Rouge Rogues [ Galactic Alliance ]

[Asher]

The credit chip hit the top of the covers with a thud. Owen watched his handiwork with delight. The bed was made to perfection once again much like it always was. Where many could claim their bunk was a warzone of its own, Owen could hardly say the same. He enjoyed the act of cleaning too much for that, thrived on the feeling of a clean environment almost to the point of unhealthy fixation. It wasn’t the traits one would expect out of a soldier, but Owen wasn’t a soldier, he was a pilot. Not only was Owen a pilot, but he was one of the damn best ones around. Him and the other eighteen that he surrounded himself with. He found great joy in that. He wasn’t just anyone with the Alliance, he was one of Rogue Squadron.

The pilot leaned down to pick up the chip on his bed when the man in the bunk above his spoke up.

“I don’t see why you do that.” He said.

“Do what?” Owen responded with a perked brow.

“Obsess over the state of your bed.” The man above snickered and leaned over the ledge to stare down at the way the sheets were tucked under the bed in a nearly symmetrical manner. It was the direct opposite of his own disheveled mess. “You’re just going to end up with a messed up bed when your shift is up anyway.”

“Cleanliness is the cornerstone of any healthy lifestyle.” Owen said with a grin. “It shows that you care about the way you look, Stephen.”

“OCD more like.” Stephen responded and went back to the Holobook on his datapad.

“Yeah, well,” Lieutenant Holst chuckled. “I can’t do much about that.”

“Yeah, yeah…” The neighbor shook his head. “Just go, your friends are waiting for you, Mister Newly-Promoted.”

Owen snickered again. “Alright, catch you later, Steve.”

“It’s Stephen!” The man responded as Owen stepped outside, grinning. “There is an N.”

The grin lingered as Owen ventured down the halls towards the mess hall. He’d lie if he said he didn’t miss the good old bars from home on Naboo, but in the end it was the company that mattered and the Rogues, well, they were the best company that was to be had. Yet there was that one problem that seemed near-universal when they all interacted with each other: Callsigns. They were a tight-knit group, but somehow they had all managed to remain on a Lastname-or-Callsign-or-Number basis with each other. Initiative had to be made and arrangements had to clear out part of the Rec Room just for them.

After all, nothing said tight-knit like robbing each blind in Sabacc or some other activity.

 

[Devyn Lynton]

There were at least two types of Rogue Squadron members, Devyn had found out. One of them was the group who was always deployed somewhere, fighting the bad guys and blowing up ships and being awesome pilots that they were; they were the best pilots there were, always getting promotions and stuff. And then there was the other kind -- people who barely did anything, were never used, and when they showed up they were already late to the mission.

Yeah, Devyn definitely belonged to the latter group.

He couldn't say that he was not jealous or that it didn't affect his ego at all. It did, and he was so full of hatred for himself for letting all of that happen. He wanted to be good as well, and while he was a good pilot, his ethics were a little bit off the place.

Not a real team worker, not a really precise person, and above all, extremely hyperactive. He wasn't reckless or full of rage whenever something triggered him, but he was definitely not the most calm person there was, and his attention span was close to one second. Things just bored him all too quickly. Medication was also not an option for him.

But at eating was. That's why he was once again in the mess hall, doing his stuff and eating and drinking, much like everybody else. He had to note he didn't like the blandness of this place, but it was better than nothing.

He was just not a real soldier type of a person. Having transported noblemen and -women and living in luxurious quarters had spoilt him greatly, and now that there was no such luxury as a Rogue, he was feeling a bit annoyed.

Biting into a sandwich, he tried to calm down a little bit, even though it was quite an impossible try.

---

[ [member="Owen Holst"] ]

 

[Progflaw99]

Corn. Beans. Rice. They seemed to be mixed into everything these days. Secretly Vale wondered if it was because of their new supply chain from Chandrila. There'd been a strange terrorist debacle and Rogue had been called in. Prior to that encounter, Vale had known all of about one thing about Chandrila... it was most certainly a planet. In a universe full of planets and star systems, what could one expect? Since the encounter he'd learned a fair deal about the world, chiefly, it was an agricultural super center in the Bormea sector. It wasn't that he disliked corn, or beans, or even rice, but when it was the eighth meal this week it started to get old.

He took a sniff of the slop on his tray. It wasn't home-made, but it did the job. The cafeteria was usually pretty above par but they must have gotten a new cook in the kitchen as of late, Vale shaking his head as he looked out to the seating area. It had been a rough few weeks, months even. The Galactic Alliance had been covering a lot of ground, rapidly expanding their area of responsibility and Rogue Squadron had been playing catch up. As one of the premier squadrons, they'd more than doubled their mission history in the last few months.

It was part of why he was taking his time finding a seat, for the first time in many months, they'd actually been given some down time. The higher ups must have felt a wall approaching but Vale wasn't one to look a gift-bantha in the mouth. He hadn't had much time to really meet the rest of the squadron aside from mission briefings and debriefs. Might as well make the most of his time off.

His eyes scanning the mess hall, he spotted a familiar face. Well, sort of. The man was biting into a sandwich at the moment. He approached, the tray held lightly in one hand while he motioned towards an empty seat.

"Lynton right? Vale, Endriss. Mind if I join you?" He let a friendly smile creep up at the edges of his lips.

[member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Owen Holst"]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

Spoiler

Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Alexandra Russo"] “Alleycat”
Rogue Two – Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] “Beardface” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Tela Uolmi"] “Glitz”
Rogue Four – Vacant
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] [OCC LOA]
Rogue Six – Flight Officier [member="Cal Sedaire"]
Rogue Seven - Lieutenant [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Eight – Flight Officer [member="Vale Endriss"] "Eight Ball"
Rogue Nine/XO – Lieutenant Commander @Asmus Janes “Slick”
Rogue Ten – Vacant
Rogue Eleven – Vacant
Rogue Twelve – Flight Officer [member="Lucius Varad"] “Songbird” [IC MIA]
Rogue Thirteen – Flight Officer [member="Allyson Locke"] “Lucky”
Rogue Fourteen – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie” [OCC LOA]
Rogue Fifteen – Flight Officer [member="Sylvia Nuru"] “Red Devil”
Rogue Sixteen – Flight Officer [member="Jareb Kaine"]
Rogue Seventeen – Flight Officer [member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Eighteen – Flight Officer [member="Razall Khunn"]

Asmus was bored. He wasn’t one to enjoy manual work, he needed to be kept engaged. The ship had been running quietly for weeks, which mean no holonet access. To preserve fuel there had been no unnecessary sorties, so he hadn’t been afforded the chance to fly.

On top of that he’d had a falling out with Henson in engineering, so he’d been truly shorn of pursuits to keep himself occupied. Some of the Rogues were just a little wound up for his liking. They were also generally considered off limits for fraternisation to avoid complications. Tela might have been grown up enough to distract each other for a time, but he hadn’t seen her around much. Allyson had a new girlfriend and Choli was too young and probably wouldn’t know what to do if given the opportunity. He hadn’t found out if any of the men in the squadron shared his relaxed attitudes.

With a grunt, he decided to stop staring at the blank patch of metal above his bunk and hop down to the floor, landing lightly. It was the gym or the officer’s mess, he supposed. Over the last few months he’d put on a good few kilos of brawn. The gym had never really been his thing, but it was one way to pass the time.

He decided on the mess, heading out of the crew quarters at a gentle stroll.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Asmus would find one sixteen-year-old Lieutenant Vyn at the mess! Well more like huddled in a corner with enough food for two chowing down on some flatcakes. How she managed to eat so much and stay that skinny was an unknown akin to figuring out why women kept asking men if the dress they wore made them look fat.

She'd be pretty easy to spot. Hair was up in a thick braid, the plait hanging down her back. White tank top, cargo pants. ID tags dangling around her neck and the gusto of a woman enjoying her meal as company.

Not to shabby, eh?

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Devyn Lynton"] [member="Owen Holst"]

His tray came down with a clang next to Choli. Asmus dropped into the chair without asking permission. She wasn't his Flight, Choli flew with Loske. Devyn and Vale seemed to be having a chat, but we sat within earshot. Asmus spared them a friendly nod.

"What's up kid?" he asked Choli as he pulled a chunk of warm bread apart. Simple soup followed by simple stew. It seemed Choli had picked up the last of the flatcakes however. He made a mental note to raid the dessert tray before any more Rogues showed up. She probably wouldn't like being called kid. However, Asmus was dreadfully bored and looking for some amusement. He didn't know Owen was planning some team bonding for the evening.

 

[Dashka Soon]

(ooc sorry i haveny used Razal in a while.)

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Spoiler

[member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Sylvia Nuru"] 15, [member="Jareb Kaine"] 16, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17

When was the last time she'd eaten anything not from the hangar vending machine? Alleycat couldn't remember. She'd been sitting at Rogue Leader's desk in the cranny of an office for way too long going through her pilots' SIM scores, After Action Reports, and general supply crap. Where the feth was her XO? Probably in his bunk playing with something… game wise. There was a new one out, right? But, wasn't he supposed to be at least helping with the day to day squadron business after the Commander had put in for his promotion? Gods, men?! Can't live with them. Can't live without them.

Maybe that last thought was more in regards to her ongoing relationship with [member="Kahne Porte"]. It was a bit of a roller coaster to be honest with the Jedi. Alexandra's emotions riding from a high to a low every time they were together as their time was always too short before being apart for gods knows how long again. Between the back to back missions and this romantic situation, the Taanabian was burnt out and stressed, and maybe left wanting a bit too much.

Russo put down the datapad she had in her hand, then pushed back from the desk and grabbed her flight jacket off the back of the chair. She shut off the lights and made her way to the turbolift. It was time to get something real to eat, perhaps a drink or three other than caf, and definitely not from behind the desk either.

 

[Devyn Lynton]

Devyn hadn't expected anybody to really join him at the meal, but it looked like he was completely wrong -- there was this one Rogue who was approaching the table and who seemed to have this one spot in his mind. The one spot next to his.

As the man arrived and asked whether he could sit there or not, Devyn looked at him with a face much like as if he was thinking 'what the kark are you doing here and why are you sitting here?'. But that was practically the only real facial expression he had with people whom he didn't know that well, so he guessed it was OK.

"Yeah, 've got nothing against it," he said simply and without much emotion before taking another bite of the sandwich. Vale Endriss, huh? He didn't really know that one that much. They didn't really do much together at Rogue missions. Y'know, Devyn was usually the one tasked with the most boring stuff. If he showed up, that is.

"Karking tired of this sandwich, but that's still better than the other food they serve here," the teenager was both grumpy and joking at the same time. Well to be honest, he didn't really eat that much of the other stuff. Like, ever. Because they didn't look too appetizing at all.

He took a short glance at the food Vale was eating. Yeah, there weren't many options around there. But it was true that they couldn't have some top class restaurant level food there -- they were only pilots, not high level commanders of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force.

[ [member="Vale Endriss"] ]

 

[Progflaw99]

Nodding as the other Rogue spoke, he slid in across the table from the man. He smiled as Devyn sourly addressed their food situation. He had to admit, the guy wasn't wrong. He hesitantly spooned the slop on his tray, eyeing it sideways before digging in. It wasn't the worst, but it was comparable to the field rations he'd gotten in basic training. He shook his head after wolfing down a few mouthfuls of the stuff. It wasn't that he really cared about what he ate, but every now and then it would be nice to have something fresh.

"I can't argue with you there, this stuff is pretty nasty. I wish they'd have something fresh for once. I mean, I'd even take a Mandoburger™."

Wolfing down a few more bites he let his spoon sit half upended in the mush of beans, corn, and rice. Raising an eyebrow, an idea struck him. He quickly removed a datapad from his pocket, bringing up an announcement forum for the base. He wondered if he'd remembered correctly. Checking the date, he realized he was right. Looking back to the pilot across from him, he spoke again.

"Hey, this food definitely leaves something to be desired. I noticed a bulletin about the Rec Room on the public forum, it looks like someone managed to pull some strings and Rogue Squadron has it reserved for the rest of the day. I wonder if any of the rest of the crew is there, care to take a trip?"

The pilot had seemed a little irritable but Vale usually found that by keeping his energy up, and reinforcing a positive mentality that he could often change the mood of people around him. At least in most cases. Either way, it never hurt to be positive. He wasn't sure the man would want to join him in going to the Rec Room, but he figured if not he could likely ask a few of the others of Rogue. He'd seen a few of them filter into the chow hall as he took his seat.

[member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Owen Holst"]​

 

[Devyn Lynton]

Devyn managed to force the bland sandwich with questionable contents into his mouth and flushed it all down with a sip of the ice cold water. He never drank anything other when eating a meal. Not like they would give the Rogues anything better than just water anyway.

"Oh yeah, sure," he said, sounding slightly better now. Probably because he wasn't now alone behind the table, which meant he couldn't keep thinking about the misery of his angsty teenage life and the troubles he faced for being constantly late and never getting a promotion. The other rogue really had a degree of positivity to him, Devyn had to admit.

But they could not get out of the mess hall before Seventeen was finished with his pudding. Even though it was really tasteless and probably contained no sugar whatsoever, he still found it to be better than most main course meals around there.

Sticking his spoon into the blob of something that resembled a pudding, he looked over at the other rogue. He was Rogue Eight, wasn't he? Well, duh, that's also the reason why Lynton hadn't really talked to him that much. He rarely had conversations with anybody below Rogue Ten. They were like the upperclassmen or the cool kids or something.

"Let me just eat this thing, OK?" he spoke, mouth full of the pudding.

[ [member="Vale Endriss"] ]

 

[Progflaw99]

Vale grinned. He looked at his tray quickly, noticing they'd slopped a generous amount of pudding into one of the indents on the tray. He picked up his spoon, wiping it clean with a stray napkin on the table. Pointing at the pudding he raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"This stuff any good?"

He stuck the glob of pudding with the spoon, bringing it to his mouth. He nervously tasted the substance, a shrug followed. It wasn't bad. Actually, it was pretty good. Vale found it funny that the chow hall provided better desserts over their main meals. Despite that, the majority of the starfighter pilots made sure to stay in excellent shape. He took another scoop of the pudding-like substance, nodding as he finished it quickly.

"That's not too bad actually. Odd how they don't make the regular food that great. Reminds me of the glop we got in basic training."

He set his spoon down, waiting patiently. He saw the others across the hall still eating. Vale wondered if they'd want to join the two of them in the Rec Room. It might be good for them, this was the first stretch of downtime they'd had in a while and it would be good for the whole squadron to spend some time bonding over something other than space combat. He raised a finger to Devyn, nodding his head over at the other group.

"I'll go ask them if they want to join us, feel free to finish up, I'll swing by and get ya on the way out!"

Standing, he left his tray momentarily, walking over to where the others were seated. He raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey guys, Rec Room is ours for the remainder of the day, care to join Lynton and I? I've been itching to play a couple rounds of Sabaac?"

[member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Owen Holst"]​

 

[Asher]

The mess hall wasn’t too far from Owen’s bunk. It made things a living hell on some days when the grunts had their day off, but the man’d live through it. After all, living close to where you ate was a luxury not everyone was afforded. On the way to the hall he passed a mirror and promptly stopped. The Naboo native took a few steps back to get himself a proper lookover, leaning back to let the first glimpse last as long as it was necessary. White tee, Standard issue uniform pants (read: cargo pants) and the boots to go with, a meticulously combed hair that had later been disheveled as well a tastefully unkempt stubble. Owen snapped his finger and pointed at himself in the mirror while making a clicking noise from the corner of his mouth.

“And mother said the stubble made you look like a barbarian,” He said and continued on his way towards the mess. “Guess you showed her wrong, Owen.”

Stepping in he noticed who was around. Russo, Lynton, Janes, Junior and Endriss. It wasn’t the whole crew, but then he figured that they all had their reason not to be here. He hadn’t seen Lucky almost since Coruscant. Maybe a few quick nods to each other in the hallway, but it hardly went beyond that. Maybe she was away thinking about her girlfriend, in which case he wasn’t really all that keen on going off to prod at her. That was her business. Still, it was good to see those that had actually attended. Endriss and Lynton talking, Janes and Junior doing… Well, something before Endriss proposed a game of Sabacc.

“I’m down.” The newly promoted Lieutenant Owen Holst cried out from across the room. “I haven’t played it since boarding school, but I’ll figure it out. I think.”

He joined up with the rest of the crew. “In truth, that was most likely what I would have suggested that we all do in the first place. It’s as good of a way to bond with each other as any, right?” Owen shrugged. “If not, well, I am sure we could always try something else. Wrestling, maybe. Streets of Nar Shaddaa, if you are more inclined for virtual fun.”

A grin shot out at Choli and then Devyn. “Just remember to keep the young ones in mind.”

“Pretty sure we don’t want to cause any reason for their overseers to send any angry letters for our superiors to read.” Owen finished with a lighthearted joke.

[member="Devyn Lynton"] // [member="Alexandra Russo"] // [member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Choli Vyn"] // [member="Vale Endriss"]​

 

[Asmus Janes]

“It’s alright,” Asmus replied cheerily. “Choli’s got to be tucked away before nine so she’ll miss the worst of us.”

He looked down at his sad, grey food. He’d stashed some booze away for a special occasion. This felt about as good as any opportunity to share it.

“I’m in…under one condition,” he said as he held up one finger. “The terms bonding, ‘team building’, and any and all work related chat is a drinking offence. Except for Choli. We’ll work out what her punishment should be should she break the rules.”

The last one had been added in specifically for Russo on account of the office work he owed her. Didn't want her bringing that up whilst they were trying to play cards.

 

[Tela Uolmi]

"Rules are made to be broken, Asmus," she chimed in, carding a hand through red locks that she was mulling over keeping trimmed or letting grow out - either way, she'd keep it long enough for things even she knew better than to talk about around the 'young ones', "maybe not those rules," she added after consideration.

Oh, she was here, she was. No reason to be elsewhere, "but if that's what I gotta do to get a drink around here, then shet's... eh, they're gettin' broken." Policing herself around Choli and Devyn was fething hard. How many times had she questioned what frakker let kids into an elite squadron? Yeah, they needed the bodies, the best ones, but shet... really? Either way, getting beaked at by the up-and-ups got tiring after a while, and this squadron was the only place she really felt at home. Going back to Kessel wasn't exactly an option, and hell if she was getting sent to an escort squadron or some bull. She eyed Holst, then glanced at the youngins.

"Guess that means no strip sabacc," she said with a lewd half-grin, moseying over with a tray of gray crap that was sustenance, but not food, and nudged Asmus when she got there, "pity."

Well, she tried.

[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Owen Holst"] | [member="Vale Endriss"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Tela Uolmi"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Devyn Lynton"] [member="Alexandra Russo"]

"Not a kid," Choli scowled over at Asmus, speaking through a full mouth as she continued to stuff her face with pancakes. He made another quip about not being old enough to drink, and the pointed glare at the pilot were like daggers.

She swallowed, then gestured with her fork. One would almost think as if she were about to stab him with it!... Or not.

"Hey! Tatooine doesn't have a legal drinking age, thank you very much." she reminded him, glancing up to hear about the get-together.

"I bet I can drink you all under the table!"

The challenge was tossed on the table. But who would accept to drink against at sixteen year old?

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Tela Uolmi"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Devyn Lynton"] [member="Alexandra Russo"]

Asmus had an impish grin on his face as he looked down at the accusatory fork. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Open... Then closed.

In his head he had been debating whether to go ahead with the slightly lewd comment about being under tables and drinking, but in the end decided he'd already pushed his luck when it came to disciplinary action. His luck could bend perhaps, but it would snap in the end.

"You can drink," he said with a shrug. "But no drinking games. I'm not appearing in front of a panel with Russo over this, that's for sure."

There was a distant, fond expression on his face as he turned back over to Tela. "Now strip twister...There's a game..." Everything about his demeanour suggested he was recalling a particular memory.

 

[Tela Uolmi]

"No drinking games, roger."

Didn't need those to drink, but still a shame, because it was more fun that way. She slid into place and parked her back end, tray almost soundlessly slipped onto the table. At the mention of 'Strip Twister', her eyes promptly found Asmus' face, and the look of memory there. Boy, she would like to pry into his head on that account, "you don't say..." but she just smirked and looked to the dismal stuff on her plate, lifted her fork, and popped the whole deal into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"Believe it or not," she said, swallowing after a couple moments, "never played."

Which just might come as a shock, given her usual demeanour and reputation. Not that she didn't want to. It seemed she always wanted to.

[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Owen Holst"] | [member="Vale Endriss"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

 

[Asher]

Owen liked rules, they had a tendency to make life easier. Clean your bed, keep yourself respectable and most of all stick with your crew. He certainly thrived on the idea of keeping everything exactly where it needed to be. He couldn’t agree with the idea that rules were meant to be broken, but he quietly nodded his head in feigned approval at what Tela was saying nonetheless. Perhaps nodding at the fact that she had the right to believe whatever she wanted, or perhaps because he heard the challenge that was issued.

Junior thought she could drink them under the table and the Man from Naboo couldn’t help but doubt that. In fact it triggered his curiosity. How exactly was it that Choli was here? She looked young, far younger than him and that in itself said something. His eyebrow perked as he took a seat before her, carefully listening to the ‘warnings’ offered by Asmus. Getting a talk from the superior was off-putting, the idea of strip twister even more so. A joke that went right over Owen’s head.

He turned around, lift his finger and promptly sighed while shaking his head. “Forget it.”

His attention turned back to Choli. “So you really think you can drink all three of us under the table?” A chuckled forced his lips apart at the thought. “I’m not saying I doubt that, but uh,” He looked at the kid. She didn’t look like much. “I doubt that.”

Besides, Owen had lost a fighter without having crashed it once before and gotten off the hook. Granted, he was grounded for quite some time, but he was still with Rogue Squadron, wasn’t he? Getting drunk with his squadmembers seemed pretty minor in comparison to that.

[member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Choli Vyn"] // [member="Tela Uolmi"] // [member="Vale Endriss"] //[member="Devyn Lynton"]​

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Owen Holst"] [member="Tela Uolmi"] [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Alexandra Russo"]

That fork quickly shifted from Asmus over to Owen. It was clear Janes and Uolmi were already drifting to other types of games, so the teenager decided to focus on Pie.

"Appearances can be deceiving," she said with a pointed expression, twirling the fork to stab at another square of fluffy pancake.

"Try living on Tatooine and not learn how to drink." she tossed in. The hive of scum and villainy there.

"And I'm sure I can win a regular game of Sabaac." a flicker over to Tela.

"Maybe even teach Uolmi how to play it the right way."