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Dominating the Skies

Alleycat

OCC Account - MTFBWYA
Daska Tess, Commanding Officer of the 181st Saber Squadron, stood at the large transparisteel viewing window of the observation deck of the Vindicator's main hangar bay. With the elite TIE pilot's helmet tucked under her left arm and black gauntlet gloves in her opposite hand, the flight suit-clad Captain peered out over the busy hangar below. The First Order ran an efficient operation; precision performance the minimal requirement of all personnel working at their optimal level from the lowliest hangar techs to the flight deck duty officer. It was a masterful ballet to watch, if you will.

On a row of ship racks to the side were twelve newly minted TIE fighters especially designed and produced for the 181st TIE fighter wing. These were the first off the assembly line. The space superior starfighter model was based off the TIE/D Defender of old and called the TIE/FO-D1 or otherwise known as the TIE Dominator. It was a beauty and was adorned with the 181st feared red bloodstripes.

The pilot module was similar to those found in the other TIE series fighters with a ball cockpit and a hatch on the top for entry and egress with only room for one pilot. Like previous TIE models, the TIE Dominator lacked life support systems so pilots were required to wear the standard sealed TIE pilot flight suit that had a removable armored chest and back plate with a life support unit on the front attached to the helmet with a single hose.

The TIE Dominator had four alusteel solar array wings mounted around the durasteel aft section. It looked like a bird of prey with claws soaring menacingly towards its intended target. The ship had shields and was hyperdrive-capable, which was essential for the elite squadron known as "Kalast's Swords" to work independently of the First Order's capital ships. The weapon's systems were designed to allow the space superior craft to engage multiple enemy fighters as well as the armed freighters used by the Galactic Alliance and the like. It had powerful lasers canons and ion canons along with two projectile launcher pods, which was a new feature in the TIE series fighter for them. All much needed improvements over their previous fighters though were a little less maneuverable, but still fast with the time tested Imperial engineered twin ion engines.

The shift in air as the hatch door was opened and closed to the observation deck, and the familiar scent of [member="Carten Flaa"], the Executive Officer of Saber Squadorn, brought Tess out of her musings. She'd noticed lately the man was wearing more cologne, which corresponded with his recent R & R. Her wing mate hadn't shared yet what had occurred, but something had as his bouts of heavy drinking seemed to decrease upon his return to duty and he was generally in a better mood. It usually meant one thing, but the sister he'd never had would wait for him to share the news. Good for him as long as it didn't affect his performance. Taking the eye off the ball killed a pilot, elite or not.

"Captain Flaa… Are the Sabers prepped and ready to deploy on this training mission with the new fighters?"

[member="Pitar Brounake"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"]
 
:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Moderator
Carten followed his CO into the observation area, well, arrived after her was more like it. He'd just gotten of a holocall with the woman he was secretly seeing, secretly meaning he wasn't advertising that he was in a relationship. The last thing he needed was the other pilots to get after him about what he was doing in his own time when he majored on the no fraternizing speeches. He didn't want his pilots sleeping together, plain and simple. Relationships among the squadron would only cloud the judgement of the mission, and they did not need to be emotionally compromised. If they wanted to get their giggles, they could do that with civilians, and not his time.

He was dressed in his flright suit, helmet under his left arm as well. The postion was natural as it had been drilled into him at the academy when he finally applied. A squadron of protypes were being tested, and there was always a little bit of danger with it. One never knew if anything was going to go wrong. The two Captain's were alone on the deck for a moment, and he could almost feel her smile when he walked up. Of course she kept her game face on, but Carten knew underneath his good friend, almost sister really, was happy to see him. She was the only one who knew something was going on, but only because she knew him so well. They hadn't had a chance to talk, besides he wanted to know what was up with that Ren who kept taking her out on missions when there were other capable pilots.

"They are finishing up, yes. They've been briefed on the nature of the exercise, and are eager to try out these knew ships. We've been getting a lot of fresh blood lately, and while I think this will help them understand what our expectation of elite is, they need more time in the sims. I can whip their bodies into shape, but I can't always cover their sixes out there."

Carten knew he had to give everyone a chance, but there was a lot of hand holding lately. Eriadu had been costly for Delta Squadron, since renamed the 181st. The force user squadron they had to face did not make things easy for them. The illusions they faced in the battle had not been shaken off by them all. In fact, Carten was thinking he might want to get Daska to take advantage of the budding relationship with that Ren to make sure the other pilots knew how to steel their minds against force users.

"Regardless, they will be here in five minutes. I told them to give me a chance to run through the assignements with you first. I wasn't sure if you wanted to change up flying order or not? That is the only thing keeping us from loading up right now."

[member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Pitar Brounake"] | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"]
 
The first thing Lt. Nuru saw as she approached the observation deck were the fighters. The TIE Dominators, as they were called, were a sight to behold. Sleek alusteel, durasteel, and transperisteel gleamed in ominous shades of grey. The wicked red slashes on the wings, designed a signifier for the 181st Squadron, were a nice compliment to Sylvia’s own call sign - Red Devil. As with most pilot’s call signs, Sylvia’s was gained after a night of mischief and dares from her fellow pilots. The girl could not have been more straight laced, but you had to earn that call sign somehow, and mostly it was done through bravery, chicanery, or even a mistake made in earnest. She blushed just remembering the night, and with her pale, lightly freckled skin, any type of reddening would be difficult to miss. Perhaps she would be able to share her story with her fellow pilots someday, but now is not the time to be thinking back on such things, Sylvia, she chided herself.

The second thing she noticed were the two Captains. There was an easiness about them, an enviable closeness - unlike her and the other new recruits who awkwardly stood around silently judging each other the way you do with a new group of strangers you are thrown together with. Maybe someday she would eventually bond with Lt. Brounake and Lt. Fortan. But she was never going to be the elite pilot she longed to be if she spent her days thinking of boys and not applying herself.

Similarly garbed as her superiors, her red curls swept upwards in an untidy bun to make room for the helmet, she acknowledged them with a curt nod and said, “Captain Tess, Captain Flaa.” A pause and then:

“What time do we depart?”

[member="Daska Tess"] [member="Carten Flaa"]
 

Aedelgar Krakengard

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[member="Daska Tess"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Carten Flaa"]

Aboard the Vindicator's main viewing command bridge, Rear-Admiral Kliken, watched the preliminary TIE/FO fighters move about in standard trio approach vectors. Groups of three streaked across the view ports beyond the transperasteel. The thin and boney structure of the grim faced naval officer turned to his newest second, Aedelgar. Aedelgar was much older and a remnant of a remnant. The last of the few Bastion Imperials who survive the Imperial Remnant's absorption into the Old Sith Empire and then the Empire's collapse. It was either the First Order or the One Sith, and his intestines did loops just thinking about it. Aedelgar was pushing his mid-40s by now and decided that his life was spent - either Imperial destiny or death at this point. Catching the glimpse of his superior he turned and addressed the Rear-Admiral's gaze with a nod.

Kilken cracked a short grin before it vanished behind a bent military frown, "Very well, Second-Lieutenant." Then the Rear-Admiral turned to face the old man completely. "Routine technical demonstration and all that. Make sure to keep the Vindicator on its present vector. I shall retire to my quarters." he muttered. Aedelgar saluted and replied with a confident, "Aye sir."

Turning to his work he drooped his head to look down at a bridge pit officer. "Slow half forward to the helm, officer. We keep her nice and slow - while the 181st does target practice on a nearby asteroid debris field. Have them informed that the Vinidcator is on approach vectors to the field now." ​Aedelgar calmly commanded. He was a soft-spoken man, even in battle there was an unnatural calm. People often mistook that relaxed demeanor for laziness but they would be wrong. He was a cruel enforcer of protocol and rules. But, he had come to build a defensive wall of serenity, it eased the men and made his rule stronger. But, still some could not help be put off by his - sanguine attitudes.
 

Alleycat

OCC Account - MTFBWYA
"Excellent… I know. You are doing a good job getting them physically fit. Some of the pilots just don't understand yet the necessity of having the reserve to fight off the fatigue and strain of high G's of an elongated dogfight. All we can do is prepare them the best we can. They have to do the rest. And yes, more sim time I will require of each of them including us my friend until all the Sabers' scores are above 90 percent consistently. You and me though 95," Tess glanced over to [member="Carten Flaa"] with those steely blue eyes all knowingly.

The tall blonde looked back out the observation window. Daska hardly noticed Carten's jagged scar running from his left eye up into his hairline anymore. "Don't let me down, Captain. I'm depending on you to be there when it counts. My duties with the Ren take time away from the squadron and I need to know I can rely on you to see them through," said both in a professional and personal way. They both had secrets to hide and had found solace in each other's friendship; a brother-sister type even though initially there was some attraction. The dutiful Imperial officers they were saved them from going down that disastrous road.

"We will go with the current roster as it is set up. After deploying, we can mix up the pairings and trios as needed to see what works best," she replied to the XO, then donned her flight helmet with the two red bloodstripes painted on the front of it indicating her elite status as a TIE pilot. The breathing hose was connected next that ran from the life support unit on the chest plate to the helmet chin mount and initiated the seal with the familiar hiss sound as it did.

Turning around Tess noticed [member="Sylvia Nuru"] had arrived. The other female TIE pilot was raw, but had potential to be great.

<"Lieutenant,"> Tess nodded curtly, the voice modulator making her voice seem icier than it actually was intended, or not, then the CO answered. <"I was just going to have Captain Flaa give the two minute warning. That means we fly in one… and I have just been notified our target is coming up within range,"> and with that said Tess walked off the observation deck and made way to the nearby catwalk where 181-SS1 was awaiting her on the rack already pre-flighted.

[member="Aedelgar Krakengard"]
 
Walking into the hangar behind the Lieutenant, sort of early, this time. But that was besides the point, the TIE Dominators.. They were absolutely amazing. Pitar couldn't wait to get behind the Control of that... that... Beauty. But he didn't need to show that, for all he knew, he could be punished for it. He didn't have much experience with an Organization such as the First Order. But yet, as he walked into the hangar behind the other Lieutenant, [member="Sylvia Nuru"], he was actually surprised he arrived on time THIS time.

Listening to the Conversation, Pitar knew now that he wasn't Early. Still, he was excited for the Squadron's departure, and for his first Task as a pilot in this squadron. Nodding to both of his Captains, Pitar then went to go stand a few feet away from his newly assigned TIE. Watching it in awe, he grabbed his helmet and looked at it from the front. This was who he was now, a Pilot. And to what he believed of himself, he was one of the best. But getting too cocky could be his end. In fact, today could even be his end. Beginning to worry, Pitar turned and saw the rest of the pilots in the Squadron in one group, preparing to take off.

He sighed, putting his helmet on, and jogging over to the rest of the pilots in the Squadron. He counted... 181-SS1.. 181-SS2... 181-SS3... and before he knew it, the two minutes were over. Jogging to go stand by their new TIEs, the squadron was ready. Ready to dominate worlds, and the galaxy above. Now he just waited for the O.K. to enter his TIE.

[member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] |[member="Sylvia Nuru"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] |
 
skin, bone, and arrogance
Fortan was considering whether he had enough time for a quick smoke in the lounge, but thought better of it when he glanced at the wall chrono. No, he would barely have time to get the thing lit before he'd have to stub it out again. Giving one last longing look at the cigarette package in his hand, he sighed and then quickly stowed it in his locker before making a brisk walk for the door. As he moved through the corridors of the vessel, he did up the last few closures of his flight suit, awkwardly juggling his helmet under a bowed arm as he did. But by the time he arrived with the others, he was shipshape and Bristol fashion, as the ancient saying went.

Upon joining the Squadron, he snapped a sharp salute to the Ice Princess -- Captain Tess to Pierce -- and Captain Flaa. Pierce acknowledged his orders and donned his helmet, connected the life-support hose to its unit on his chestpiece, and followed instructions to take his place at 181-SS5. Dead last. He would try not to take that personally.

[member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] | [member="Pitar Brounake"] | [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"]
 
:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Moderator
"Not going to happen, Captain. When all this is done, remind me to buy our next round of drinks. I need to talk to you about something."

He left it at that because the rest of the squadron began to arrive one by one. He nodded to each as they came in, and gave the two minute warning. They all had one minute to get into their fighters. He scrambled to get into his own 181-SS2. The fit was lightly more comfortable than the TIE/FO, and Carten was pleased with that. He hit the comm to announce the orders.

< "Listen up Swords... the mission is simple. Fly out there manuver around the asteroids, and make a strafing run at the large one with beacon on it. We will pass twice, the first with lasers, the second we use our torpedoes. You'll be marked on how smooth you fly, and how accurate your shots are. From there the roster may adjust and flight positions changed. If you have any questions, you're not good enough to be here. Are we all understood on the objective."

Carten waited for the yes sirs.

"Alright then, we launch in three... two... one..."

[member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Pitar Brounake"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
 
Both Lt. Brounake and Lt. Fortan had arrived. The faint smell of cigarettes clung to one of them. Probably Pierce, mused Sylvia as she had glimpsed him sneaking around, disappearing for a few minutes at a time as smokers tended to do. Her eyes darted over to Captain Tess, but her body stayed military-straight. She gave each Lt. a nod in greeting, and as Lt. Fortan donned his helmet so did she, also hooking up her life support hose.

The two minute warning came, but Sylvia was more than ready. With practiced efficiency, she practically sprung into her 181-SS2. She listened to the instructions in her commlink and said, "Yes, sir."

And then they were off. The handling of the Dominator was much smoother than the basic TIE model, but after a couple of minute swerves, she straightened out and headed to the asteroid field, paying attention to where the other pilots were on her radar screen.

[member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Pitar Brounake"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Carten Flaa"]
 

Alleycat

OCC Account - MTFBWYA
[member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Pitar Brounake"]

<"Bay Control, this is 181-SS1. Flight is all green lights and ready for launch.">

Daska flicked the last set of switches and was rewarded with another battery of green status lights waking up on he overhead boards completely. Gloved hands touched the yoke control with nervous anticipation of what was to come. This was the hardest part… the process to get out there.

"Saber Leader, this is Bay Control. I confirm launch clearance. You may commence launch sequence.

<"Roger that. Saber Squadron commencing launch sequence. Clear skies!">

And with that, it was. Daska was pressed into her pilot seat when the tractor beam took hold of her bird and catapulted her forward, to be a half-second later by an additional kick of the fighter's afterburner by her hand. The hangar bay wall rushed past the blonde's front window with rapidly increasing speed, then there was that familiar crackle of the containment field and the noise of displaced air ceased as the blackness of space embraced her craft.

Easing back on the throttle, the Flight Captain leaned her newly acquired TIE/D-D1 into a long, sloping turn and watched the other Dominators being launched one after the other, falling into squadron formation behind her immediately. The new ship had performed well so far. Now to give it a real test.

< "Listen up Swords... the mission is simple. Fly out there manuver around the asteroids, and make a strafing run at the large one with beacon on it. We will pass twice, the first with lasers, the second we use our torpedoes. You'll be marked on how smooth you fly, and how accurate your shots are. From there the roster may adjust and flight positions changed. If you have any questions, you're not good enough to be here. Are we all understood on the objective.">

With all pilots affirming they understood, Tess issued her order.

< "Leave a fifteen second interval between you and the next fighter. We start on my mark. Three, two, one... Mark!">

Saber One held back and watched keenly as her XO took the rest of the squadron in on their first stage of the strafing run of the set up training asteroid. The CO wanted to see how her pilots faired both individually and as a unit flying together in their new shiny birds. The Captain had already had the honor to fly one of Dominators while it was first in limited production. She gave it a two thumbs up overall.

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OCC: Just a FYI when I write pilot dialogue (Mando too) with your helmet on and using internal comms, the < > around the outside of the quote indicates such. :)
 
As he took off in the new Fighter of his, he watched he others ahead of him take off. Falling into formation with the rest of the pilots, he was personally surprised with how well the new Dominator maneuvered. So as the Squadron filed into the Field they were quick with it. One by one, after the 15 Second interval. It was finally his turn... Flying in after SS2, he greatly maneuvered through the field. Average with the Lasers, but with practice he could be better. But the skills he had with Maneuvering were amazing, just absolutely amazing.

After finishing his round with the Lasers, he fell back into formation behind SS2. Watching and waiting for the rest of the squadron to complete their very simple tasks. As he sat, he checked the Status of his new Bird. Absolutely great, his whole squadron did well. Some maneuvered poorly, but made up with firing. Some did very poorly with Firing, but then again, some did GREAT with Maneuvering. After the rest of the pilots were done, they moved onto the next round, with the Torpedoes.

As the 15 second Interval began, the Squadron soared off! SS1, SS2, and then SS3, himself. He quickly maneuvered through the field, even better than last time now that he had the feel of the Dominator. He was done, well, with this for now. He fell back into the Squadron formation.

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As her own TIE dominator was launched out of the hangar, Sylvia listened to the Captain's orders. "Roger," was all she said when there was a pause for affirmation of the command. The dominator was wicked smooth and flew like a charm. Could the state-of-the-art TIE mask some of Lt. Nuru's piloting weaknesses? That remained to be seen. Even the most perfect ship could do so much with an imperfect pilot.

Following behind Lt. Brounake, she waited patiently for him to fire at the large asteroid, lasers first. At the exact fifteenth second, Sylvia also shot at the rock, but she barely touched it. Son of a Bantha, that was terrible, Nuru! Continuing to curse herself silently, she followed along with the formation of TIEs. Her flying was smooth at least. Hopefully she would be marked well for that, but the dominator was insanely easy to fly.

Her next bombing run went much better. After she unleashed the torpedo, she smashed the targeted asteroid nearly in half.

[member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Pierce Fortan III"] [member="Pitar Brounake"]
 
skin, bone, and arrogance
<"Roger, Saber Leader,"> Pierce affirmed into his helmet mic. He guided the Dominator through the asteroid field with the rest of the formation, carefully monitoring the movements of the asteroids in the field while splitting his attention to staying in formation. Smehow he managed.

He glanced at the chrono readout on his control panel and set a mental alarm so that exactly fifteen seconds after [member="Sylvia Nuru"] strafed the asteroid, he followed on, laser cannons spitting hot, hard light through the vacuum to impact on the surface of the target asteroid. His bolts hit about halfway between the middle of the asteroid and its edge, as it presented to them, but since he had not been given instructions to hit the bullseye, he felt it was a success.

The second round was even better, not only because Pierce felt more comfortable in his vessel, but because the young pilot got to see torpedoes explode, and despite being a grown man, a peer, and an adult with responsibilities, there was a certain part of him that remained a teenaged boy who like pretty girls, crass jokes, and explosions. He flipped the guard off his torpedo controls and glanced at the targeting computer. After a brief adjustment, he murmured hell yes to himself and activated the launch control. The torpedos fired, streaking towards the asteroid and impacting in a fiery display of military superiority.

[member="Carten Flaa"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Pitar Brounake"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"]
 

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