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[Ilias Nytrau]

Wraith Squadron | Wraith Squadron OOC​

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LOCATION​

Carida​

Afterburner Nightclub​

a.k.a.​

"The Aft"​

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Space wizards, in his squadron.

Feth, no. Kark it all to hell, he'd said at first, but Justinian had been the one to speak reason to him. That Lorrdian always was. He was the steady friend that made the loss of his wife and son easier to navigate, the man that saw him through the nights he spent trying to erase the pain with the bottom of a bottle, and helped him not alienate the family he still had. If he could thank Atreides for anything, it was that he still had his rank and command. He lived to likely die, by the seat of his trousers. He was a fighter pilot.

And he was here to collect more candidates, for only the best of the best could live to die.​

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"You think they'll know?" he queried to his best mate that walked along beside him, just before they made the door of the bar, whom he could easily like someone normal and not like someone that might be able to go rooting around in his head. No, they'd assigned him an XO that might be able to do that, and he'd never even met the guy before. All the more untrustworthy, for now. "That we're here to watch?"

He had no idea what sort of spread the recent class of graduates would hold, how many space wizards were amongst them outside of the names he'd selected for perusal out of the top fifty scores. If they gave him one definite space wizard there might be more and nothing felt private with them around. It made him slightly paranoid. It didn't matter how much brass told him that the Jedi could be just as good, but he definitely didn't accept that they were any 'better'. Hell, he'd ban the use of mumbo-jumbo in the squadron if it'd been at all within reason to do so. He'd been told it wasn't.

"They always know, Kels. This ogling session is practically tradition," Justinian replied, followed by a brief pause in his paces as he opened the door to the Aft, looking at Perris, "Unless you meant the Jedi?"

The commander grunted, and ambled on into the 'club, Atreides in tow.

[member="Rion Ke Teldan"] | [member="Iasos Kontarr"] | [member="Jason Arkada"] | [member="Zooey Walsh"] | [member="Keanu Shan"] | [member="Ar'rek Zavros]​

 

[Keanu Shan]

Keanu was sitting up at the bar excitedly recounting a colorful tale of his deeds in the CDF. " our CO was a real stickler so here we are the day after getting assigned to our squadron, and the CO shows up. Well we had all made liberal use of the bar , the night before and were completely soused. So, what does he do? does he take it easy on us? No he calls for a scramble drill to defend the orbital docks. First thing we knew raid klaxons go off, were all half drunk or hung over, stumbling out to our ships. When i got to the barracks doors i had one foot in my flight-suit. Then we get hit with the hoses. I guess "Ol, Crank's" (thats what we called the CO behind his back) wanted to make sure we were sober by the time we had got to the ships. I tell you we were a sight running across the field to the hangars im in boxers and an open flightsuit my wingman slept commando so he in just a flight suit." He paused for a drink " where was i... oh yeah, so we taxi out engines spooled up ready to go and CO says its just a drill but we have to sit in our cockpit for 2 hours while he lectured us on discipline. Let me tell you it doesnt take long to get real hot in a glass bubble under that summer sun. we didnt have fans in the cockpit of those ships either. We sobered up pretty quick and that was our introduction to "Ol, Cranks" , boy was he a starched one." laughter all around. Keanu took another sip. The more he talked the less he had to drink, he tried to keep it secret but he really didnt like drinking ...there were exceptions, mostly he avoided it though. He also couldnt hold much before he started getting drunk. As the others started calling for more drinks Keanu began thinking of another story to tell. The main problem with being drunk was the hangover. Keanu didnt like headaches.

 

[Jason Arkada]

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[Ryan]

Rion Ke Teldan walked into the "Aft", dressed to the nines in his GR Full dress uniform. His wings were polished and his Adumarian service medals and honors were worn in pride as he strolled through the doors. He has spent the last few weeks flying opposition to the would be elite forces that were with in this very bar. He was young but the Prince grew up in a starfighter cockpit back home where Starship dueling was a thing along with inner planet border conflicts and wars. The Last Major engagement Rion was involved in was the Mandalorian invasion of Adumar. It was a slaughter, though the Adumarians proved to be elite starfigther pilots they were no match for the mandalorian naval and ground force might. They crumbled and forced to bend at the knee to the barbarains. Since then the Prince fled and joined up wtih the Republic with hopes one day that he will return to liberate his people.

Many had joined this elite program, only ten percent of them had made it thus far and here they were in deserved celebrations. Among the graduates were strategically placed Commanders all looking to poach pilots for their own squadron. it was like fishing to them and such will get competitive amongst them while the graduates continued on with marry making. For Rion on the other hand, he had been scooped up by Wraith Squadron as second in command or XO. A promotion to Lieutenant Commander came with the position and now it was time for him to finally make proper with his new boss, Commander Kelly Perris. There was some short talk amongst the other trainers that the Commander had a touch of biased against individuals blessed with the force. It was a bridge that Rion would have to cross when it came time to do so. He wasn't going to hide who he was and the Order he represented amongst the Republic forces. The Lightsaber he had crafted not so long ago hung neatly from his dress belt for all to see.

The young pilot's eyes quickly picked up upon the Commander's position and he non hesitantly zeroed in on Perris. His head dress was comfortably placed under his armpit for Proper military etiquette was not required in such a establishment which saved The Prince from saluting the commander. Once the Adumarian was in range he would quickly catch the Commander's attention with a short introduction "Hello Sir! I am Lt Commander Rion Ke Teldan! Your second......." As if he really needed to introduce himself. He was quiet sure the man before him has read his jacket through and through. "Can I offer to buy you a drink, Sir?" Offer of alcohol was always a winner in first impressions.

[member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Jason Arkada"] [member="Kelly Perris"]

 

[Sen Kando]

[member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Rion Ke Teldan"]

It wasn't everyday you got a chance to proove what you're worth. At least for him it wasn't. Sen had a decent day especially since he got a good score. He walked into a nightclub expecting to drink something, but nothing that'll get him drunk. Something like water maybe or tea. Either way, he was getting something. Lucky for him, a man was telling a story.

He sat down beside him not speaking, just listening. Sen was sorta young compared to some people so that's that.

 

[Sydney Kandossii]

Zooey hadn't followed her family as they left the Republic. She didn't want to leave the academy in the middle of the semester. This was also her home and where her friends were which was why she stayed behind.

Over the years Zooey had worked to make a home for herself here and a name for herself. Everyone knew her father the retired Admiral but not many knew who she was. It didn't help her that he was the Grand Admiral of the Protector now. Hopefully nobody would care and just look to her flying skills. She had graduated at the top of the class and was a Walsh after all.

Zooey knew better than to drink with her classmates. It would do no good for the commanders to see her drunk. How would she be able to properly communicate with them if she was. Dad always said it was better to stay sober so she got herself a beer to sip at.

[member="Kelly Perris"][member="Keanu Shan"][member="Rion Ke Teldan"][member="Sen Kando"]

 

[Keanu Shan]

[member="Sen Kando"], [member="Zooey Walsh"], [member="Rion Ke Teldan"], [member="Kelly Perris"]
Keanu was ready to find a quieter corner now, as another graduate started relating a story that seemed to stretch the bounds of believeability, Keanu mumbled an excuse and stepped out of the the huddle around the bar. He started to tumble a bit catching himself on [member="Sen Kando"] upsetting his drink on the younger man. "oh sorry man, i guess ive had a few to many. Here let me get you something" he offered as he wiped of the mans jacket. "No? you dont like the strong stuff? Good choice kid. all the same sorry" . At this he sidled over to the side of the bar towards a young attractive lady in uniform. "Howdy miss, the name's Shan...Keanu Shan. Enjoyen yerself t'night?" he said with his most winning drawl.

 

[Sen Kando]

[member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Zooey Walsh"] [member="Rion Ke Teldan"] [member="Kelly Perris"]

Sen felt a cold liquid splash him, most of it on his jacket. He wasn't the person to get upset over that, especially when someone was drunk. "Its fine." he said cleaning the rest of the liquid off of his jacket then returning to drink his drink. Water seemed like the best thing in the world to Sen. Probably because water is in everything. Either way, he was enjoying the night.

An attractive lady walked in right when Sen got done with his water. He knew better than to just walk up and be rude or do what any other man would do. He had a different point of view of women. That they had higher authority than men and probably more smarter. Instead, he gave a friendly nod in case she would look in his direction.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan strode into the bar calmly wearing not even a uniform but a pair of plain black pants and a shirt that had a section cut off at the top of his shoulders down to his elbows showing a new tattoo he had on his upper arm. The symbol of the Clan Akaata rested over his right breast on the other side rested a small insignia that identified him as a pilot for the Republic. He had just finished a small training course in the use of X-wings they varied slightly from normal fighters but he had picked it up quickly enough. Luickly he was able to keep his astromech unit R8-S2 with him the small droid was waiting in the room Aedan had nearby tonight. Looking around the slightly crowded bar Aedan picked out a few other Republic pilots but didn't walk over to them instead he made his way towards the bar. As he made his way towards the bar the lightsaber on his belt tapped against his leg almost comfortingly it was reassuring to have the weapon with him at all times.

Ordering a Corellian drink Aedan glanced around and then took the drink and made his way over to an unoccupied booth taking a seat in it and leaning back his violet hair cut shorter then usual but as always a bright violet color. He hoped to avoid most attention today just wanting to relax before hearing the results of whether or not he was accepted into an elite fighter squadron. His clan could handle the setting up of a home on a nearby planet that the Republic had cleared them to have a small plot of land on which they would begining building themselves a home. Looking up the young man took a deep drink from the drink in his hand sighing as he set it down and leaned back to half close his eyes waiting for something to happen.

[member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Sen Kando"] [member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Zooey Walsh"] [member="Rion Ke Teldan"]

 

[Kallista Zhorren]

Kallista frowned at the glass half empty glass in front of her. The fact she though of it as half empty was a reflection of the her mood. She wouldn't normally be seen at The Aft, but since a class was graduating it seemed polite to at least show up. And the beer helped calm down a bit. Some half hour ago she finished a debriefing after a training exercise that did not go well at all. In fact, had that been a real combat situation, she would've been dead and through no fault of her own. She scoffed. She was flying an E-wing and was locked in a turning fight with another instructor in an X-wing. The cadets were to fly in as backup and tag the X-wing. Three of the cadets managed to hit Kallista's E-wing rather than the other fighter however. They got a proper yelling and the best of her frowns during the debrief, but she wanted to do much more than that. Then again, they were probably calling her the worst of names already. She just hoped neither of those three would ever end up flying as her second out there.

She drank some more of her beer and turned around on her bar stool just as one graduate was telling some tale just a few meters away. Keanu... Keanu something. She didn't remember. That was probably a good thing. Kallista had a tendency to remember people who messed up somehow rather than those who did generally well. She looked around the club. Most of the faces she recognized from the academy even though she remembered only few of the names. There were new faces however - likely squadron leaders coming to pick the best of the best. It was a bit of a tradition at these events really. It was the same back on Corulag when she graduated there.

A couple of people she didn't recognize entered the club just then. One of them was wearing a full dress uniform with medals and all. That made her look at her own clothing - the same jumpsuit she had on during the exercise only unzipped, revealing a rather greasy white tank top underneath. Not really as presentable. Kallista finished her beer and ordered a new one. For now she was content just sitting there and observing.. and drinking. Keanu something seemed to have taken interest in a female cadet seated at the bar.Kallista watched the pair through the corner of her eye. She wondered how long it would take before he would get shut down while she tried to recall the girl's name. Kallista was sure she read through her file before.

[member="Kelly Perris"] [member="Keanu Shan"] [member="Rion Ke Teldan"] [member="Sen Kando"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Being assailed the moment he walked in the door was, while not unexpected, still something that made Atreides laugh on account of whatever expression appeared on the Alderaanian's face when [member="Rion Ke Teldan"] jumped up to greet him and offered to buy him a drink. He fixed the Adumarian with a hard, steely stare before blinking and coughing with an obvious awkwardness, muffling it with his fist. The Lorrdian kept laughing, and Perris ignored it.

"Drop the 'sir' and ease off on the excited puppy act. We're in a bar..." he gruffed, after which his eyebrows rose a nigh-imperceptible few millimetres, as he eyed the namepatch on the space wizard's jacket, before his eyes rose to look the younger man square in the face, "...Teldan."

He left the 'Ke' off on purpose, and a sharp expression flashed up on his face as he shot a hard elbow into the still-snickering Atreides, eliciting a yelp of 'yowch!' from the Lorrdian, before responding to Rion's offer.

"Whatever passes for 'won't kill me' in this joint, I'll take a pint of that."

[member="Rion Ke Teldan"] | [member="Iasos Kontarr"] | [member="Jason Arkada"] | [member="Zooey Walsh"] | [member="Keanu Shan"] | [member="Ar'rek Zavros] | [member="Kallista Zhorren"]​

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

Lofting a brow, the brunette side-stepped around what was passing for a fracas just inside the entrance to the "Aft". Offering a nod to the three men standing there by way of a greeting, she sauntered by and wondered, if only for a moment, if she should have saluted. Technically, she supposed she should have. But it was a bar, for the love of space, and whatever the evening turned into, it was supposed to be informal.

If it was to be otherwise, then they wouldn't have been in a bar, now would they.

Emerald eyes glittered with mirth as she cast a glance to her tall, cerulean-skinned companion. "See? At least I haven't hit you yet tonight...that's a plus, right?" Yoree's lips twitched as he suppressed his smile, trying, for once, to maintain the stoicism that was a hallmark of his people. But amusement that matched her own gleamed in his crimson gaze, and that mostly flattened his intentions.

"Definitely a change of pace. Though if you haven't thrown a punch at -someone- by the end of the night, I'll be worried about you." he replied tartly.

"Are you ever going to let me live that down? Seriously...it was Sanis. I'm surprised he wasn't greeted that way everywhere he went." Ias wrinkled her nose as they leaned against the bar, nodding politely at the other pilots nearby. At least, she assumed they were pilots. Some of them, according to the scuttlebutt, were space wizardy in addition to that...which, in her estimation, gave them a proverbial leg up on things. The bartender shuffled over eventually, and they ordered their usual, Alderaan Ruge for her, and a Cerean ale for Yoree. Slender fingers absently smoothed out the soft fabric of her shirt, ensuring it was still tucked in neatly. Dressed casually as befit the surroundings, she took a more lingering glance at those standing near the door.

[member="Rion Ke Teldan"] | [member="Kelly Perris"] | [member="Jason Arkada"] | [member="Zooey Walsh"] | [member="Keanu Shan"] | [member="Ar'rek Zavros"] | [member="Kallista Zhorren"] | [member="Sen Kando"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]​

 

[Ryan]

Rion noticed the drop of the ke to his last name. It was a directed insult and he could tell that his new Commanding Officer was intentionally pressing his buttons. "Copy that Commander!' Rion replied to Kelly's demands of dropping the "sirs" while gulping down the recent sly insults he berated the Prince with. He was going to be one of those types, a hardliner, but the man was a legend in his own right or so Rion was lead to believe as Commander Perris's name kept popping up in high esteem every where Rion went with in the Republic.

The Prince would take his leave and venture towards the bar. "I will order a bottle of Alderaan Ale" He informed the bartender who looked surprised. Didn't take long for his eyes to venture to Rion's chest to see the emblem, or Crest of Cartaann upon it. Such badges were worn on uniforms that symbolized all types of honors and traditions and this bartender was no fool, he recognized Royalty when he saw it.

"Yes, Sir!" He replied, then reached to the top of his shelf and snaged what would probably be one of the more if not most expensive bottle of wine in this establishment. Such an expense would not hurt the Prince's bank account.

"Open a tab for me as well" With that Rion would grab the bottle and two glasses and march over towards a large ancient looking bell that looked as if it belong on a ship of the sea. "Lets start this night off proper!" He would whisper himself has he quickly and violently rang the bell to get everyone's undue attention. Anyone that rang just bought a round for everyone in the bar.

Then without losing a step he would march past the onslought of military personal and back towards the testy Commander. "How about a taste of home?" He would produce the bottle of Alderaan Ale and a glass. Rion was well away that Cmdr Perris was Alderaanian and that the planet has been viciously occupied by the One Sith. It was an aspect that he had in common with veteran pilot for Adumar sits occupied by the barbarians of mandalore. Rion would place both glasses on the closest table and uncork the bottle with practiced skill. He poured both of them three fingers worth of the ale before giving Kelly his glass.

" First drink is for home!" He demanded.

Spoiler

[member="Kelly Perris"]
[member="Rion Ke Teldan"]
[member="Zooey Walsh"]
[member="Iasos Kontarr"]
[member="Keanu Shan"]
[member="Ar'rek Zavros"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Sen Kando"]

 

[Keanu Shan]

Full round on the house? Well he was definitely getting in the mood. Keanu took an offered drink but decided he had had more than enough already so it stayed on the bar.
Kelly Perris
Rion Ke Teldan
Zooey Walsh
Iasos Kontarr
Keanu Shan
Ar'rek Zavros
Aedan Miles
Sen Kando

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

She never liked dressing in uniform. She was by no means the first of her species to be a part of the Republic's military, but they weren't common, rare even and when the tailor first saw the tall, lanky extragalctic pilot she knew things weren't going to go well for her when it came to her dress blues. Republic uniforms just weren't made for her species, just like most things in this Galaxy. But she made due, she swallowed her dissatisfaction with the status quo in order to have a shot at her dream, being a pilot for the Republic Navy.

Her uniform fit, surprisingly, by the third try and it fit nice, though it did make her look like a twig. She wasn't much of a partier, but this was tradition...Right? That's what the wine flowing in her system was telling her at least. She tried her best to stand still, but she soon found herself tilting forward. It was probably better to walk it off...right?