Klesta
The King of Ergonomic Assessments
"To all units in range: this is the Magic School Bus: We are under attack by pirates, apparently going under the name Rogue Imperial Warband! Transmitting coordinates now" the communications officer of the Magic School Bus transmitted on open frequencies from Vjun.
After the defeat of the pocket of rogue imperials in the Copperline sector and later, on Faldos, many of the surviving Rogue Imperials returned to the service of the Galactic Empire or the First Order. Others turned to piracy or crime. Those who turned to piracy or crime went all over the place in the galaxy; the Rogue Imperial Warband operated as far away from the Galactic Empire as Vjun. It turned out that the pirates were operating from a Law-class light patrol craft, and, at the orbital defense station where Yula et al were stationed, everybody began to prepare to respond to the distress signal. It was going to be the first combat mission of the Chiloon fighter-bomber, loaded with proton rockets: it would be a little overkill to fight enemies with bombs loaded in the bomb bay - Yula knew that low-survivability missions were often larger in scale than high-survivability and she deemed the combat mission high-survivability. As she donned her flight suit to board the fighter issued to her, and engage pre-flight checks...
"Load proton rockets! We are preparing to take off"
"Proton rockets loaded, general" the technician told Yula, taking in a squadron of Chiloons to confront this new threat.
[member="Tempest Yore"]
After the defeat of the pocket of rogue imperials in the Copperline sector and later, on Faldos, many of the surviving Rogue Imperials returned to the service of the Galactic Empire or the First Order. Others turned to piracy or crime. Those who turned to piracy or crime went all over the place in the galaxy; the Rogue Imperial Warband operated as far away from the Galactic Empire as Vjun. It turned out that the pirates were operating from a Law-class light patrol craft, and, at the orbital defense station where Yula et al were stationed, everybody began to prepare to respond to the distress signal. It was going to be the first combat mission of the Chiloon fighter-bomber, loaded with proton rockets: it would be a little overkill to fight enemies with bombs loaded in the bomb bay - Yula knew that low-survivability missions were often larger in scale than high-survivability and she deemed the combat mission high-survivability. As she donned her flight suit to board the fighter issued to her, and engage pre-flight checks...
"Load proton rockets! We are preparing to take off"
"Proton rockets loaded, general" the technician told Yula, taking in a squadron of Chiloons to confront this new threat.
[member="Tempest Yore"]