Faction Fly Together, Fall Together, Fun Together [Striker Squadron]

[54789]

Alison raised an eyebrow when she read the sign that said Rojuhr Pouihl was banned from the game. She wondered idly what he did, but decided it was better not to ask.

Then Susanoo Tsukuyomi surprised her with a gift. She smiled awkwardly, feeling bad she hadn't gotten the woman anything in return.

"Wow.. thank you."

She took her seat at the table and waited while Nash explained the rules. Turtle looked like he was trying to commit every word to memory and Alison chuckled. She totally shipped that bromance.

 

[Devin Virell]

Michael Angellus Alison Sky Susanoo Tsukuyomi Rojuhr Pouihl Nash Tavros
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Devin listened to the exchange. Most days, he wasn’t really the type to wait for an answer. He kept himself a step behind as they crossed the rec room, rather than making it seem like he was leading outright.

Cards began snapping, and Nash’s voice was carrying. Dangerous in a charming way. Just like he did at any table, he clocked the table right away. The spacing, posture.. everything.

At the new table, he rested an elbow like he’d always belonged there.

“Nash. I’m poaching one of ours. Try not to take it personally.”

A glance sideways at Michael. “He’s got beginner’s luck. Figured I’d expose him to something with fewer.. creative interpretations of the rules.”

“See?” he murmured. “Told you we’d upgrade the vibes. You don’t owe anyone anything you don’t understand. You don’t match a bet unless you’re comfortable losing it. Anddd if anything feels off..” a quick glance at Nash, “..you should probably ask”

Kessel Sabacc sounded perfect. Anything variation of it, really.

“Alright. Deal me in. Let’s see who’s bluffing tonight.”

​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #6971(heh, kidding again!)
Location: – Hidden Alliance Base
Assigned Craft: My X-wing Normally, but we’re chillin’ in the Rec Room.
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Relieved
Background Noise: Everyone having fun.

Alright, this should be fun. I have to say that it actually feels good to actually have friends. Ones I can count on. Acier Moonbound and I are “bros” to be sure, but haven’t seen hyde nor hair in months. I hope he’s okay.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: He’s probably doing something for his Mando buddies. He’s a tough kid..]

Look at you, being all reassuring and nice.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: Sucks, doesn’t it?]

Anyway, I just looked around at everyone. It’s weird, but I actually feel like I belong here. Haven’t felt that way about anything since Dad died.

“Wwoo.” [Translation: Can a droid get diabetes?]

There’s the BRED I know! Haha, that was actually funny.

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Finally! I’m appreciated!]

Hey!

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: What?]

Alright, deal me in.

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Finally! Game on!]


– Michael A.
Which card is which again?

TAG: Alison Sky, Devin Virell , Susanoo Tsukuyomi , Supisy Blen

This is where he is speaking

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

You know what? Deal me in. I just won’t collect wh… if I win.

What’s a little smacktalk in a friendly game, right?

One of the reasons that the Acting Air Boss was a little reluctant to join, was because he was looking around for squadron commanders. He met two of them already, but was looking for Kayla Luspark . She did not look to be here, but that was okay. She flew with him and Liram back in the “Silver” days, and he knew what she was capable of, and what type of leader she would make.

They needed camaraderie now more than ever. This was pretty well funded for a small operation, but it was still a SMALL operation. They were not prepared for open warfare, which meant that they needed guerilla tactics, which REQUIRED teamwork. They needed to know each other, in and out of the “box”.

I might have to step up here.

TAG- Devin Virell , Alison Sky, Nash Tavros , Susanoo Tsukuyomi , Supisy Blen

 

[Nash Tavros]

THE SABACC TABLE
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Nash watched as they bellied up to the table, dark eyes scanning them as they came. Not sharks -- well, maybe Rojuhr was, Nash couldn't say -- but probably not guppies -- well, maybe Michael was. Manic pixie dream boy over here. The broTP. The man, the myth, the dude who got bullied by an astromech. Yeah, if anyone was a guppy...

"OK, OK, OK," he said. He held out the red deck to Michael and invited him to cut it, and when he did he shuffled them again. Did the same with the gold deck to Devin. Just so everyone knew Nash wasn't cheating. Not that he would. That would take the fun out of it, right?

He dealt everyone a red card and then dealt everyone a gold card and set the card decks in front of him. He looked at his cards. A red 3 and a gold 2, working out to a -1. Not too shabby. Eyebrows lifting, he settled back against the banquette and folded his arms, letting his knee bounce.

Let 'em think he was anxious. Or an alcoholic, trembling at the notion of losing his drink rations.

Rojuhr Pouihl | Michael Angellus | Devin Virell | Alison Sky
Susanoo Tsukuyomi | Supisy Blen​

 

[Susanoo Tsukuyomi]

Michael Angellus Rojuhr Pouihl Alison Sky Devin Virell Nash Tavros Supisy Blen

She looked down as Alison and gave a nod. "Good, enjoy. Tarno and Brady will be in the gym in the morning for second flights regiment. We are going to put some muscle and meat on those bones of yours." She said it and looked down as she moved to a seat with the zeltron and lirren who had card. One table was good but it also meant longer rounds... she also preferred the stakes to be much different. "The empress is also sending something important. She had hher engineers work on upgrades and Miyoung says the new hull she wants you to try is out of this galaxy."

 

[54789]

"Good, enjoy. Tarno and Brady will be in the gym in the morning for second flights regiment. We are going to put some muscle and meat on those bones of yours."

Alison didn't like the sound of, that, mostly because it sounded like an exhausting work out regime and she always found herself bored when she was working out. The ship did all the work anyway so why did she have to get strong? She sighed and nodded, knowing there was no escaping it. It was part of the gig, even if it was boring.

She focused on her cards, noting at once that she had a gold six and a red 1. Ugh!

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #6971(heh, kidding again!)
Location: – Hidden Alliance Base
Assigned Craft: My X-wing Normally, but we’re chillin’ in the Rec Room.
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Relieved
Background Noise: Everyone having fun.

So, I got dealt in… I guess I have a cool hand? A Red 1 and a Gold 3? I guess?

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Just watch your man crush… he’s looking like he’s playing us.]

He’s not my “man crush”!

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: He’s not? Who is?]

I walked into that, didn’t I?

“Wwoo.” [Translation: Yeah, there are fleeting moments when I amaze even myself.]

How arrogant are you? Haha?

“Chrrp.” [Translation: I am the greatest.]

Ugh.

Alright, so, is a Gold 1, and a Red 1 good?.

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Those weren’t your cards.]

I never said they were.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Youuuuu Aaak Dog!]


– Michael A.
Which card is which again?

TAG: Alison Sky, Devin Virell , Susanoo Tsukuyomi , Supisy Blen

This is where he is speaking

 

[Lyra Ventor]

The rec room sat deep in the bones of the hidden Alliance base on Odesen, far from the echoing hangars and the hum of shield generators. Here, the durasteel walls were softer with scuffed couches dragged together into uneven clusters, a battered dejarik table humming in the corner, the low glow of holo-panels casting lazy light across the room. Someone had dimmed the overheads to "comfortable," which in Striker Squadron terms meant almost cozy.

Pilots lounged wherever there was space: boots up on tables, jackets tossed over chair backs, helmets abandoned like shed skins. The smell of caf—real caf, somehow—mixed with recycled air and whatever someone had smuggled in from the mess hall. Laughter rose and fell in bursts as stories traded hands: near-misses in asteroid fields. These improbable shots somehow hit, the eternal debate over which starfighter handled like a dream and which one actively hated its pilot.

At the dejarik table, a game was already underway, pieces flickering as someone loudly accused someone else of cheating. Nearby, a couple of Strikers nursed drinks and argued over callsigns, insisting theirs had a story and not an embarrassing origin involving a bad landing and a worse audience. Others just sat back, boots crossed, listening, just content to let the noise wash over them after days of tension and silence in the cockpit.

For once, there were no alarms. No scrambled launch orders. No incoming fire was lighting up sensor boards. Just the rare quiet between fights, where wingmates became friends and friends became something closer to family.

Striker Squadron was off the clock.

And for now, the galaxy could wait.

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

His hand was garbage, two gold 4s, but he could bluff with the best of them, so, he did… for fun.

Let’s do this… The only real competition at this table was Nash and maybe Devin, though Devin looks more like a player in a more “intimate” setting with the opposite sex. Anyway, Rojuhr was looking around the room as he waited, then he saw someone he was waiting for. Putting his cards down face down the Air Boss stood and waved.

”Halo”... come on over… grab a seat… everyone this is Flight Officer Lyra Ventor. She’s been over with cells operating out of Cathar (The Wild Space Rebellion).


TAG- Devin Virell , Alison Sky, Nash Tavros , Susanoo Tsukuyomi , Supisy Blen , Lyra Ventor

 

[Devin Virell]

Michael Angellus Alison Sky Susanoo Tsukuyomi Rojuhr Pouihl Nash Tavros Lyra Ventor
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Eventually he looked down at his own cards. The colors alone began sparking memory with glowing cockpits and infamous warning hues, like his brain had learned to translate color into urgency. The numbers registered. Nothing amazing, but not terrible either.

"Alright. I've flown at worse odds than this."

He swept the table once, a quick little scan of the other, then glanced toward Michael, who was muttering something to his droid. Devin only caught the tail end of it.. but whatever came back sounded smug as hell. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

Leaning in, Devin murmured, “Easy, buddy. This isn’t a dogfight.”

A breath slipped out through his nose as his eyes returned to the cards. “Rule of thumb,” he continued, almost to himself. “If you’re confused, you’re doing it right.” One corner of the pilot's mouth twitched. “Means you haven’t lost anything yet.”

Then, his thoughts took a wrong turn.

Confusing everyone felt like a responsible choice.

“Anyway, long story short.. never trust a slicer who tips well or a club that smells expensive. Definitely don't pretend the dancers aren’t doing math.”

A casual shrug followed. “I ignored all of that once. Still owe a Twi’lek an apology and about fifty credits.”

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra paused mid-step when her callsign hit the air, the sound of it still strange in someone else's voice. Halo. Right. Guess it was real now.

She angled toward the table Rojuhr waved from, one hand lifting in a half-salute, half-wave as a few sets of eyes finally settled on her. Cathar got a couple of looks—curious, measuring—but nothing sharp. Good. She could work with that.

"Flight Officer makes it sound way more official than it feels," she said lightly as she reached the table, pulling out an empty chair with her boot and dropping into it backward before turning around properly. Comfortable. Like she belonged there—even if she was still convincing herself.

Her gaze flicked briefly over the cards, then back up to Rojuhr, a corner of her mouth lifting.

"I'm Lyra," she added, as if the introduction hadn't already been made. "Halo if you're yelling over comms. Or if I do something stupid and memorable. Dealer's choice."

The rambling story earned a soft huff of laughter from her, genuine, shoulders loosening as she listened. She leaned an elbow on the table, chin resting briefly in her palm.

"For what it's worth," she said, voice easy, "any place that smells expensive is lying to you. Same goes for pilots who swear they never crash and anyone who says hyperspace routes are 'intuitive.'"

Her eyes flicked down to the cards again, then back up, blue and sharp but amused.

"And if the dancers are doing math?" She shrugged. "You're already behind. Cut your losses or tip better."

A beat—then a glance around the table, measuring the vibe, the people, the room.

"So," she finished, relaxed now, like she'd slid naturally into orbit, "who's losing credits first, and how bad should I feel about enjoying it?"
Devin Virell Rojuhr Pouihl Michael Angellus Alison Sky Susanoo Tsukuyomi Nash Tavros

 

[54789]

Everyone was checking their cards and starting the traditional trash talk as the game got underway. Alison was about to ask about a rule when her comm link rang. She checked the id and groaned. Her mother.

“Sorry guys I gotta take this. Don’t beat Mikey too bad!” She reached over and ruffled Turtles hair as she got up from the table and headed for the hall.

“Hi mom…. Yea sorry I meant to call you back…”

Her voice muffled and was soon overtaken by the ruckus of the recreation room.

Thread Exit​

((Sorry everyone. Between being sick and prep for the new semester I need a small break. Be back soon! ))

 

[Susanoo Tsukuyomi]

Michael Angellus Rojuhr Pouihl Alison Sky Devin Virell Nash Tavros Supisy Blen
Lyra Ventor

"Have fun." Susanoo said it as Alison was leaving and there is a new person that she acknowledged. The liran and zeltron pilots were there with her as the three of them took up the majority of the table with their sheer size. The gift bottles ready and off to the side with a look for everyone else. They were moving the cards for it as she leaned back in her seat and watched the other two. "When there is a chance, I'll have to introduce the two of you to Commander Unchou. She has been overseeing some of the naval forces for Atrisia on the mobile base and developed other stuff she wishes tested out." She got nods from them as the pair grinned but interested was peaked.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #6971(heh, kidding again!)
Location: – Hidden Alliance Base
Assigned Craft: My X-wing Normally, but we’re chillin’ in the Rec Room.
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Relieved
Background Noise: Everyone having fun.

Another girl pilot. Wow.
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Oh, here we go. Another fantasy in the gym? Or will it be the beach this time?]


I don’t think I’m her type. She’s cute… but…

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: I give it ‘til tomorrow… and you’ll be drooling…]


Yeah, probably…


“Wwoo.” [Translation: What the? You agreed? That’s no fun!]


What’s with the other blonde? Alison? That’s what I wanna know. Frellin’ Flake…

That’s not my name!

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Play your cards.]


I have a good hand… I think….



– Michael A.
Which card is which again?

TAG: Alison Sky, Devin Virell , Susanoo Tsukuyomi , Supisy Blen

This is where he is speaking

 

[Supisy Blen]

Objective: R & R
Location: Hidden Base
Outfit: Casual clothing
Tags: Michael Angellus | Susanoo Tsukuyomi | Nash Tavros | Alison Sky | Devin Virell

Supisy sauntered into the rec room. Others in Striker Squadron had mentioned spending some downtime there. She was later than the rest because she had been on a call with one of her handmaidens getting an update on the status of her estate on Atrisia. It seemed that there was some minor damage done, but the island had not been the center of the fighting. Supisy's maintenance folks felt they would be able to have things back to normal in no time at all. Plus she usually made it a habit of being fashionably late.

The green Twi'lek was still thinking of home when she entered the rec room. Worry wasn't something that took Supisy very often. And she wasn't sure if it was worry, or missing her household staff, Princess Junko, Latty and the others she had become close to on Atrisia. Supisy never really thought she would have a home. So the feeling of homesickness was a surprise to say the least.

As Supisy entered the rec room she was a bit disappointed that Alison was on her way out. Supisy had flown several missions with the squad. But she still wasn't feeling quite as close to them as she had others she had teamed with in her lifetime. Even her WSO Aelara-9 didn't have the same feel as working with Latty. It was a distinct possibility though that Supisy and Latty shared a bond that would never be repeated in her life. Anyways, Supisy was about to say something to Alison when she noted the comm device and Supisy just decided to find the others.

"Sorry for being late…as usual," Supisy called out as she found the rest of the squad gathered around a game of cards. Along with the familiar faces were two new ones. As she eyed up the Rojuhr Pouihl and Lyra Ventor , she walked up next to Susanoo. "Who's winning? What's the game? And most importantly what're the stakes?"

 

[Lyra Ventor]

Lyra had just settled into the edge of the table, one hip leaning against it in a way that suggested she wasn't entirely sure she belonged there yet, when the new voice cut through the overlapping chatter. She looked up instinctively, blue eyes tracking the green Twi'lek as she approached, taking in the easy confidence, the practiced poise, the kind of presence that said I've been doing this longer than I look like I have.

For a heartbeat, Lyra just listened—absorbing tone, rhythm, intent—the way she did before trusting a new ship or a new wingmate.

Then she smiled.

Not wide. Not showy. Just open enough to be genuine.

"Pretty sure 'winning' is still theoretical at this point," Lyra said, her voice calm, lightly amused as her gaze flicked to the cards and then back to Supisy. "Lots of confidence, lots of trash talk, not a lot of confirmed math."

She straightened a little and offered a small nod, the kind pilots gave each other before learning callsigns.

"Lyra Ventor," she added easily. "New enough that I haven't figured out whether this game has rules or if everyone's just bluffing until someone caves."

Her eyes drifted briefly to the bottles set aside, then back to Supisy with a faint lift of her brow.

"As for the stakes," she continued, tone dry now, "I've heard everything from credits, to drinks, to someone owing flight favors they'll regret agreeing to later. Personally, I'm just here to see who cracks first."

There was a pause—comfortable, not awkward—as she shifted her weight and gestured subtly to the open space near her.

"You flying with Striker long?" Lyra asked, curiosity clear but unintrusive. "Because if so, I'm guessing you already know how this ends: someone swears they had a great hand, someone else swears the deck's cursed, and nobody actually leaves the table unhappy."

Her smile tilted just a fraction more then, relaxed, grounded.

"Also," she added, glancing once toward the door Alison had just exited through, "you didn't miss much. Just timing. Which, apparently, is a squad tradition."
Supisy Blen Michael Angellus Susanoo Tsukuyomi Alison Sky Devin Virell Rojuhr Pouihl