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Post by thrawn on Jun 9, 2007 16:11:27 GMT -5
Jack formed up Storm squadron, "This is Lieutenant Mattias of Storm squadron, we are missing 2 members, Blitz squadron is short 3 and Prowler 5, not all were KIA i think a good number of prowler were captured, the ones i know of are Captain Janus Velen, Lieutenant Corban Drake, Flight officer Maieyin and Blitz 7, otherwise all present and correct," switching to wing frequency he said, "Land in your own time, and report for debriefing."
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Chris Brought his X-Wing down into the bay, the rebels had got roundly hammered, proper imperial troops could be more than a match for them, when he returned he would have to make a note to shake Admiral Zeck by the hand, he was a masterful tactician.
Hopping out of his cockpit he jogged towards the ready room for debriefing.
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Admiral Zeck looked around the bridge, "Continue R&R operations, drag that carrack into orbit with us, theres bound to be some left alive, we can probably refit it if we get it to Kuat," with that he turned on his heel and walked off the bridge, he had to go and report to the High command.
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Post by thrawn on Jun 21, 2007 11:06:37 GMT -5
Jack finished off his debriefing and looked around the theater, most looked down and exhausted for one reason or another, he knew their feeling, that last mission had ended in sheer hell for them, but he saved some pity for himself, he had to go and explain to the captain.
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2 weeks from now
Admiral Zeck turned to his com station, "Put those rebels on a transport, ill transmit the coordinates direct to its navicomputer, they're going to an imperial penal world, they will deal with this rebel scum.
The fleet had resupplied and been around the imperial sector, the prisoners had healed up, and all been supplied with a careful store of disinformation, an imperial attack was planned on the rebel sympathizing world of Lorn IV, it was planned for 5 days time with the full might of the sector fleet, the rebels themselves onoy picked up that thered be an attack, the ISB agent piloting on the transport and the computers would supply the details.
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Post by Kleese Adamska on Jun 22, 2007 20:09:49 GMT -5
The two guards opened the cell where Corban was being stayed. Over the last two weeks, Corban had gotten in so much trouble, that they had to give his food to him through the bars and push it to him with a pole. His arms were shackled in metal restraints that were magnetized to the hull interrior. Leaning foreward, he Corban discovered that he could move along this wall by sliding the restraint alog it, and that's how he figured out how to eat, using only his mouth and his feet.
The two troopers walked up to him slowly. A dirty platter lay at his feet, where his last meal was given to him. Corban lay limp, his hands above his head, leaning foreward. The shadows cast on him made him seem eerie, dark, evil. But there was a sense of brokeness about him, as if he had finally become a brain-dead prisoner.
"That was the fastest broken-spirit I've ever seen." One of the troopers commented, walking up to him and grabbing his face by the chin, turning it from one side to the other. Corban grunted.
"Well, unmagnetize'em."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it."
The other trooper held up his carbine and pointed it at Corban. The other trooper put his rifle down to stick wave the keystick over his shackles.
As soon as the Vrrrooomph of the demagnetization was heard, Corban's head snapped up, his eyes wide open, and he lunged at the guard with the gun. His head slammed down on the trooper's head, and Corban blacked out for a second, still standing. He came to before he fell and caught himself.
The trooper he headbutted was stunned, so he swept his feet out from under him. The other trooper bumrushed him and knocked him down, and then went for his fallen comrade's carbine. Corban rolled over onto his back and hooked one leg around his neck, and pulled him back, and began to choke him with his legs.
"That's enough!" Another voice said. Corban looked up at the speaker, only to stare down the barrel of a blaster.
"You've given me too much trouble. I should just kill you right now..."
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Post by thrawn on Jul 9, 2007 4:49:57 GMT -5
(beg your pardon its been so long but ive been exceedingly busy, lets see if we cant get this going again)
"Captain," barked the irate voice of Admiral Zeck, "just bring the prisoner to where i ordered and do it now," turning off the comm he issued similar orders regarding the other two and watched as they were marched towards the stormtrooper transport, the pilot had been especially picked, so had the guards, the final phase of his deception plan would be put into effect, they had information regarding the supply world of Ioard VI, it had recently been decomissioned except for the base and its shields, those were boosted and they were ordered to turn turtle until his fleet had finished its mission, while the rebel fleet was away acting on this information they would have had to leave their shipyards undefended to draw the troops necessary to defeat the defenses that they thought would be there, his fleet would be in and out in ten minutes and the rebel shipyards would be devastated.
He watched grimly as the transport lifted off and began its run up to hyperspace, and laughed quietly as the flight coordinator informed them they had deviated from the planned course, he hated losing prisoners generally, but he still had 2, and the ISB would be very happy to receive them for further interrogation, the red skinned alien and the commander of the A-wing squadron were left behind awaiting a separate transport.
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Post by gruntybalboa on Jul 23, 2007 23:35:42 GMT -5
"COME ON! LEMME GO YOU BASTARDS!" Janus yelled from his cell. "I am the EMPEROR! YOU WILL RELEASE ME!" He cried out in the Emperors voice. "Fuuuuuuuuu! Guuuuuuuh!"
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