Joint Mission Tactics [Republic/Rebellion]

[Silara Varis]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] @Fydiel Darraq
[member="Sannika Brynn"]

Location: Kuat Airbase Alpha

Another day another dollar. The war's in the galaxy raged on and the men and women who fought them had to be in top condition to do so. In order to do that they needed practice. Today was another training day.

Silara rolled out of her bunk and zipped up her flightsuit, moving at a brisk walk to grab a cup of caf and dodging everyone in the hallways until she made it to the flight briefing room. She had two pilots to get up to speed with today.

One Republic and one Rebellion. She didn't mind having the Rebs in on her exercise as they were essentially for the same cause even if they had different enemies amidst the universe.

She was early, which was lucky shot for her. The blonde pilot sat down in a seat kicking her feet up on the desk waiting for her colleagues to arrive.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Was there a policy on being in two factions at the same time? Tugoro had not been a member of the Rebel Alliance for long, though he appreciated its goals and all of its willing freedom fighters. The boy could only hope he wouldnt get in trouble, as he walked along the looming corridors of Kuat's airbase. Dressed in his iconic Wraith Vapor Armor, Tugoro would make his way through the floating station, pausing briefly as he arrived outside of the door.

Had [member="Fydiel Darraq"] and [member="Sannika Brynn"] already arrived? Fydiel seemed like an alright guy, while Sannika really hadn't been judged by the Padawan yet. Even so he would not mind her presence, finding it somewhat comforting, seeing as he was constantly surrounded by adults that tended to look down on him. Waving his hand through the air slowly, the Jedi would open the door, walking through to notice @Silara Vantis, who had decided to kick her feet up on the desk. He had expected someone more professional, though he didn't mind. Maybe it would be a nice change.

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Silara looked at the man with blank stare as he walked in the door. She was not the super friendly type, but not brazen and rude either. She gave him a nod and a smile. She could feel his surprise like wave washing over her. She was not versed in the force by any means but some peoples emotions projected pretty powerful in tight spaces.

"Greetings Master Jedi, glad you could make it. Thought I was gonna be late myself!"

Too much drinking could leave Silara with a hangover, which is why the Stimcaf was always getting knocked back in the flight briefing room.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Silara Varis"]

Yusan walked through the base, hands messing with a flight suit he had not worn in a while, but he more than needed it right now, as he had learned of some training going on and he was sure they would not care. Everyone knew that Yusan would rather fight than simply sit around and wait, even if he was a senator he deligated alot to his junior Senator so that he could fight and train. He always had though, that was what he was much better at after all. Upon walking through the door his blood red eyes found the two here, one hand crossing his chest and another behind him. "Hello, i heard that you will be holding Training exercises today, i hope you do not care about my joining in."

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Memorial"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

Silara kicked her feet off the desk and stood up to snap a quick salute. The Senator had quite caught her her by surprise and now her face flushed red. Fire lit in her eyes and tinge of anger rose in her visage. Mostly angry with herself being caught so unawares.

"Morning Sir, yes we are certainly obliged."

Silara dropped the salute and looked around.

"Looks like this is gonna be the crew for today, shall we brief?" She asked hitting the switch on the wall. The flight briefing screen came to life with her presentation already on the board.

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Silara Varis"]

"Yusan, not Sir." He sat down and waved away the Salute as well, he was not a general or officer, as odd as it was for an Echani not to take such a salute with pride he was very different after all this time. He Tapped his leg, his eyes focusing on what she had activated, trying to think on the situation very deeply.

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Memorial"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

"As you wish Senator."

Silara activated the scenarios and briefly began to walk the two through it.

"I'm basing this scenario on the fact that you folks all know how to decently fly. We're going to focus on tactics today. The mission is a support by fire air to ground mission. No doubt in future engagements with Sith elements they will be bringing a heavy amount of ground forces into play.

The solution is for our ground troops to call a Support by fire up to Fleetcom. Assuming it has been called the flight path will take us down range and through a series of canyons. Three hundred meters beyond the canyons is their Anti-Air armor pieces. These pose the greatest thret to our operations, so they will be taken down first."

she pointed on the map as the fighters on the screen flew in a flightpath designated.

"The next step is to split forces. Any engagement of the enemy’s defence network will surely be followed by fighters. I have several drones out there with sim rounds, they have been programmed akin to the actual tactics the enemy has used in the last five battles, courtesy of the Fleetcom holo records."

The fighters on screen split six going after the drones.

"The other six Fighters will engage the enemy forces advancing on their position and strafing them. Turn 'em to dust and send 'em back to hell getlemen."

The screen shut down and she placed her hands together in front of her.

"You will each be assigned a wingmate. Stay close to your wingmates, they are excellent pilots, I hand selected them. We will be using live rounds against drones and droid posistions. No civillians reside near the range, threat assessment is low.

If too many sim rounds hit your craft it will go to auto pilot and eject you into the field. You will be on your won until we can get backup. Escape, evade resist and activate your encrypted beacons."

It was a lot to take in so she let them sit in silence for a moment before she continued.

"Any questions gentlemen?"

 

[Fydiel Darraq]

By the time Fydiel slid through the door, the briefing was already underway. He grimaced; being late was not the best way to make a good first impression. Not wanting to be disruptive, he lounged against the doorframe as the woman he knew from his earlier Rebel briefing to be [member='Silara Varis'] explained the training exercise. It certainly sounded like a hell of a ride: narrow canyons, ground defenses, enemy fighters. He cracked a grin; hard to get more fun that that.

Really, though, it'd been too long since he'd flown a real challenge. The Alliance was taking things slow and cautious, and while he respected its reasons for doing so his old lawless side chafed at any hesitation. This would be a good way to get his blood pumping and keep his reflexes sharp without getting into real trouble. Looking around the room, he scanned the faces of the other pilots. [member='Tugoro Taidarious'] he knew; the Jedi had greeted him along with the other Rogues.

He wasn't sure what to make of the others yet. Silara was certainly attractive, though there wasn't much passion or excitement in her regimented explanation of the training exercise. But maybe that was because of the other pilot. Fydiel did a double-take; wasn't the guy a senator? The druk was he doing among starfighter jockeys? Then again, Fydiel supposed, no one was going to tell him no. Flying with him was gonna be... interesting. Who knew if he had the skills?

Silara asked for questions, and Fydiel took it as his chance to slip into one of the chairs with an apologetic smile and a mouthed "sorry" to the blonde pilot. It all seemed pretty straightforward to him; actually doing it would be the tough part.

[member='Memorial']

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Oh no oh no oh no oh no... The green twi'lek rushed into the briefing room, trying to skid and come to a slow halt after slicing into the room at a bad angle. Her boots were the grippy type, however, and she learned first-hand an instantaneous lesson in friction, tumbling over and landing on the glossy floor with her lekku whipping about wildly. That would be just like her.

Frowning comically, she looked about to see all the faces that were likely staring at her. She usually was not this clumsy--she had worked on the flight deck for a good year, after all--but people do a lot of thoughtless things when they are late to events one should not miss. Picking herself up off the floor, Sannika brushed off whatever was not really there to brush off and stood straight and tall. Well, as tall as a 149 centimeters gets. "Floors are really clean..." she mumbled, trying to save face somehow.

She had just arrived in time to hear the majority of the briefing, at least. She was not that out-of-sync with time. Of course, she regained her composure just as [member="Silara Varis"] stated something about handpicking pilots and how awesome they were. Yeah, great first impressions, as usual.

[member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Memorial"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

A loud bellowing laughter would ring out across the room, as he watched [member="Sannika Brynn"] totally wipe out. He hadn't been concentrated on the meeting at the moment, his gaze having drifted towards the entrance. He had felt a somewhat frantic presence approaching, and was glad he had paid attention to it. The youth would begin to roll around on his chair as he clutched his stomach in pain, finding immense amusement in the Twi'lek's embarrassment. The young Jedi would fall out of the chair he had taken a seat in, his armored form slamming against the floor loudly. Why did people always have to mess up in front of him? He didn't want to appear rude, Tugoro simply just couldn't help it. This was the second time someone had tripped in his presence.

Now laying on his back, the Jedi would raise a single arm, in response to [member="Silara Varis"]. There was one question he wanted to ask.

"When's go time?"

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

"Go time in ten lets go!" Silara snapped at the group. She led the them out of the doors and onto the tarmac towards the Narrun-Class interceptors on the airfield.

"Chief!" She roared over the wind.

Crew chief Talson came running over at fast pace, fully knowing she would curs him out for a slow performance.

"Aye Ma'am?" He snapped a quick salute and she returned it allowing him to drop his.

"My ships ready?"

"Aye Ma'am, all fueled up and tuned up."

"Good work Chief." Silara put a hand on Chief Talsons shoulder as a sing of solidarity. Most of the Bloodhawks were already scrambling towards their own ships at a mad pace, knowing the wrath of Silara on mission, and trying desperately to avoid it. This needed to be as real life as was possible.

Sirens roared across the airfield and she screamed at the crew.

"Lets go, lets go! Get to your Frakin' Fighters, MOVE IT!"

 

[Fydiel Darraq]

Fydiel was taken aback at [member='Tugoro Taidarious']'s explosion of hilarity as poor [member='Sannika Brynn'] managed an even less graceful entrance than he had. He was halfway to offering her a hand when she stood and dusted herself off, which was probably for the best; he should let her save a little face. "Glad you could make it, Sanna," he said, shooting her a friendly and slightly apologetic grin. She had his sympathies; he had his share of awkward moments.

They'd traded nicknames back when they'd met on the fleet: Sanna and Rock, the goofballs of Rogue Squadron. Only his goofiness didn't come out until he was in the cockpit, exhilarating in the freedom of a hand on the control stick and a pair of engines behind him. And that wouldn't be far off now; [member='Silara Varis'] was shouting her orders, sending them all scurrying across the airfield like they were scrambling for an ambush and not prepping for drills.

Well, he couldn't fault her discipline; her squadron certainly snapped to attention when she called.

Rock took off toward his own fighter, tucked aside so as not to get in the way of the ships that normally used the airfield. This wasn't a mission that merited the use of his baby Featherfall; no one was going to deploy a Nevermore, the Rebellion's best kept secret aside from the fleet's next stop, to dogfight-race through narrow canyons. He'd been loaned a more expendable Longshot fighter-bomber to practice getting the most out of low-maneuverability craft.

Even an unfamiliar cockpit couldn't dampen his rising enthusiasm as he swung into the seat. "This," he grinned, "is gonna be good..."

[member='Memorial']

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

Yusan smiled and slowly stood, having saying nothing about what it is that things have been said or done. He had focused the mission though now and without even taking the time to hesitate in the first place h climbed up and into the fighter, breathing in as he smiled. Unlike most he used a very different fighter, his eyes looking over the controls of the revamped clawcraft that the chiss had made before. Everyone who had fought with him knew he preferred interceptors and even then he prefered fighters he own and worked on, having used contacts in the military to allow for his fighter to be here today. "Memorial ready to go, heading out, whos my wingmate..." He waited for an answer and confirmation before locking his personal sensors on his wingmate so that he could keep track of him before lifting off of the ground and shooting out into the simulation battlefield.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Well, that was quick. Sannika was no stranger to impromptu drills, having worked as flight personnel on a Republic Navy cruiser for a year. Usually, the flight deck crew had the brunt of the work under heavy stress until the pilots were up and away, but now the roles would be reversed for her. Her small boots clopped down the halls as she followed the other flyers to the hangar, and she broke onto the massive flight deck, lekku flapping in her wake, like a green bolt of... well, something somewhat fast--not quite lightning.

The Rogue ascended the ladder to her humming Adril fighter, Kantankerous Kill, and hurled herself over the hull and fell into the cushy seat like only a small person could get away with. With a toothy grin, she patted her helmet to make sure it was snug and strapped herself in. Once the ladder was removed, she gave the thumbs up and let the cockpit canopy lock into place, sealing her inside. That was always the part that triggered her racing heart, knowing that everything was for real. She would be flying out there with the top guns!

All was go, and Kantankerous Kill lifted off the deck and pulsed out of the hangar and into the void. [member="Memorial"] called out and requested a wingman. The twi'lek brought her ship up to speed and picked out his blip on the HUD, then set to follow him. "Yo, Memorial! It's Brynn. You got me for your mate."

[member="Silara Varis"], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Sannika Brynn"]

He heard the voice and thought for a moment which one was Brynn, his eyes also searching over his HUD until he found the ship he was looking for. Smiling a bit he quickly examined the ship before nodding and speaking over the channel. "Ok, but i hope you aren't a rookie and can keep up, im quite advanced if i do say so myself." Part pride, part joke, he gripped the controls and shot upwards before looking back and taking a minute to fall into place beside his wingmate, the clawcraft's movements smooth and fluid in his hands.

 

[Silara Varis]

[member="Memorial"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Fydiel Darraq"]

She scrambled up the ladder and slammed the cokcpit shut on the Interceptor. As it powered up she did her pre lfight cheks, running quickly through the gauges.

"All wingmen, Bloodhwak sqaudron are a go Ma'am."

"Roger that begin mission."

Silara pulled back on the yoke, hammering the the throttle lever with her fists and came screaming across the fligthline at top speed. The Narrun raced like wind through clouds and her heat beat bumped through the roof as pure adrenaline flooded her veins. Red two her wingmate kept off to her left and above her wing as the group roared towards their first objective.

"Canyons ahead four hundred meters."

"Roger that see 'em."

Silara held on tight her helmet trapping the beads of sweat that came down from her blonde hair. The canyons came closer ad closer and she found her opening slipping down into the tangling mess of cuts between the rocks. It began to narrow and she tilted the fighter sideways, racing through the tight spot before it changed direction.

Her hand slammed the yoke left as she performed a dime turn, winding back. Left booted foot struck the left pedal on the floor and the afterburners kicked in with a boom, whipping the craft around before the repulsors fired slowing the turn.

"Still there Red two?"

"Yes ma'am getting kinda tight though!"

"That it is. Watch your flying crew, this isn't the simulator, one screwup I'll have medevac and pilots peeling you off the side of a canyon wall!"

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Well, the meeting was shorter than he expected! Rolling off of his back and onto his stomach, the young Jedi would push himself from the ground, before standing up on his feet. His armored form would walk with the rest of the group, leaving the room and heading towards the airfield. It was covered by many different types of crafts, though the one that was most plentiful were the Narrun interceptors. Tugoro would give the ship a brief look over, having never even seen them before. They looked fast, though he wondered how they compared to his own super fighter. Breaking into a light jog, the young Padawan would make his way towards his ship, stopping as he arrived in front of it. The Aleph was extremely fast and maneuverable, so Tugoro would have to be calm and careful to pull this off.

Bending his legs at the knees, the youth would jump up into the air, landing down on the metallic hull of his ship. Walking across it's surface, the Jedi would bend down, opening it's hatch before dropping into the cockpit. Reaching a single arm upwards, Tugoro would make sure the hatched closed, listening for that air tight seal. The Wraith's hand would fall upon his craft's lever, while his other flicked various switches in order to power up the ship and it's systems. For now he would leave the weapons system offline, rerouting the power to his craft's advanced shields. The Sith designed fighter would begin to lift off of the ground, it's engine's iconic Imperial screech blaring loudly as it shot off into the distance. Slowing the craft down to a decent pace, the boy would carefully fly his way through the air, staying in formation with the others while they headed towards the canyon. Opening a channel through his communications system, Tugoro would begin to speak to [member="Fydiel Darraq"], his youthful voice sounding out in the man's cockpit, "Stick with me, Darraq." He would advise, as they zeroed in on the narrow opening that was the canyon.
[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Memorial"]

 

[Fydiel Darraq]

Fydiel was just finishing up his pre-flight checks and powering up when [member='Tugoro Taidarious']'s voice crackled over his comms; he grinned even wider. "Right behind you, kid," he said, and slammed the throttle forward the second the repulsorlifts kicked in. That sent him roaring out over the landing field low enough that he could've reached out and touched the fighters that hadn't launched yet, his passage kicking up dust as he headed straight for the canyon's edge.

He pulled up at the last second, his craft (heavier than the nimble fighters and interceptors) straining to fight off its inertia and obey his commands; Fydiel felt the chassis buck a little and was pretty sure he'd left some paint on those rocks. Making a mental note of the Longshot's high-speed maneuverability limits, he pulled the craft further up, then into a tight loop that brought him straight back down toward the canyon, letting out a wild whoop as he was pressed into his seat by the force of the maneuver.

Now this, this was living. It was the purest kind of freedom, and there was no feeling in the galaxy quite like it.

Splattering himself all over the canyon walls wouldn't contribute much, though. Letting a measure of caution creep into his flying, Fydiel fell into position behind and starboard of his wingman. It was funny; he was far and away the oldest pilot of the bunch, by a solid ten years in the case of several of them, but Tugoro was the only one he called "kid". Maybe it was because the young Jedi reminded him of himself at fifteen, all guts and fire with a hefty dash of awkward.

But he trusted the kid. If he led the way through the canyon, Fydiel knew they'd both come out safe on the far side.

[member='Silara Varis'], [member='Memorial'], [member='Sannika Brynn']

 

[Serah Oricion]

[member="Fydiel Darraq"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

"Miss Brynn, i do hope that you can fly well, don't get lost." He smiled as he spoke into the comm and shot forward, searching the sensors for the target, his eyes running over them a million miles a second, until he shot past one and smiled, it now behind him and following him. "Brynn, one on my tail, i think it wants to play cat and mouse, mind being the dog?" He smiled and turned hard right as the sim rounds were sent at him, missing his back end by a few yards.

He had faith in his own abilities to turn this on the drone, but he wanted to see just how impressive that the Republic's pilots were. It wasn't that he didnt have faith, but he needed to see it for himself so that he knew jsut what the limitations of others are like his own limitations, but that would come later.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

"Yeah, yeah, it's cool!" she called back, shaking herself back to attention on her wingmate and not whatever hell Silara was raising off in the distance. Atmospheric flight was more difficult for her, with drag physics and such affecting her flying. She had always made a point to practice space combat and was honing her skills in that area well, but ignoring ground strikes was not exactly beneficial. She should work on that a little more.

Flipping up the airbrakes and elevators, Kantankerous Kill shuddered a bit from the abrupt and ill-timed maneuver. The result was not exactly what the pilot had hoped for, pitching her craft upwards, though slowing down a little. At least she ended up behind the drone. Thumbs twitchy on the yoke, the twi'lek tightened her grip and allowed the system to lock on to the soulless fighter. A couple streaks of red met their mark and deactivated its hostile intent and sending it back to wherever the launch base was for those things. "All clear back here!"

[member="Memorial"], [member="Fydiel Darraq"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Silara Varis"]