The Arbiter
Location: ANS Intervention
Objective 1
Allies: GA
Enemies: [member="Ordo"]
Marcello's glacier-blue gaze peered out from behind errant locks of blonde hair as he strode purposefully across the deck of the hangar bay. Dressed in a jet-black flight suit, the Naboo native past by a number of other Alliance officials preparing for various objectives in support of the Karfeddion initiative. While Marcello would normally be found on the ground, fighting his way through swaths of enemies, he realized from the briefing there were plenty of personnel engaged in that particular objective.
As a result, Marcello had the blissful opportunity to do what he was really born to do. Jor'lan approached Marcello just as he reached the dark blue N-1T Interceptor. "Pre-flight checks out. I did a hot check as well just to be sure those new parts we installed were still meeting the grade. I did make a few calibration adjustments."
Marcello gave his friend and crew chief a 'look'.
Jor'lan smiled thinly and quickly produced a datapad. "Yeah I know. You don't like me tinkering with your baby."
Marcello accepted the datapad, managing his own slight smile. "So you constantly do it to prove that understanding?" Marcello finished reviewing the data quickly before handing the datapad back to Jor'lan. "Looks to be alright."
"You're going to double check anyways."
"I'm going to double check anyways."
Five minutes later, Marcello was ascending the ladder into the cockpit. His helmet sat on top of the console as he quickly began powering up the systems in the preferred order. Fortunately, the environment of the Intervention was maintained in a manner that was optimal for flight conditions. It wasn't like starting up on the surface of some jungle or desert...where you could fry your scanners by powering them up to soon. The last thing was avionics, which Marcello activated after retrieving his helmet and connecting it into the avionics suite.
As the repulsors came online at minimal power, Marcello depressed the switch to close the canopy and dialed in command tactical on button 1, squadron tactical on button 2, primary flight control on button 3, and emergency response on button 4. In short, four frequencies easily selected with a mere toggle of a switch on the vessel's throttle control. For now, his four-spacecraft section that he'd hand selected were all on primary flight control. "Control, Shock 6, flight of four, direct departure to alpha."
"Standby Shock Flight, traffic in transition."
Turning his head to the right, Marcello gave a thumbs up to his wingman. He waited as it was quickly passed down the line and back to him, indicating all vessels were ready.
"Shock Flight, clear to depart, immediate turn to alpha following transition."
As Marcello repeated the instructions to flight control, he gave a brief salute to Jor'lan who returned it before scurrying out of the way. "Cleared to transition with immediate to alpha, Shock 6." The moment the words finished leaving his lips, Marcello manipulated the repulsors and the sublight bank to quickly carry the N-1T out of the hangar roughly ten feet off the deck.
Objective 1
Allies: GA
Enemies: [member="Ordo"]
Marcello's glacier-blue gaze peered out from behind errant locks of blonde hair as he strode purposefully across the deck of the hangar bay. Dressed in a jet-black flight suit, the Naboo native past by a number of other Alliance officials preparing for various objectives in support of the Karfeddion initiative. While Marcello would normally be found on the ground, fighting his way through swaths of enemies, he realized from the briefing there were plenty of personnel engaged in that particular objective.
As a result, Marcello had the blissful opportunity to do what he was really born to do. Jor'lan approached Marcello just as he reached the dark blue N-1T Interceptor. "Pre-flight checks out. I did a hot check as well just to be sure those new parts we installed were still meeting the grade. I did make a few calibration adjustments."
Marcello gave his friend and crew chief a 'look'.
Jor'lan smiled thinly and quickly produced a datapad. "Yeah I know. You don't like me tinkering with your baby."
Marcello accepted the datapad, managing his own slight smile. "So you constantly do it to prove that understanding?" Marcello finished reviewing the data quickly before handing the datapad back to Jor'lan. "Looks to be alright."
"You're going to double check anyways."
"I'm going to double check anyways."
Five minutes later, Marcello was ascending the ladder into the cockpit. His helmet sat on top of the console as he quickly began powering up the systems in the preferred order. Fortunately, the environment of the Intervention was maintained in a manner that was optimal for flight conditions. It wasn't like starting up on the surface of some jungle or desert...where you could fry your scanners by powering them up to soon. The last thing was avionics, which Marcello activated after retrieving his helmet and connecting it into the avionics suite.
As the repulsors came online at minimal power, Marcello depressed the switch to close the canopy and dialed in command tactical on button 1, squadron tactical on button 2, primary flight control on button 3, and emergency response on button 4. In short, four frequencies easily selected with a mere toggle of a switch on the vessel's throttle control. For now, his four-spacecraft section that he'd hand selected were all on primary flight control. "Control, Shock 6, flight of four, direct departure to alpha."
"Standby Shock Flight, traffic in transition."
Turning his head to the right, Marcello gave a thumbs up to his wingman. He waited as it was quickly passed down the line and back to him, indicating all vessels were ready.
"Shock Flight, clear to depart, immediate turn to alpha following transition."
As Marcello repeated the instructions to flight control, he gave a brief salute to Jor'lan who returned it before scurrying out of the way. "Cleared to transition with immediate to alpha, Shock 6." The moment the words finished leaving his lips, Marcello manipulated the repulsors and the sublight bank to quickly carry the N-1T out of the hangar roughly ten feet off the deck.