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Rieth
Psychodynamic
Sometimes Aivo
Maybe Natatha
SOO-E minion
Ex-Nectarine Special Griefing Unit
R.I.P, the most ballin spy team ever to roam Bria
See the refrigerator roar? Take a moment to focus on the source

Alliance A-wing Test Pilot, Captain Leaph Chausew
Large scale Space PvP Discussion in Logistics, Strategies and Tactics
Starsider Rebel PvP Pilots NEED TO SIGN UP HERE
The A-wing Pilot's Handbook
Captain Chausew's A-wing
It's peanut butter jelly time...(oh yes...)

Denmha Porter
Master Creature Handler/Master Bounty Hunter - CANCELLED
You can kill your game, but when you killed my pets you went too far.

Denmha - now a dwarf hunter in WoW.

IGN: Tevi
Server: Europe-Chimerea
Smuggler
Inquisition Ace

Captain on Valcyn

Read the sticky, or face the wall of flame

"Stay low," Halyn whispered, "but keep moving."

"Is that...?"

"Yeah."

An Imperial Lambda-class shuttle set down near the mostly buried wrecks of the two Z-95 Headhunters. Even before the shuttle had settled on its struts, the landing ramp dropped towards the sand, disgorging stormtroopers. In near-perfect precision, they fanned out, searching the crash site for any survivors or other evidence.

The two pilots, on the other hand, were six hundred meters out from the crash site and slowly moving away, staying low and using the sand dunes to obscure their profile from any watchful eyes. The heat, instantly springing up the instant the sandstorm cleared, shimmered off the sand, blinding any sensors. As long as we're careful, Halyn knew, we'll be alright. He looked down, finding his blaster in his hand. It took a conscious effort to return it to its holster and release the handgrip.

"So what are we going to do?" A'Lerris asked.

Hal shook his head. "Minimize movement during the day--it's too hot out, and we don't have water. I can make us a little trap to get some water, but we still don't want to do much during the day." He sighed. "I'd tell you to go surrender to the Imperials, but I suspect they're in it with the Zynt'aia."

"Why?" the security chief asked. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Sure it does," the Zabrak contradicted. "Why else would Prefect Tallmont refuse to help you with problems with a band of pirates? He must be profitting better by letting the Zynt'aia run loose."

"Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."

"Yeah." Halyn shrugged. "I think we're safe where we're at right now. Let's just stay put and keep an eye on the Imperials."

"How did you found the Zynt'aia?" A'Lerris asked suddenly. "You're only, what, twenty-six?"

"That was a sudden change in topic," the Rebel returned wryly. "And I'm only twenty-five."

"How?" she asked again.

Halyn shrugged. "I left Iridonia at fifteen on a freighter. Took me three years until I changed my name to Halyn Jessik. When I became Jessik, I told everyone I was much older, and very few people in the underworld knew who I was originally anyways. Besides, I didn't exactly create the Zynt'aia out of nothing."

"Out of what, then?"

"The Imperials were cracking down on a lot of pirate groups around that time. I picked up a lot of pieces--a lot of times onlya couple starfighters and a half-dozen pirates." He smiled. "We had just acquired that Warlord-class before I left the Zynt'aia. That was a piece of work, that ship." His smile broadened. "You'd be amazed at how much back-stabbing goes on in the underworld. One of the Hutt kajidics--the Hutt criminal cartels--was actually quietly slipping us credits and supplies to pick off some of the bigger groups' shipments."

"Let me get this straight--you were actually paid by spice smugglers to pick off other spice smugglers?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Of course, the smugglers didn't exactly know about it."

"Of course." A'Lerris shook her head. "There has to be more to it than that."

"There is," Halyn said dryly. "I gave you the, ah, short version. It was a lot more work than I made it sound, and there was a lot of luck involved, but that was the gist of it."

"How did you get started, anyways?"

The Zabrak's expression soured. "I was on a freighter that a group of pirates took off the line. They were in the process of boarding us when the Imperials attacked--two of those Decimator patrol ships and a group of Xg-1 Assault Gunboats. The ship the pirate's chief was on was destroyed on the initial pass--got caught in the crossfire between the two Decimators. Our command staff was dead from the pirate boarding party, so I took command of both groups--mostly because I took the comm and sounded like I knew what I was doing.

"We drove the Imperials off, and suddenly I found myself with a pitiful little group of pirates and a crippled smuggler ship that had about three crew left. Everyone felt they owed me their lives for saving them from the Imperials--and because, under my direction, we picked off three more freighters filled with spice in two days."

A'Lerris shook her head. "Then how'd you wind up with the Alliance?"

"That's a whole different story."

"We have time, don't we?"

Halyn shook his head. "I need to build a water trap, and we should both get some sleep so we can move after dark." He peaked over the dune again. "Imperials are staying in their standard three-hundred-meter search radius. That sandstorm wasa blessing in disguise--it blew everything away." He shook his head again, then turned and slid all the way down the dune.

Halyn Lance -- Rara Avis Flight School
Common sense is highly uncommon.
...has mastered the Pilot profession.
"I'll type this slowly so even Imperials can understand..."--Michael Stackpole, RS IRC

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ITF on Intrepid
I'd shoot a space bomb at SOE/LA but they are immune like the Reb Base.
Dragon Slayer II

IGN: Tevi
Server: Europe-Chimerea
Smuggler
Inquisition Ace

Captain on Valcyn

Read the sticky, or face the wall of flame

Xxion Intimidator

UPA Guild Leader,UPA Rogue 1

The difference between a fool and a hero is often one well placed shot

Offer all auction items to sohoo's vehicle vendor in the "all things built" tent
in the city of Elysium on Lok. Tent is in front of shuttle port.

Alliance A-wing Test Pilot, Captain Leaph Chausew
Large scale Space PvP Discussion in Logistics, Strategies and Tactics
Starsider Rebel PvP Pilots NEED TO SIGN UP HERE
The A-wing Pilot's Handbook
Captain Chausew's A-wing
It's peanut butter jelly time...(oh yes...)

Do the bumpty bump.

Abi Ocopaqui

Pre Nge: Master Bounty Hunter - Master Combat Medic - Pistoleer 4-0-0-0

Mayor - New Horizon, Rori


"Luck is merely an illusion, trusted by the ignorant and chased by the foolish." - Timothy Zahn

Three Mark-I Z-95 Headhunters cruised a mere two hundred meters above the prevelant sand of Tatooine.

"Rescue One to Rescue Flight, anyone picking anything up?" Elle called. When both the other pilots in the flight replied in the negative, she sighed. We can't lose A'Lerris and Halyn like this. She shook her head. Wish that damned astromech would've let me fly Hal's ship. That thing's way better than our Headhunters.

"One, this is Three. I've got some distant contacts. Zynt'aia Y-wings, from the looks of it. They're flying at an altitude of half a klick, two hundred kilometers southwest of our position. I'd guess they're sweeping for our downed pilots."

"Confirmed," Brien called. "I count at least a dozen contacts, spread out over a forty-kilometer radius."

"Let's ignore them for now," the Twi'lek flying as Rescue One ordered. "We won't engage until we have to."

"Two IRDs vectoring to intercept," Tarisa warned. "They're coming in from due north--only twenty kilometers out."

"How'd we miss them?"

"It looks like they were flying low and slow--maybe in some of the canyons in that direction. Forty seconds until engagement."

"We're in atmosphere," Elle said, smiling slightly. "This time, we have all the advantages. Lock your wings forward for maximum maneuverability."

The three Z-95s slowed as their wings swept forward. Elle's smile was grim, but confident. These guys are used to vaccuum. Those IRDs can't outmaneuver us in atmosphere, because these old Mark Is were designed with atmosphere in mind. They can't take the punishment we can, so the only thing they can do is run.

"Ten seconds," Brien called.

"They're breaking off!" Tarisa yelled. "Repeat, they are breaking off!"

"Confirmed," the Bothan pilot called. "They're vectoring west at full throttle. Let's chase 'em down."

"Take 'em," Elle confirmed. "Slide your wings back."

The three Headhunters accelerated after the rapidly retreating IRDs. The Corporate Sector Authority-built craft were just barely staying ahead of the Naleran snubfighters--tantalizingly close, but out of reach of the Headhunters' triple blasters. If only we had laser cannons instead of triple blasters, Elle cursed. Damned blasters have a shorter effective range.

The five snubfighters flashed across the landscape. The IRDs seemed unable to pull away, the Headhunters unable to close the gap.

They can't get away, Elle thought smugly. Which means...we've been played for suckers.

"Break off!" she called. "Repeat, break off!"

"Why?" Tarisa asked, still pursuing the IRDs.

"There's only two reasons they'd play with us like this," Elle said. "They're either leading us into a trap...or they're trying to distract us from our search."

The Bothan pilot swore fluently at the IRD pilots, his curses filling the comm channel.

"Two, please quiet down," Elle said with a slight smile. "Break off. These IRDs can't touch us, so let's go find our pilots."

The three Z-95s rolled as one up onto their starboard wings, then banked abruptly, heading back along their previous vector towards the search area. The IRDs, caught flat-footed, kept heading west for another good fifteen seconds before the pilots realized their plan had failed. Elle watched as the two IRDs broke off and headed north again.

Where could they have gone? she wondered. Two snubfighters and their pilots don't just disappear. The Twi'lek shook her head in frustration. I'm not even sure how much time we have. This is not a good situation. Dammit, Elle, think!

Halyn Lance -- Rara Avis Flight School
Common sense is highly uncommon.
...has mastered the Pilot profession.
"I'll type this slowly so even Imperials can understand..."--Michael Stackpole, RS IRC

woot for Deuce!

Pace Nebulon+Stealth+
...has mastered the Pilot profession
TIE Interceptor Guide to PvP
"Your generic TIE grunt is just plain suicidal. And the TIE Defender jockey is bloodthirsty. But the TIE Interceptor pilot, he's suicidal and bloodthirsty. When you see a squad of those maniacs flying your way, you'd better hope your hyperdrive is operational." - Kyle Katarn

Halyn Lance -- Rara Avis Flight School
Common sense is highly uncommon.
...has mastered the Pilot profession.
"I'll type this slowly so even Imperials can understand..."--Michael Stackpole, RS IRC