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KyrYxus
Mon Dec 20, 2004 8:12 am
#14
Welll... it has been a few days since taking down the beast and word of the feat had gotten out. Only it didn't quite create the reputation that I wanted. Not to say I didn't expect it but as I said before, I am no rebel. It became apparent after a couple of days listening to the whispers in the Cantina that something was going to have to be done to set the record straight. I had already shown that the Empire was no friend of mine now it was time to back up the statement that I am no rebel. It was time to take the hurting to the Rebel Alliance.
I sent out a communique to the members of Innate Depravity, the moniker taken on by the crew and friends of the Flare, letting them know what was going down. The reception was all in all a good one. Hester was, needless to say, more than willing to go. Casandra was ready, as was Asohi. Hebeu respectfully declined. He gave no reasons nor did he need to. You see, Hebeu IS a rebel, and thus had no desire to hurt his own cause. To each his own I always say. We were short a gunner. I sent feelers out into my pilot network but did not get any response as most pilots I know DO tend to be friends of the Alliance. Casandra however had a friend, a lady pilot, captain of her own decimator who was more than willing to partake in this raid. I can't for the life of me remember her name, all I remember was her pony tail and her big... ahem... rifle. We met up at my usual haunt in Mos Eisley.
It was time to fill them in on the specifics of the raid. Deep Space again. This time to bring as much hurt to the Alliance as we could in a quick hit and fade strike. Hebeu was helpful enough to provide Hester with some nice buffing drugs before he left to do whatever it was that Hebeu does when not bringing the pain to whatever ship was foolish enough to cross his reticle. We loaded up and headed out.
Once again we headed to Dathomir to find the Deep Space access station. Along the way to our nav point I decided to test out the new gunner. I scouted my scope and found another YT in the area. Unger... something or other. This guy had been patrolling my local haunts for weeks andit was time to, once again, show him that Dathomir belongs to I-D. We made short work of him. This should work out nicely, if only the 4 women in the crew would take the time to not focus on whatever flaws they decided to create in me, because, hey let's face it; there aren't any. We resumed course and in due time reached the station. This time the transponder was spoofed to show me as an Imperial Decimator. I pulled the sticks together and the stars stretched to starlines and for a moment all seemed to stop, then with a loud BOOM we watched the mottled tunnel of hyperspace surround us.
KyrYxus
Mon Dec 20, 2004 9:07 am
#15
The tone sounded and Casandra pulled us back into realspace. I chuckled softly to myself as I saw through the viewport a new Star Destroyer. Palpy doesn't waste any time does he? I cycled through available targets on my scope and found the Rebel Jewel: Freedom Station.THAT would be the best place to find Rebels; not necessarily our target but that is where we will head to make our presence felt.
We headed out.
A few moments of silence. The comm crackled.
"Cap there is something strange with that Corvette."
I checked the scope and sure enough there were no weapons on it. Too easy. I pulled us around. Odd that it still has full shields on both generators I thought to myself. No matter. We made short work of it; Shield 1, 2, Engine, Reactor, Bridge KABOOM! What a nice feeling. Now I know that a Corvette is no Imperial class Star Destroyer, but it ain't a cheap cost, espescially for a ragtag group like the Alliance.
I was just pulling us around toward the station again when our guest gunner called out again.
"Another Vette. No guns."
"I see it." Someone had had a strange notion of fun if they came out and disarmed all of these ships but left them to repair everything else. Oh well, I'll take the credits from whatever salvage we pick up, along with the security in knowing that soon my credibility would be secured. A few breaths later and our second Corvette was lighting up the blackness of Deep Space.
Our ship rocked. I checked the scope panicking that something was terribly wrong. It was. A Nova had swooped in, escorted by two A Wings.
"Cas keep the shields up. Guns watch the A Wings and get your bearings! I'm on that Nova!" I swung us around and watched the deadly trio approach, preceded by a red barrage of bolts. I lined up on the Nova and listened for the tone that would allow me to unload my massive ordnance upon it. It blew overhead before I could get it.
"Keep the fire on it's weapon 1!"
I swung us around on to the oblong ship's 6. Beep Beep Beep Beep BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I hit the button that releaed both tubes of our space bombs. First one and then the other. It's dorsal gun was gone. I lined up another shot as it brought it's ventral quads to bear. The tone sounded and I relieved it of it's second weapon.
We weren't out of it yet. We shook again as the A Wing's penetrated our armor.
"HEST!" She was already on it. I checked the readout 2 fires.
"Get the shields back up!" I called over my shoulder as I ran to help secure and repair any damage. I was headed through our storage hold when the ship bucked and a conduit blew next to me. Plasma fire seared the skin on the side of my face. STANG! that hurt. But, I told myself as I secured the conduit, there is always a bacta tank. I stumbled my way back to the cockpit, the pain was nearly debilitting.
I got to the cockpit and saw Cas desperately shunting energy from the capacitor to the shields trying to keep us alive. Suddenly the pain in my face was gone.
"There ya go, Cap. I got all the plasma leaks patched but there are some Phantom Le-" I cut her off with a gesture of my hand. No time to talk.
"Not now, Hester." I said as I dropped into my station ready and checked the status. Our armor was gone, and our shields were sitting around 10% thanks to Casandra's quick hands. The two A Wings were still flying and hitting but they were both hurting as bad aswe were.
The one flying point swung around beneath us. It was flying fast but not fast enough to avoid the power and aim of Asohi's quad barrels.
The second A Wing harried us for a few minutes but our guest made short work of it before too long. We swung around and finished off the Nova. What a rush! I lost the skin on half my body but who cares. I'd hit a bacta tank in Coronet when all of this was over.
"Phantom leaks in the Storage area and in Engineering, Captain." Hester had her feelings hurt. The dark side hath no fury like a woman scorned and it was much worse with a Zabrak woman, what with their high emotions and such.
"Thanks, hun." I quipped. "Let's get-"
"Cap, I got another Corvette with no guns on the radar." I checked and sure enough about 3 klicks out there she sat. I had to wonder if this would be another trap like the last one. Would there be an entire squadron of A Wings and Novas this time?
"What is it?" Casandra asked. I didn't even realize I had been laughing.
"Only one way to find out." I winked and we headed in.
The Flare made short work of it without incident. Another scan showed yet another Vette without weapons.
"One last one?"
"Aye, cap'n." Asohi called out. I had to smile, for such a young girl she sure had spirit.
We throttled up and sped in when 3 bogeys swung up from behind it. 2 more A Wings and another Nova. I slammed down the decel and turned tail to them.
I keyedin the calculations for our navi-comp. There was no glory to be had in dying tonight.
"Keep the shields up, Cas. We're getting out of here."
The ship shook with near misses. 10 seconds. The shields dropped and klaxons blared. Come on, baby, don't fail me! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I heaved a sigh of relief as the stars stretched. We may have been repelled, sure. But at the end of the day we cost the Rebellion dearly. They lost 3 Corvettes, two aces, and a Nova and her crew. All in all I say it was a successful night. I'm sure the Rebels will tout their victory by repelling us but I'll be the one with the last laugh. Their gloating will secure the fact that I am no Rebel.
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 12-20-2004 09:39 AM
Mitsyt-Ivo
Mon Dec 20, 2004 12:57 pm
#16
Lol your such a great story teller... lol...
I can see it now, your about 80 years old and you're citing the tales of the Flare to you grandchildren. Just as you finish one they say "Tell us another one grampy!" lol. Of course you are senile and beleive that it was all real and that you really were the captain of a YT-1300 transport and that you really did Destroy a Star Destroyer and wooped up on some rebels. But hey, your grandkids are only like 3, they don't know the difference! lol, I am just glad I could be in these stories with you cap'n, may we have many to come. And just so you know: We love you hest!!!
I can see it now, your about 80 years old and you're citing the tales of the Flare to you grandchildren. Just as you finish one they say "Tell us another one grampy!" lol. Of course you are senile and beleive that it was all real and that you really were the captain of a YT-1300 transport and that you really did Destroy a Star Destroyer and wooped up on some rebels. But hey, your grandkids are only like 3, they don't know the difference! lol, I am just glad I could be in these stories with you cap'n, may we have many to come. And just so you know: We love you hest!!!
Mitsyt-Ivo
Tue Dec 28, 2004 10:40 am
#18
Hey, As here... we need to get up there and make another one of these stories 
... Maybe, the vette or something... lol. New experiences are always good.
... Maybe, the vette or something... lol. New experiences are always good.
KyrYxus
Tue Dec 28, 2004 11:05 am
#19
Soon enough. I think our next update will be the tale of our first MAJOR battle.
KyrYxus
Mon Jan 03, 2005 10:07 am
#21
Many changes have taken place. The members of Innate Depravity have steadily grown in numbers, Hebeu has gotten his own ship from the Alliance, a Nova, that he was allowed to christen the Crimson Defender, I heartily approve. He deserved it, he has the skills needed to run a crew effeciently. Hester went with him to crew for his ship and us in the Flare, we went to war.
You see the Black Sun and me go way back to before the space lanes were closed for a year. I'm talking way back here. You see back when Black Sun was an organization that most were afraid to talk about in more than whispers in the back of Mos Eisley Cantina, I was standing outside of Coronet Starport calling them the bantha fodder that they are. They would show up at the most inopportune times during my little trysts with freighters hauling glitterstim. I'd disable the ship I'd initiate docking when all of a sudden a flight of Ixyien would appear out of nowhere and get themselves killed, I'd take the load of spice and make myself a bundle. It was a nice little job but soon they became a headache. Soon they'd send their aces, they'd send Rihkxyrks, they'd send 12 fighters at a time. They cost me a bundle in repair bills over the years, I cost them a fortune in new ships and pilots.
When the space lanes were shut down and the Flare was impounded by the Empire for the past Coruscanti year and change the Black Sun were, for whatever reason, allowed by old Palpy to continue to ply their trade on the space lanes, they were allowed to grow in numbers, if not in skill. They turned into a hive of Mon Calimarian Cockaroaches, growing into a networkbig enough to rival that of Jabba's and his Hutts if not the Empire itself. I saw this as a grand opportunity for me and my crew to make a small fortune in salvage.
We began organizing raids on their fighter wings with some nice intel from an anonymous rebel holed up on Lok (what can I say, Heb tends to play his cards close to his chest) and with the intel provided to us by Diness Imler of the RSF. It's amazing the kind of information a few creds can get you. We soon had intel on their training grounds for their Ace program. Rumor had it that several pilots in the galaxy had made raids on these circuits and actually found the real thing, a Black Sun Ace, not just some mid level wanna be trying to hack their way through the program. Only a few people had managed to pull the only proof possible from the wreckage, a Black Sun Ace helmet. I just feel sorry that they would have to clean it out.
That helmet became our goal. We would have one hanging on the wall of the little museum Ping'g, my Zabrak brother in arms and co-founder of -I-D-, runs; Galactic Wonders.
To date we have killed thousands of Black Sun wanna be's without the fortune of running across one of these gems but rest assured, anyone who may one day come across this journal of mine, that once we find one the story will be related to you in full glory. On a related note I hear that the mysterious Falleen leader of the Sun has placed a mark on my head of 500k. I guess they are starting to take notice of the Flare and her crew...
KyrYxus
Mon Jan 03, 2005 10:27 am
#22
Many changes have taken place. The members of Innate Depravity have steadily grown in numbers, Hebeu has gotten his own ship from the Alliance, a Nova, that he was allowed to christen the Crimson Defender, I heartily approve. He deserved it, he has the skills needed to run a crew effeciently. Hester went with him to crew for his ship and us in the Flare, we went to war.
You see the Black Sun and me go way back to before the space lanes were closed for a year. I'm talking way back here. You see back when Black Sun was an organization that most were afraid to talk about in more than whispers in the back of Mos Eisley Cantina, I was standing outside of Coronet Starport calling them the bantha fodder that they are. They would show up at the most inopportune times during my little trysts with freighters hauling glitterstim. I'd disable the ship I'd initiate docking when all of a sudden a flight of Ixyien would appear out of nowhere and get themselves killed, I'd take the load of spice and make myself a bundle. It was a nice little job but soon they became a headache. Soon they'd send their aces, they'd send Rihkxyrks, they'd send 12 fighters at a time. They cost me a bundle in repair bills over the years, I cost them a fortune in new ships and pilots.
When the space lanes were shut down and the Flare was impounded by the Empire for the past Coruscanti year and change the Black Sun were, for whatever reason, allowed by old Palpy to continue to ply their trade on the space lanes, they were allowed to grow in numbers, if not in skill. They turned into a hive of Mon Calimarian Cockaroaches, growing into a networkbig enough to rival that of Jabba's and his Hutts if not the Empire itself. I saw this as a grand opportunity for me and my crew to make a small fortune in salvage.
We began organizing raids on their fighter wings with some nice intel from an anonymous rebel holed up on Lok (what can I say, Heb tends to play his cards close to his chest) and with the intel provided to us by Diness Imler of the RSF. It's amazing the kind of information a few creds can get you. We soon had intel on their training grounds for their Ace program. Rumor had it that several pilots in the galaxy had made raids on these circuits and actually found the real thing, a Black Sun Ace, not just some mid level wanna be trying to hack their way through the program. Only a few people had managed to pull the only proof possible from the wreckage, a Black Sun Ace helmet. I just feel sorry that they would have to clean it out.
That helmet became our goal. We would have one hanging on the wall of the little museum Ping'g, my Zabrak brother in arms and co-founder of -I-D-, runs; Galactic Wonders.
To date we have killed thousands of Black Sun wanna be's without the fortune of running across one of these gems but rest assured, anyone who may one day come across this journal of mine, that once we find one the story will be related to you in full glory. On a related note I hear that the mysterious Falleen leader of the Sun has placed a mark on my head of 500k. I guess they are starting to take notice of the Flare and her crew...
NoVaRydr
Tue Jan 04, 2005 1:42 am
#23
Cap'n Kyr'Yxus, it was a pure pleasure flying with you on that mission!I wasn't all too sure we were going to make it there for a while but then, just when I thought we about to becomespace dust,that Star Destroyerexplodes in flames!
I'll flywithInnate Depravityon the Crimson Flare anytime you need me, Sir. There's no better ship in the galaxy.
Grey
Petty Officer
VortexSpace Wing
Message Edited by NoVaRydr on 01-03-2005 12:50 PM
NoVaRydr
Tue Jan 04, 2005 1:56 am
#24
Cap'n Kyr'Yxus, it was a pure pleasure flying with you on that mission!I wasn't all too sure we were going to make it there for a while but then, just when I thought we about to becomespace dust,that Star Destroyerexplodes in flames!
I'll flywithInnate Depravityon the Crimson Flare anytime you need me, Sir. There's no better ship, or crew, in the galaxy.
Grey
Petty Officer
VortexSpace Wing
KyrYxus
Sat Jan 08, 2005 1:13 pm
#25
Tonight we were out to run training drills, not really expecting any action. My hands were dancing, the intel for tomorrow's battle was nestled into my mind like a rylothian ear wig. I couldn't think of anything else. I guess that was why the Black Sun were able to catch us off guard. It started as a lone fighter then 2 then more. Aces, and sub aces all.
Most people would have fled from such overwhelming numbers when in a modified freighter. Not us. Not the Crimson Flare. We hit our battle stations. The reactions of the crew tonight (Casandra, Hester, and Tiberion) were quicker than a Krayt on the hunt. They knew their jobs. Hester and Tibs in the guns, Cas by my side. We made quick work of the early ships but soon we had 5, or 6, or 7 aces on us at a time. The Black Sun had decided to get serious about offing me. They must have had too many Jawa Beer's though because they didn't take into account that I am Kyr'Yxus Eloc, Captain of the Crimson Flare. And I had my crew with me. The best of the best.
What seemed like tense hours later the waves of fighters stopped coming, amazingly they had never penetrated our armor and therefore we had no plasma leaks. We sent our probes out to pull in loot... a few thousand credit chips, some odds and ends... but not the Prize, not the helmet. I was about to call it a night when my comm beeped. There was still one probe out there. I sent the signal andcalled it back in.
It carried it in its clutches. Our helmet. After so many hours, we had our trophy!
KyrYxus
Sat Jan 08, 2005 1:14 pm
#26
Tonight we were out to run training drills, not really expecting any action. My hands were dancing, the intel for tomorrow's battle was nestled into my mind like a rylothian ear wig. I couldn't think of anything else. I guess that was why the Black Sun were able to catch us off guard. It started as a lone fighter then 2 then more. Aces, and sub aces all.
Most people would have fled from such overwhelming numbers when in a modified freighter. Not us. Not the Crimson Flare. We hit our battle stations. The reactions of the crew tonight (Casandra, Hester, and Tiberion) were quicker than a Krayt on the hunt. They knew their jobs. Hester and Tibs in the guns, Cas by my side. We made quick work of the early ships but soon we had 5, or 6, or 7 aces on us at a time. The Black Sun had decided to get serious about offing me. They must have had too many Jawa Beer's though because they didn't take into account that I am Kyr'Yxus Eloc, Captain of the Crimson Flare. And I had my crew with me. The best of the best.
What seemed like tense hours later the waves of fighters stopped coming, amazingly they had never penetrated our armor and therefore we had no plasma leaks. We sent our probes out to pull in loot... a few thousand credit chips, some odds and ends... but not the Prize, not the helmet. I was about to call it a night when my comm beeped. There was still one probe out there. I sent the signal andcalled it back in.
It carried it in its clutches. Our helmet. After so many hours, we had our trophy!