black combined with red stripes. Inside the cockpit Su Rov called out to Tin her astromech.

"Are these the right coordinates?"

Tin chirped back an affirmative causing the Sullustan nod. She had a great sense of navigation but it's a wise policy for pilots to check with their droid partners. Assuming said pilots have astromechs. Fortunately Tin and her were a solid team with one another. Su allowed herself a smile being comforted at having her best friend with her even after all this time.

Slowing her speed while making the final approach Su considered what she could be getting into.

Don't know how they found out about me, hopefully for my military service and not what happened.

Su bit her lower lip as the old guilt flared in her heart. Whoever down there better be serious about this being an actual squadron. Finally the A-Wing moving like a tired bantha entered the hangar. Landing next to the Pearl on the right flank the engines groaned as it faded. In a hiss the canopy opened and Su Rov stood up wearing her brown jacket, white shirt with dark pants and boots.

She stepped out of the cockpit followed by Tin from the astromech socket. The latter used jet boast to get off the craft while Su just hopped with a small thud on the floor. Upon seeing Naomi painting an X-Wing and Desmond heading over to her location she remarked to her droid compatriot.

"Guess we're early Tin."

Quickly Tin whistled in agreement before the duo walked over. Feeling a bit anxious, the Sullustan pilot rubbed her brown gloved hands together. Subsequently once close enough Su waved with the right hand.

"Uh, hello. Is this hangar for Misfit Squadron?”

 

[Phineas Karr]

Phineas found himself a long, long way from Koboth and the Tingel Arm. In fact, it was the first time he had ever been past the Corporate Sector of space. Not sure if he liked that, being out here in the 'Core Worlds' as they were billed. It just seemed so...fake? Busy? Lack luster? It was hard to tell, he had taken a public transport in, scraping together extra credits in order to take this gamble.

A member of the elite Kobothi S-Corps, Phin was looking to do more.His work was important, he had been doing it for years, but he was still stuck at the lower rung of the Corps. Phineas has thought by now that he would at least have one promotion, one little bone thrown his way. His record was impeccable but he was also a hot head and a bit of an ass, if he was being honest with himself.

He wasn't winning Mister Personality anytime soon.

A buddy-of-a-buddy put him into contact with another buddy which lead him to toss his hat into this Misfit Squadron. Phineas was putting everything on the line, not that he had much to lose back home. Worst to happen? He would slink back home, tail tucked, and ask for his low level rank back. If that didn't work? There was always a war.

Beside him, Ferb chirped along as they entered the hangar, talking away like a crazed droid. Phineas was ignoring most it.

"Ferb, no one is going to kill us. This is a lot of effort for just us."

More chatter.

"No, redheads are not a mystical blood sacrifice for the Force! Check your HoloNet sources better."

It sounded like the astromech snorted, then a question.

"No, I don't care what other astromech you know that claims he saw it happen. 'Cause it didn't."

 

[Ebaba Muchomacho]

Clank. Clank. CLAAAAAAANK!

The sound of clattering items from a nearby massive pile of what could only be surmised to be junk, salvaged parts, and.. well, trash, was being tossed about as Naomi Carolina , Desmond Cartyom , Su Rov , and Phineas Karr made their way into the hanger.

"Nope" A high pitched voice would call out before another part would go flying back, a blue furred hand tossing it up into the air.

Clank.

"Where is it, where is it. Need it yes, here must be. Had it before, hrmm... hrrmm..." another shuffle of blue fur and a pair of ears would swivel and point up, hearing new voices that the Squib had not heard before.

A blue head with a mohawk of red fur would pop up, bright blue eyes darting around fast and quick to take in his surroundings and arrivals.

"Ah, yes. Squadrons yes! Misfits, here!" He sang, his big fluffy cheeks puckering up as his paws came up to pat them. Only to suddenly give a squeal as from the corner of his eye, he caught something shiny.

"AH, Yes! Here it is, very important part, yes yes! Good good." he dove back into the pile of trash, grabbing his prize; A salvaged QQ-45H Countermeasure package from Silk Holdings.

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["Coin"]

Huh. Misfit Squad. Sounded like a pretty appropriate place for some people. Was he one of those people? Well. Coin wasn't too sure. Though as he wandered into the hanger, the man had to duck from a piece of flying trash indirectly sent his way by the scruffy looking rodent Ebaba Muchomacho and had to reach up to his hat to keep it on his head, letting out a groan.

"Hey. Watch where you're throwin' that junk. I'd rather not get all mucked up on my first day here."

Coin brushed down his suit for a moment, making sure it was smoothed out of any creases before looking back over towards the group. Huh. So there was Little Red Naomi Carolina , Blue Desmond Cartyom , Flappy Su Rov and Big Red Phineas Karr . Well, of course Scruff. He assigned each of them a little nickname in his head. Mostly because that way he wouldn't need to learn their names and get attached. If things didn't go well, he'd probably do what he normally did and pack up all of his chips and make a run for it.

He wrinkled his nose ever so slightly at the sight of a few droids amongst the group. Damned buckets of bolts. You could never trust those things. They have no true sense of understanding of the Game that was life. Emotions and the like were lost on them and so Coin's interest in them were lost. It made sense that some might want to rely on them. At the end of the day, all Coin relied on was himself as he stepped closer, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest for a moment.

"Guessing you guys are the Misfits. Call me Coin. It's a pleasure to meet you and whatnot."

 

[Floyd Bobronnas]

Misfit Squadron
Flight Officer Floyd "Bob" Bobronnas
Tag: Naomi Carolina Desmond Cartyom Su Rov Phineas Karr Ebaba Muchomacho "Coin"

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Bob jolted awake from all the clanking and falling metal parts. Hurriedly, he tucked away a copy of Construction Monthly Review behind the chair he'd been dozing off on in a corner of the hangar. It's just meeting your squadron, no worries. It's not gonna be as formal as the militia, right?

Bob put on an awkward smile and waved.

"Uh, hello. Is this hangar for Misfit Squadron?”

"Yeah this is the place. Sorry, my Y-Wing's tucked in the back there, having some maintenance issues."

"Guessing you guys are the Misfits. Call me Coin. It's a pleasure to meet you and whatnot."

"A pleasure too, and whatnot."

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Tags: Desmond Cartyom Su Rov Phineas Karr Ebaba Muchomacho "Coin" Floyd Bobronnas

Naomi climbed down from her newly-painted wings. Grits came down a heartbeat later on some repulsors and razzled at her even as her attention went to Desmond Cartyom . The teen gave him a big wave and walked near the trash pile Ebaba Muchomacho was digging through.

"Whoa, whoa. Try not to blow us all up on the first go? Don't think I'd ever hear the end from the Revenant Squadron leader. He'd probably lecture me when I'm well and buried six feet under the dirt." Her Barkesh draw was heavy, her speech like honey-twang strings.

Stepping up onto an overturned crate and then another because she was SHORT, her hands fell to her hips as she looked at all those pilots who had gathered. "Welcome ya'll." The pilot smiled, letting her gaze linger slightly on the other redhead wondering if he meant trouble. But quickly moved onto the others.

"I'm Naomi and I sent out the call. Coin, Floyd, Des, Phin, Su, Babs. I know some of you don't have ships so I reckon we've got our first mission. How do ya'll feel about stealin? Also might be good to start with your background and what class fighter you prefer to fly. We can also sort out wingmates. Ya'll got any preferences?"

Naomi wondered if they'd laugh her right off that crate. Maybe she should've listened to her Ma and had a buffet of fried nuna and Hothian coleslaw on hand.

 

[Desmond Cartyom]

Desmond strode to the area where the civvies were coalescing and made his presence known with a curt nod to the red head. He was debating on whether or not to leave when the woman said something that struck a chord within him. "How do y'all feel about stealing?" Desmond's mind was transported far back in time. Before he became an agent of Grand Moff Tanomas. Before he even acquired The Pearl.

Back when he was "misappropriating" goods for the Hutt Cartel. Back whenever he first found bliss in the substances he still abused today. Whenever using drugs was fun... The Empire had given him purpose, but now that it was gone he was sipping rotgut and chasing it with spice vapor again…

He tugged open his cloak and took a quick swig from his engraved flask. The carvings were the names of his former brothers in Inferno squad. All dead now… The ambrosia made his brothers distant memories and lit a fire in his belly that warmed his soul. If he even still had one. The spice in the drink caused his head to melt into pure bliss. A moment of ecstasy that he knew would leave him in but a moment. He swam in nirvana.

With a lopsided grin he offered the foul smelling liquor to the alien with the red mowhak. Sharing is caring! He thought to himself while also wondering whether or not the little alien would turn into a puddle of vomit at the mere smell of the spice-liquor tincture. Maybe it would go to sleep and stop tossing junk at them.

He looked to the red head and feigning his best Corellian accent he finally spoke "The name is Desmond! I've got a very light touch but I don't think I can fit an X-wing in my pockets!"

Ebaba Muchomacho Naomi Carolina Su Rov @“Coin” Floyd Bobronnas Phineas Karr

 

[Wedge Draav]

"FLYBOY"
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Commander,Revenant Squadron
Captain Wedge Draav
10th Sector Armada

"Whoa, whoa. Try not to blow us all up on the first go? Don't think I'd ever hear the end from the Revenant Squadron leader. He'd probably lecture me when I'm well and buried six feet under the dirt." Her Barkesh draw was heavy, her speech like honey-twang strings.

"I've done worse at your age."

Dressed in his impeccable Starfighter uniform, the Commander of Revenant Squadron came, eyes peering behind the sunglasses he often wore. He clicked his teeth, walking behind Naomi, observing the pilots as he walked into the meeting space. He walked past them, up to Naomi's X-wing. His eyes were drawn to it, unable to keep himself from fixating to it. It was well-maintained, despite her obvious lack of supply to parts and equipment.

Impressive. He gave her a look, a smile. A "you're pretty good" look.

Wedge ran his hand along Naomi's X-wing, and smiled. He liked it, and he liked her thus far, and especially what she was trying to do. He looked around, at the gathered pilots. Just because Revenant was the best, didn't mean that they're wasn't a whole pool of talent that they hadn't considered. Naomi had the right idea, but Wedge was committed to his role.

He observed each pilot thoroughly, before turning to Naomi, a hand drifting from his pocket to gesture his index and middle finger at her. Wedge was ice-cold cool, impeccably smooth, always calm and collected.

"If these fine pilots here are short on fighters, Revenant has a lot of them in storage for training. Say you need some help, you just ask- and I'll personally make sure we set you to rights.."

He smiled at Naomi, turning his head towards the other pilots.

"Misfits, huh? I like it. Let's see what you all got, hm?"

He sounded genuine, happy. He was curious, he was excited, and he was supportive. He wore his Commander role well. He wanted the Misfits to succeed, he wanted the Alliance to succeed. It was hard not to want them to- after all, the galaxy was again, at war.

Besides, maybe what the Alliance needed wasn't more uniforms, maybe it was less.

 

[Phineas Karr]

How do ya'll feel about stealin? Also might be good to start with your background and what class fighter you prefer to fly. We can also sort out wingmates. Ya'll got any preferences?"

Desmond Cartyom introduced himself first, and it looked as if no one else wanted to go. Cue himself.

The redheaded young man stepped into the center of the semi-circle of assembled ragtag fighters. Ever his shadow, his droid followed, wheeling into position next to him as his introduction began.

"Stealing? Its just called re-appropriation of goods."

Phineas had no hang-ups about taking from the rich and giving to himself in this situation. It was for a greater cause. For the potential liberation and protection of civilians. Okay, maybe not that far, it was just a starfighter, but one got the point that their position of those pilots who can think outside the box was going to be invaluable.

"Name is Phineas Karr, callsign is Carrot. This is my trust droid, Ferb. Born and raised on Koboth, I was part of the elite Kobothi S-Corps until Naomi here gave the call. Fly? I love a good atmospheric craft like I love my women, fast and turbulent."

A wink was tossed in Naomi's direction.

"Wingmates? Honey, I was debatin' havin' you to myself, but I'd rather not die the first flight out starin' at you. What a way to go though." Phineas grinned before continuing. "Plus I need a place to crash. I think I'll take my chances with my boy "Coin" . You got a ship right? Plus a flat?"

A nod to both.

"Great, we're roommates! Don't worry about Ferb, I'll keep his litter box clean."

With a cocky little wave and grin, Phineas moved out of the semi-circle to stand with his new roommate and wingman, Coin.

Naomi Carolina | Ebaba Muchomacho | Su Rov | Floyd Bobronnas | Wedge Draav | @

 

[Su Rov]

Tag: Ebaba Muchomacho Floyd Bobronnas @“Coin” Phineas Karr Naomi Carolina Wedge Draav​

Su Rov stood back with her arms folded together beside Tin the astromech. Sullustan's expression was curious with a hint of nervousness beholding those that came. A colorful cast of people to be sure. This definitely won't be a standard military outfit. Upon seeing Wedge Draav her large mouse like eyes blinking several times. Revenant Leader here?!

While ago she auditioned for a role in his squadron but it didn't work out due to a training accident that kept her in the hospital for weeks. Recovering from the shock Su explained to the group.

"Me and my partner here have our A-Wing so we're good on that front. As for stealing, let’s steal from someone who is a sleemo."

Tin beeped confidently in confirmation.

She paused considering that they required her background. The past was something she was trying hard to move beyond but apparently their leader really wanted that information. Sighing in resignation the Sullustan pilot confessed.

"Su Rov. I was a mechanic turned racer back home for a time."

Pausing briefly in thought Su then went on.

"Then I was a smuggler before going straight and served in the Alliance Starfighter Corps for a year or so before all this happened."

 

[Ebaba Muchomacho]

"Hey. Watch where you're throwin' that junk. I'd rather not get all mucked up on my first day here."

At that, Ebaba's red mohawk seemed to stand on end at the affront. He gave a dramatic gasp, his large eyes growing even wider as he looked at "Coin" as if he had grown two heads.

"Junk!!!? Junk??!" a tiny fist was curled and shaken at the man's direction, Ebaba's tail flaring up in affront, "This not junk! This shiny! This keep you from going big boom!" He told Coin, cradling the QQ chaff countermeasures like he would a child.

"You good. You okay. "He'd pet the module, as if addressing the inanimate objects hurt feelings "You da best. I make you shiny and clean. You protect me I protect you!"

He even gave it a quick peck of a kiss.

"Whoa, whoa. Try not to blow us all up on the first go? Don't think I'd ever hear the end from the Revenant Squadron leader. He'd probably lecture me when I'm well and buried six feet under the dirt."

"Dis no blow up! Dis makes sure you don't blow up! Silly red woman!" Another shake of his fist and the Squib went right back to the pile of salvage to find other parts. He had no need to steal a ship.

He was salvaging and building one from scratch with patchwork items he'd found. He would make it the best! The shinniest! The fastest all around!

Oh right, introductions.

He popped his blue and red furry head up, ears twitching left and right. "Oh. Name. Yes. Me Ebaba. Ebaba Muchomacho! I fix. I fly. I make things shinny new and fast!"

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[Naomi Carolina]

"Har har cute, Des." There was something about him that reminded her of one of her brother's. Perhaps it was that smirk.

And ohhhhhhhhhhh chit. THE Wedge Draav was here. Naomi stared right back at him, a sheepish look briefly crossing over her freckled face. Before she was back to business. Hiding her emotions had never been a talent of hers.

"Great." She turned to the rest of who their squad would be. "I'll post a sign-up on that board over there," index finger jabbed at the air across their heads along the far wall of the hangar. A maintenance droid was working beneath the board where there were all sorts of advertisements and listings.

Then that other redhead started speaking. Blue-green eyes narrowed on him, feeling her cheeks warm. Who the kark did he think he was?! Mister Hyperlane God's gift to the verse? Arms crossed beneath her stomach and the muscles in her body visibly stiffened.

"It's Naomi or Shortstack not Honey," she growled.

Su Rov saved the day with drawing her attention away from the redhead. That was an interesting one. Smuggler past. Naomi kinda liked it. They needed some diversity with different skillsets in this squad.

"Glad to have you." An emphasis on you as if it was an indirect insult to Carrot. Even as Ebaba Muchomacho kept rummaging around the salvage pile with lots of clinks and tinks and groaning of parts. With Su and Babs, they were in decent shape. Stars knew they'd probably need lots of fixers.

"Like I said, I'll post a sign-up over there for those who want to help re-appropriate some ships. Otherwise, we've got options. Practice ships from Rev Squad or some experts to build your own." Eye twitched as Ebaba kept rummaging. Blue-green eyes shifted to the rest who wanted to introduce themselves.