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Post by Atalai Bova on Jun 12, 2005 11:58:07 GMT -5
I'm not saying that you didn't, but the Y-Wing is still superior, it has more fire power, much more heavily armed and armored, the Y-Wing should do about atleast a 1-2 ratio, not only that but, *suposidly* the empire loses scores of Tie Fighter Pilots compared to the professional rebel pilots...
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jun 12, 2005 12:28:11 GMT -5
(Altai, your chars an imp pilot, so hes got to behave like one, all things with shields and armor are cowardly, and TIE Fighter is best. You can be executed for that talk. Juist telling you so you know what you did wrong when your taken to the interrogation room next time you say something like that. lol Also PM me for true stats on the TIE Fighter and it in comparison to Rebel Craft right from the movie maker's mouth.)
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jun 12, 2005 12:30:09 GMT -5
"Yes I'll get you inlisted, but you'll have to go through the academy first if you dont know how to fly. I will teach you today and tomorrow, you'll learn everything. Then you will be able to join the fighter corps straight away."
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Post by Karth Halcyon on Jun 13, 2005 17:53:38 GMT -5
Karth almost panicked. That information had been classified by Baron Soontir Fel himself. Though the interrogation officer did get one thing wrong, Karth hadn't left the service, he had been kicked out. Fel had kept that under wraps because he didn't want it to reflect badly on his squadron's record. Security must be getting lax around here. But he didn't have time to deal with that.
Moving almost at a blur the binders he had picked open came right off. Karth kicked the major in the face and grabbed his blaster. Holding the major in front of him as a shield he shot all the stormtroopers and navy officers then dived behind the table.
Turning to the major who now had a blaster at his head Karth spoke loudly over the sound of the laserbolts that were sizzling past overhead, "Your going to tell them to stop firing now or I'll blow your head off right here."
He waited for the officer's response....
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jun 17, 2005 22:06:53 GMT -5
*intercom comes on in the ship, sounding the alarm, stormtroopers and Navy troopers rush to the interrogation room.*
*Inside the interrogation room, the major begins to speak, but is cut off by a different voice over the intercom, the admiral.* "Traitor, you will put the blaster down and surrender or my men will kill you, we have thermal detonators, the officer means nothing to me. If you continue to resist and somehow hold off the troops and dodge the grenades, then I will depressurize that section and you may suffocate to death"
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Post by Karth Halcyon on Jun 18, 2005 16:15:45 GMT -5
OOC: Just for curiosity's sake isn't your main character the Admiral?
Oh, this was good, now he had attracted even more troops this day was just getting better and better. He set his blaster to kill and shot the major then aimed for the intercom and fired.
"Wasn't looking forward to a morning conversation anyway," muttered Karth.
He shot the security cameras and fired at the Stormtroopers. Grabbing the trooper he shot he held him in front as a shield protecting himself and ran down the hall to the turbolift. He slammed the doors closed and the turbolift voice spoke, "Voice clearance required."
"Alpha-Bespin-Oh-Niner," Karth rambled off his old security codes with any luck they hadn't disabled-
"That code is invalid," interrputed the computer.
Sithpawn! he swore to himself. Quickly, he stripped the trooper of his armor and put it on. He grabbed the E-11 and climbed out the top hatch and used his grappling hook to get off the lift. He pulled himself up and slowly climbed up to the next level....
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jun 21, 2005 19:14:22 GMT -5
(No I just run Imperials)
*All the doors in the Turbolift chuts wqhere Karth was in, the small whistle of Air draining from the Chute and emergency blast doors closing and magnetic locks could be heard. The Admiral's voice again booms in the chute, steadily getting quieter as air leaks* "This is your last warning, you will surrendur or you will suffocate."
(Hey if you want your char to survive please PM me)
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Post by Karth Halcyon on Jul 6, 2005 9:42:45 GMT -5
It was over, there was nothing Karth could do. The Admiral had trapped him. The words felt like bile in his throat.
"Alright, Admiral I surrender."
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jul 6, 2005 20:33:36 GMT -5
The admirals smile could almost be heard through the intercom. "Good, you finally see straight. You'll see that I'm not one of the stupid overconfident Admirals you'll find in other places. Go up to the next door. Once there, put your weapon, ammo, and utility belt on the deck and stand in the middle of the corridor away from it, hands on your head. My men will be waiting. And no more tricks, my officers still have their hands on the decompression levers."
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jul 6, 2005 20:37:33 GMT -5
"Ok Ceili, get oyur flight suit on and meet me near on of the fighters, and the lessons will begin." *smiles.*
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Post by Karth Halcyon on Jul 7, 2005 8:46:48 GMT -5
OOC: The officers who are controlling the decompression lever are on the bridge. Am I right?
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Post by tycho on Jul 7, 2005 12:49:17 GMT -5
*The Lambada shuttle from the ISD "Avenger" landed in the Star Destroyer's docking bay. Tycho stepped down from the boarding ramp with his military uniform on. His belongings were in a large bag which he hung over his shoulder. He walked through the bay hearing the familiar whine of the twin ion engines on TIE fighters. He stepped over to a deck officer.*
"Hey...I was just transfered here. Who is the highest ranking fighter pilot on this ship? I need to see him."
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jul 7, 2005 18:53:52 GMT -5
(yes the lever is)
*points to left where Yuar is standing* "There he is."
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Post by tycho on Jul 7, 2005 19:19:50 GMT -5
*Tycho walks over and drops his bag saluting the officer.*
"Sir...Tycho Stele, I was just transfered from the 38th Fighter Wing to here."
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Post by Yuar Nedra on Jul 7, 2005 21:22:36 GMT -5
*Salutes back* "At ease. I'm Squadron Leader Yuar Nedra. Welcome to the 121st. I was about to start training a new recruit. Would you like to join us? I'd like to size up the replacements. We lost all but 2 on Naboo."
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