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Other than Gisk, does everyone else have a callsign figured out?
Other than Gisk, does everyone else have a callsign figured out?
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Tomlin nodded as everyone sat down. "Okay, Raptors. I know we haven't had a lot of time to get to know each other yet, but Command has already given us a mission." he said as he started the Holoprojector. The first slide showed the Rebel fleet.
"The Rebel Alliance is literally running of fumes. Since the evacuation of Hoth, most of our supplies were left behind or destroyed. As a result, the Alliance is short of everything, particularly fuel. In order to survive, we need to get creative." Tomlin said before showing the next slide. Next came an image of a space station.
"This is Hub Station One. It's the Empire's main supply depot for the entire sector. Ammunition, bacta, fuel, food, everything that the Imperial war machine needs to keep fighting passes through here before reaching their destinations." Tomlin said before turning to his squadron. "We are going to raid it."
The next slide showed a trio of GR-75 transports. "Once we eliminate the stations defenses and knock out their comms array, a commando strike team will move in, load up everything they can, and fall back to the fleet. Our job will be to provide cover and protect the transports. Any questions?"
"The Rebel Alliance is literally running of fumes. Since the evacuation of Hoth, most of our supplies were left behind or destroyed. As a result, the Alliance is short of everything, particularly fuel. In order to survive, we need to get creative." Tomlin said before showing the next slide. Next came an image of a space station.
"This is Hub Station One. It's the Empire's main supply depot for the entire sector. Ammunition, bacta, fuel, food, everything that the Imperial war machine needs to keep fighting passes through here before reaching their destinations." Tomlin said before turning to his squadron. "We are going to raid it."
The next slide showed a trio of GR-75 transports. "Once we eliminate the stations defenses and knock out their comms array, a commando strike team will move in, load up everything they can, and fall back to the fleet. Our job will be to provide cover and protect the transports. Any questions?"
Adam didn't remember falling asleep on the floor, but when he opened his eyes, he was back home. Everything was where it should have, completely untouched. Even the wall was put back into place, as if the Deathtroopers had never come. Obi-wan himself was sitting in the middle of the room, cradling something in his arms. Adam first thought it was his own lightsaber, but when he approached and say before his master, he could see that it was someone else's.
"Hello, Padawan." he said. His smile was genuine, as if nothing was wrong. Adam desperately wanted to reach out and hug his old master, but he stood still. If this was a dream, he didn't want to disturb it. If it was a message, he needed to pay attention.
"My time is short, and there is work for both of you." Obi-wan said, looking sad. Adam got the sense he genuinely wanted didn't want to leave Adam and Kijani, but had no choice. "You must continue her training, as well as your own." Obi-wan raised the lightsaber over his head and ignited the blade. It filled the small room with golden light.
"When you are ready, go to the Dagobah System, and find Master Yoda."
With a shake, Adam woke up. He could feel Kijani still slumped against his shoulder and the cold, durasteel floor underneath them. Adam wanted to take a shower, find some food, and do about a million other things, but he decided that he could leave Kijani on the floor. When he stood, he picked her up and bridal carried her into one of the back rooms. She was surprisingly light, and hoped he didn't wake her up when he set her down on one of Han's spare cots. When he saw a familiar looking lightsaber hooked onto Kijani's belt, he smiled and close the door behind him. To his surprise, he turned around to find Bail Organa staring face to face with him.
"Is she alright?" he asked with concern.
"Yea. She's just tired. I'm sure all of us are." Adam said before trying to move past him. Bail put his hand up.
"You care for her, I can see that. But if you really want her to be safe, you should keep her away from this Jedi business. When we get to Yavin 4, you need to leave." He said, finally letting him pass. Adam simply nodded and he walked past. What Kijani wants is not up to any of us, just her.
"Hello, Padawan." he said. His smile was genuine, as if nothing was wrong. Adam desperately wanted to reach out and hug his old master, but he stood still. If this was a dream, he didn't want to disturb it. If it was a message, he needed to pay attention.
"My time is short, and there is work for both of you." Obi-wan said, looking sad. Adam got the sense he genuinely wanted didn't want to leave Adam and Kijani, but had no choice. "You must continue her training, as well as your own." Obi-wan raised the lightsaber over his head and ignited the blade. It filled the small room with golden light.
"When you are ready, go to the Dagobah System, and find Master Yoda."
With a shake, Adam woke up. He could feel Kijani still slumped against his shoulder and the cold, durasteel floor underneath them. Adam wanted to take a shower, find some food, and do about a million other things, but he decided that he could leave Kijani on the floor. When he stood, he picked her up and bridal carried her into one of the back rooms. She was surprisingly light, and hoped he didn't wake her up when he set her down on one of Han's spare cots. When he saw a familiar looking lightsaber hooked onto Kijani's belt, he smiled and close the door behind him. To his surprise, he turned around to find Bail Organa staring face to face with him.
"Is she alright?" he asked with concern.
"Yea. She's just tired. I'm sure all of us are." Adam said before trying to move past him. Bail put his hand up.
"You care for her, I can see that. But if you really want her to be safe, you should keep her away from this Jedi business. When we get to Yavin 4, you need to leave." He said, finally letting him pass. Adam simply nodded and he walked past. What Kijani wants is not up to any of us, just her.
Just waiting on @Gisk
Still got tons of room for applicants
Adam struggled to his feet, his breath coming in heaving gasps. He reached out for his lightsaber, wanting to help his master. Maybe if they both fought Vader, they could overwhelm him. Maybe they could-
"Run, Adam! Run!" said the voice in his head that he knew belonged to his master. "I've rigged one of the reactors to explode! Take Kijani and get to the rebels! The boy took one last look at his master, and he knew it would be for the last time. Mentally, he bid farewell to his master and started to run, just as an explosion rocked the station.
The space station was in chaos, and no one seemed to notice or care about the two fugitives running all the way to the hanger bay where the Falcon awaited. When the pair climbed the ramp, Adam felt his strength finally fail him. He collapsed on the deck, completely exhausted.
"Is that everyone? We need to get out of here while the tractor beam is down! Where is the old man?" Han shouted from the cockpit.
"He's... not coming." Adam said, rasping. Good-bye, master. I'm sorry.
"Run, Adam! Run!" said the voice in his head that he knew belonged to his master. "I've rigged one of the reactors to explode! Take Kijani and get to the rebels! The boy took one last look at his master, and he knew it would be for the last time. Mentally, he bid farewell to his master and started to run, just as an explosion rocked the station.
The space station was in chaos, and no one seemed to notice or care about the two fugitives running all the way to the hanger bay where the Falcon awaited. When the pair climbed the ramp, Adam felt his strength finally fail him. He collapsed on the deck, completely exhausted.
"Is that everyone? We need to get out of here while the tractor beam is down! Where is the old man?" Han shouted from the cockpit.
"He's... not coming." Adam said, rasping. Good-bye, master. I'm sorry.
The slap came fast and hard, but Max was ready for it. Still, when it connected, it hurt like hell. The engineer was starting to think she had some practice with this. Max was surprised, however, by the closed fist that came at his way next.
Max had never been the most athletic person, having spent more days reading that running outside. Still, instinct took over and he ducked. Taking the hint, he made a hasty retreat out of the ballroom. The room filled with laughter, and none laughed louder than Hubert.
Laugh it up, you bastard. We will see how you feel in the morning. he thought to himself. He quickly made his way to the front garage, hoping that the airship that Octavia promised would be waiting for him. The sooner he could get out of the monkey suit he was wearing and into some practical clothing, the better.
Max had never been the most athletic person, having spent more days reading that running outside. Still, instinct took over and he ducked. Taking the hint, he made a hasty retreat out of the ballroom. The room filled with laughter, and none laughed louder than Hubert.
Laugh it up, you bastard. We will see how you feel in the morning. he thought to himself. He quickly made his way to the front garage, hoping that the airship that Octavia promised would be waiting for him. The sooner he could get out of the monkey suit he was wearing and into some practical clothing, the better.
The ready-room of the Courageous was slowly starting to fill up pilots, and Tomlin looked over his notes one more time. This wasn't his first mission briefing, as he had done a few times in his old squadron. This, however, was his first time wearing a rebel uniform, and he knew his superiors would be watching.
It had been only a week since the destruction of the rebel base at Hoth, and the alliance were desperate to put pilots into cockpits. They even looked to those they previously couldn't trust, which was Tomlin's case. In spite of his previous loyalty to the Empire, he did everything that was asked of him and assembled a brand new squadron.
Raptor Squadron, as it had been dubbed, was assembled for the first time, ready to take on their first mission.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please be seated and we will get underway." Tomlin said, putting his notes down and starting the holo-projector.
It had been only a week since the destruction of the rebel base at Hoth, and the alliance were desperate to put pilots into cockpits. They even looked to those they previously couldn't trust, which was Tomlin's case. In spite of his previous loyalty to the Empire, he did everything that was asked of him and assembled a brand new squadron.
Raptor Squadron, as it had been dubbed, was assembled for the first time, ready to take on their first mission.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please be seated and we will get underway." Tomlin said, putting his notes down and starting the holo-projector.
Yea the b-wing does look a bit goofy sometimes.
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