Faction [THP] Time for us to fly...

[Gym Halpern]

PERSONAL LOG: FLEET CAPTAIN GYM HALPERN (RET.)
DATE: [REDACTED]
LOCATION: Odessen
PRIORITY: Secured / Personal Eyes Only
ASSIGNMENT: Operation Phoenix Sunrise - Phase 1
STATUS: Executing

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BEGIN LOG ENTRY
The first twelve are on the move.
Twelve NC-1000 multi-role starfighters—outfitted, calibrated, and combat-ready—have been transported under cover to Odessen. Crew rotation lists remain unpopulated on paper, though logs have already been ghost-marked for projected assignments.
We're calling them the "Founding Twelve"—at least internally. Official designations are scrubbed for now, but I believe we all know what this is. It isn't just a tactical move—it's symbolic. The start of something old... made new.
"Red. Rogue. Wraith. Danger."

Names that meant hope once. Names that meant hellfire too, depending on who you asked.

We're overdue for a name that means both again.

I've drafted several callsign concepts, but I keep circling one idea: a phoenix doesn't rise by memory—it rises by fire. It doesn't reclaim what was, it becomes what must be.
These twelve—when they're seen flying together—they'll become the rallying point.

Design Notes
The NC-1000s transported are the newest iteration off the line:

• ROF rotary nose cannons integrated and synchronized with burst jamming software (Lucerne Labs backend held up beautifully in simulation).
• "Feenix" torpedo compatibility tested with precision strike overlay—dangerously accurate even on dumbfire settings.
• MAST point-defense system has been trialed in orbital debris clusters; it performs exceptionally.
• Erebus jamming array seems to throw off nearly everything short of military-grade slicers (we'll need a backup key for isolated engagements, but Thex, you were right—Biolux organs and Calor bio-circuitry were the secret sauce).
• Still debating whether to include a secondary droid socket for missions with uplinked AIs. BRED wouldn't like the competition.

Destination: Odessen
I want these fighters quiet. Quiet for now.
They're sitting under hard cloak, nested below the Enterprise Station Ship, masked beneath freight routing data from Guardian Angel Outreach relief shipments.
No one will think to look for warbirds flying with grain and medicine.

Pilot Recruitment
I've made preliminary contact with Michael Angellus, whose current flight hours, combat instincts, and—frankly—genetic pedigree make him ideal to lead initial flight training protocols. I haven't pitched the squadron name yet, but something tells me he'll help define it.
(He already walks like his old man. If he starts smirking like him too, I might just give him my chair.)

Closing Notes
We're not ready to stand yet. But we are readying.
This isn't just about building ships. It's about building symbols. Symbols become squadrons. Squadrons become legacies.
We start with twelve.

–Halpern
Fleet Captain, Naval Engineering Division
GUARDIAN AUTHORITY LTD.
END LOG ENTRY

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

TAG: Open!

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry # 2019
Location: – Odessen
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Bored
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Odessen Base

So… we land, and I’m thinking it’s just another day. Grab a caf, check the Raven’s systems, maybe listen to BRED complain about how “uncultured” the tech crews are. Instead? Whole hangar’s lit up like Life Day came early.

Twelve X-wings. New ones. NC-1000s. I swear they were so shiny I could see BRED’s dome reflecting off the nose cones. He hated that.

“Wwoo-brwoo [Translation: They’re just factory droids with wings. Boring. No personality. No teeth].”

Yeah, he actually said “teeth.” Because in his world, if a fighter doesn’t have a shark mouth painted on it, it’s not worth flying.

Me though? I just stood there. Didn’t matter that they were all stock paint and straight lines. Didn’t matter that BRED was practically sparking with disapproval. I could feel it. The energy in the hangar. Everyone crowding around, pilots already arguing over who’d take which ship, engineers running hands along the hulls like they were pets.

That’s when it hit me. This wasn’t about fighters—it was about squadrons. Names that stick. Red, Rogue, Wraith. Dad told me stories about those. How just hearing “Red Squadron” over comms made people believe they weren’t beaten yet.

Halpern… he knows what he’s doing. This is his way of saying, “Here’s your banner. Here’s where you plant your feet.”

I don’t know if it’s going to be me, or if I even want it to be me, but—Force help me—I think I can already hear the name waiting to be spoken.

BRED thinks it’s just junk with wings.
I think it’s the start of something bigger.




– Michael A.
Time for me to fly! Why does that sound like a song lyric?


TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Susanoo Tsukuyomi]

It was rare that Atrrisian pilots got asked to do anything by the royal family. In theory they did but direct orders asking to send a pilot outside of Commonwealth space to aid another group. Rare and unheard of. For now since the fall of Coruscant and a chunk of the Alliances territory Atrisia itself was still in the space of the galactic alliance. So sometimes the navy sent to them forces per the treaty with the prince. THe princess getting a pilot loaned out for various unknown things. She debated what it could be in the trip. The fighter was both roomier but also compacted enough so it would be able to function as needed.

The Western Wolves being among their finest helped only a little as Susanoo sat in the cockpit of the Kabaneri Wolf Squadron Fighter. The controls indicating where she needed to be going as the readouts played on the display of her integrated flight suit and armor. The battleframe of the fighter designed to house her for when the fighter needed to enter patrol mode. She used the sticks as it moved quickly with its small profile and activated the advanced drive to send her forward faster with the acceleration as it came up. The alarm chiming when hyperspace disappeared and the star lines became normal. Her eyes fixing around towards the destination coordinates.

She put in the codes she had been given for landing and brought it down. THe other fighters she could see were largely classics. X-Wings a design everyone used and it came down less to style and more to what flavor they had built within them. The smaller Kabaner landing as its wings rotated, the ends touching the ground while the cockpit moved so she was level. Displays showing where the walker mode was prepared to defend. She checked her flightsuit when the cockpit opened allowing her to get out as it lowered just enough she could hop out. Boots on the ground as her hand went back and grabbed the standard equipment pack.

She made sure that her hair was tightly contained, up with only the bangs framing as the silver look stood out among most of the black haired Atrisians normally. Her size was also sometimes considered an oddity as she was taller then most but.... not that much as she walked. Her glasses there while the interface glowing on her earr overlaid the lens with information for her. She was more looking at the people who were there so that she could check them out or seeing the collection of ships she debated. "We're flying in that?" She said it more to herself while looking at the X-wings with a moments thought.

 

[Gym Halpern]

PERSONAL LOG: FLEET CAPTAIN GYM HALPERN (RET.)
DATE: [REDACTED]
LOCATION: Odessen
PRIORITY: Secured / Personal Eyes Only
ASSIGNMENT: Operation Phoenix Sunrise - Phase 1
STATUS: Executing




BEGIN LOG ENTRY

The first twelve are here.

They don’t have to be permanent, but they are a good start.
Twelve NC-1000 multi-role starfighters—outfitted, calibrated, and combat-ready. Now it is a matter of finding eleven pilots to fill their cockpits, Michael Angellus is already in, sorry Alyksandra. He is out and looking around, but I truly fear that due to his age, and his lack of social history, he will take some time to be able to do so.
"Summarization: He’s girl crazy."

So I will do some recruitment myself. Unfortunately this will take some time as well as I am going to have to scour the holonet, as well as some old contacts from the GADF as well as the SJDF. I will also need to ensure that the pilots I recruit are not only skilled but also trustworthy and capable of working well in a team. This is critical for the success of Operation Phoenix Sunrise, as cohesion and reliability will be key factors in achieving our objectives.


Recruit Notes
The NC-1000s transported are not “super” fighters, they’re darn good, but they are relatively mass produced in this case. I need pilots who can:

• Adapt.
• Bring out the best of the systems.
• Have a “Team First” mentality.
• Are good in a fight.
• Are resourceful on their own (Team First, but don’t need to be hand-held.

Possibles so far:
Devin Virell
Kayla Luspark
Zane Cameron
Susanoo Tsukuyomi (EDIT- Already here, I think Michael is about to speak with her)

Pilot Recruitment
Michael is not interested in Squadron, or Flight Lead positions (which is a relief as while he is highly skilled, he is not ready for that), so there is that. A matter of finding a leader set as well. He seems more suited for operational roles where he can focus on individual contributions rather than leading others. This allows him to leverage his skills effectively without the added pressure of command responsibilities. Identifying a capable leader to complement the team remains a priority.

Closing Notes
We're not ready yet. But we will be.
The biggest obstacle is keeping unity, and building the symbol more than personal gain. Teams are made up of individuals, but symbols cannot be destroyed as easily.

–Halpern
Fleet Captain, Naval Engineering Division
GUARDIAN AUTHORITY LTD.
END LOG ENTRY


After closing out his log entry, a flip over to the holo-communicator. He had found her frequency, and soon was making a connection. Before her visage could fill the cool blue light frame, he simply said:

Lieutenant Luspark. I remember you from the SJDF.

He was not sure that how the woman would take a call like this out of the blue, but was worth the try.

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

TAG:

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry # 2019
Location: – Odessen
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Bored
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Odessen Base

Alright, so I was in the middle of a “walkaround” of these fighters when another one came roaring in. Holding up my datapad to scan it, BRED was honking something about how Atrisians “Like it like that”. I didn’t get what the little freak was saying until the scan was complete, a Kabaneri Wolf Squadron Fighter. I realized the fighter was from the Kabaneri Wolf Squadron, a group known for their aggressive tactics and advanced tech. BRED’s honking suddenly made sense—it was referencing their reputation for pushing boundaries. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and annoyance at the unexpected interruption to my routine.

Worth being nice though.

So I walked over, and I have to say that I am glad I did. The closer I got, the better this ship looked.

Wow, that is a nice saddle you got there… by “saddle”... I mean “starship”...

Not that I couldn’t mean the other way… whistle...

Crap… that was recorded.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: Horndog.]

– Michael A.
Time for me to fly! Why does that sound like a song lyric?


TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Gym Halpern]

PERSONAL LOG: FLEET CAPTAIN GYM HALPERN (RET.)
DATE: [REDACTED]
LOCATION: Odessen
PRIORITY: Secured / Personal Eyes Only
ASSIGNMENT: Operation Phoenix Sunrise - Phase 1
STATUS: Executing

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BEGIN LOG ENTRY

Not a large entry this time, just noting that I am adding others to my holo-conversation.

–Halpern
Fleet Captain, Naval Engineering Division
GUARDIAN AUTHORITY LTD.
END LOG ENTRY


After closing out his log entry, a flip over to the holo-communicator. He had found her frequency, and soon was making a connection. He was already speaking to Kayla Luspark , but wanted to add Devin Virell , and Zane Cameron to the conversation:

Tally-Ho boys and girls. I’m sorry to be contacting you out of the blue, but I am retired Fleet Captain Gym Halpern, formerly of the Silver Jedi Defense Force, as well as the Galactic Alliance Defense Force. I now work in the Naval Engineering Division of Guardian Authority Ltd. I’m sure you know of my boss Thexann Pehnataur, but if you do not, you still come highly regarded for those who might travel a “Hidden Path”. I am putting together some work that requires elite pilots, and you are some of the first on my list. If this is not for you, I apologize for wasting your time, if it is, please feel free and hang around.

He wasn’t sure what they knew and what they didn’t so a little “coded” work would help here.

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

TAG:

 

[Kayla Luspark]

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Equipment: Standard flight suit, heavy blaster pistol, REC-SS01 X-wing Space Superiority Starfighter​

Companion: "Vido" V-2 Series "Minimech" Astromech​

Tag: Gym Halpern​

Kayla raised an eyebrow. "Records are woefully out of date," she said. "Nice to be remembered. Though it's been decades. Not to be rude by my memory is more than a little fuzzy."

Luspark was a Major these days, with all the rights, privileges, and responsibilities there of. Including being micromanaged by upper leadership. And having to manage a few hundred subordinates, all that went in to running an air wing.

"I take it this is not a social call."

Two more faces joined the call, ones she didn't recognize.

The mention of Hidden Path made her visibly sit up straighter as he went into his spiel. Finishing it off, she tilted her head. "I'm listening."