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Fandom Star Wars: Nova Squadron

Jagson

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On board the Mon Calamari Battlecruiser Democracy. Home of the Rebel Alliance third strike wing.

Nova leader Zander Garric flipped threw the list of men and women he recruited for his squadron. Words such as smuggler, bounty hunter, murderer and many other less tasteful words appeared underneath each of them including the worst of all a lawyer. He let out a breath and actual smiled at the names and faces. They were his men. Even if they were the worst people imaginable they were his

Getting out of his office he headed down the long passageway to Nova's briefing room. He kept a data pad in his hand and ran through Nova's first mission.

Walking in he saw the eleven pilots mingling. "Attention on deck." He said. "If you'll all be sitted we can begin
 
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ThAtGuY101

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~Zaakros "Chatterbox" Socarruss...~

Enough credit sat wildly across a table top. Enough to buy multiple freighters. Not to mention, enough yatooni boska and survapierre for Zaakros to stay drunk for months, but this all faded away in an instance after Chatterbox snapped back into reality. He squinted as he looked around behind his antiox mask. Two weeks and four... no... five days sober...? It had been a while since Zaakros had a good drink. Though the time for bitter resentment was not now, for now they needed to listen to whatever Zander thought everyone needed to know.

Zaakros looked around the room. Smugglers, bounty hunters and the occasional common criminal. Zaakros was reluctant to be working in such a group. in his experience, he hadn't gotten along with bounty hunters much. Some bounty hunters followed rules and such but more often than not, it was a free for all. Most of them were loyal to credit alone. Not that he could act high and mighty since he did the same thing.

Smugglers were worse. Thieves and liars.Filthy Pazaak cheating bastsrds, the lot of em. Zaakros had a nasty habit of taking fingers of cheaters.

Zaakros didn't care about common criminals. Most bounty hunters were far more scarier some random 'murderer' on the streets. Zaakros couldn't help but wonder who was who. Was the person next to him a smuggler? A pirate? Slaver? Zaakros didn't know.

He looked to his left and saw Sabo. A baby faced boy. Then to his other side and saw a bothan woman. He then continued looking around spotting a neimoidan of all creatures. His eyes then stopped on a cather woman before glancing back at Nova leader.

"Hmph! With all the different species here, this place is almost akin to a zoo or carnival of sorts... No offense of course" Zaakros said not trying to make eye contact with the bothan woman.

"So what now? We're all here. What do we need to talk about now?" Zaakros said as he sat down.
 

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Ravish sat in the briefing room and waited.

And waited.

Her foot was kicked out onto the back of the chair in front of her with the other folded across it, her hands folded over the various pouches on the front of her flight suit.
Her head was canted forward and to the left slightly, her pupils were their normal green ovals. Slowly scanning around the room, not really making sure contact but 'looking through’ the various beings that were to become be squadron. This was a common behavior for her species so as not to create a challenge, Cathar generally do not keep eye contact fixed upon others or other Cathars. Her ears twitched and swiveled listening to the varied and abundant noises each of them made. This accompanied with the tilting of her head was a sign of ‘sensing’ a situation, trying to get a ‘feel’ for them.
Her seemingly relaxed comfortable posture was similar to a predator knowing it did not have to get those around it.
But inside was also calm, though this was part of her training, more than a natural aspect of herself. 'Control your breathing. Four count in, hold four, out four...' The voice of teacher would echo in her mind. She was, if she was being honest, itching for some kind of action. Some kind of fight, preferably in her ship, in the cold vacuum of space, but a brawl would also do. Her teacher and employers had admonished her multiple times for this line of thinking and behavior.

So when she heard the doors slide open, followed by: "Attention on deck. If you'll all be sitted we can begin." The older man said. The Cathar pilot stretched, sat up a bit straighter. Rolling her neck with a crunchy series of pops.

"Hmph! With all the different species here, this place is almost akin to a zoo or carnival of sorts... No offense of course"

Her ears flattened briefly and her eyes narrowed a touch at the comment, but a deep breath later and her previous air of 'confidentiality relaxed' returned. "Let the boss talk and we'll find out."
 

Jagson

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Jacen watched as the others mingled trying to get a sense of them all. He subconsciously rubbed at his necklace as he breathed slowly. This was what he wanted instead of being hunted down he was going to fight back. He felt a big meaty hand slap his back. "It's all good Luck breath." The Besalisks Grex said.

The room grew silent as Commander Garric walked in. "Firstly welcome to Nova Squadron each one of you deserve a chance for honor and redemption and here you will receive it. " He said before showing a planet and an imperial space station. "Our first mission is to disable the shields on station Px-985. The hologram moved to inside the planet showing the shield generator surrounded by torrents. "According to our reports it's heavily guarded both by torrents and a squad of TIE fighters. Once the generator is down Democracy and Liberty will jump in and take the station. If we do this right thus entire hyperspace lane will be open to the rebellion." He said before looking each of then in the eyes.

"I ain't going to surger coat this. This is a suicide mission. Some of you might not make it. And non of you will get the recognition you'll deserve. Your not some lucky farm boy and non criminal smuggler the Alliance can turn into heros your the dregs of society. Others will steal your glory but we will have each other. We will know the truth. We are in this together. We are Nova" He said as he looked at each of them. "Get some chow mission training begins in an hour."
 

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~Zaakros...~

"Yeaaah, I guess" Zaakros said responding to the cathar woman's statement.

As the squad leader spoke, Chatterbox did what he did best, and by that, he muttered to himself. "Px-985... shield generator... uh huh... tie fighters... hyperspace lane... ya ya..." as annoying as that may seem, at least it was a sign Zaakorss was paying attention.

"Hmph...! Fine by me. Let those boot licking republic loving rebels have the recognition they desire and as far as honor is concerned, that got those damn jedi killed, so I don't need that either. But its food time! Something that does matter" Zaakros said before cheering up to the prospect of eating.

Zaakros wasted no time going to get food. Kel dor ate various seeds, but Zaakros had expanded on what he regularly ate since he left his homeworld. Zaakros was already readied enough for the mission as far as mental preparation went. The only thing left was physical preparation. They already knew their task, but they would also need group coordination. Attack patterns and everyone working in synchronization. Stuff that Chatterbox was already aware of and presumably everyone else.

Zaakros took a nice seat in the dining area. He was even more chatty now than ever since they were in an informal setting and enjoying rations together.

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Jagson

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"Damn bounty hunter's no sense of anything unless there's a dollar sign." Jacen said as he watched the Keldor leave. After a few minutes he stood up and headed to the mess. He stopped by the Cathar pilot and simple nodded at her.

He grabbed a tray and sat alone. The solitary only lasted a second as Grex sat down beside him.

Pilots Sabo and Newt sat by Zaakros as they ate.
 

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"Hmph...! Fine by me. Let those boot licking republic loving rebels have the recognition they desire and as far as honor is concerned, that got those damn jedi killed, so I don't need that either. But its food time! Something that does matter"

Her ears twitched again then laid flat back, eyes narrowing and pupils tightening to slits with a tensing of her shoulders. Hey physical response to Zaakros' comments were a brief and fleeting moment that might have been missed had one been paying close attention to her. To everyone not paying strict attention to her body language, she merely looked irritated and bored. As if the mission just described was another minor errand.

'honor is concerned, that got those damn jedi killed' Those words rolled through her mind until she let them go, it tried to anyways.

Asb Jacen passed she sat up a bit straighter, placing her hand on her shoulder and returning the nod. "Boss."

She filed into the mess hall but instead of grabbing a tray of food and sitting with the rest of the squadron she grabbed a protein pack and water and went to hangar bay. "Reese! Pre-flights and systems checks. Make sure the dampeners are one hundred percent." Referring to the inertial dampeners that allowed all manner of ship to fly and maneuver at deadly high speeds and g-forces as she spoke into her comlink. A series of chirps, squawks, squeaks and whistles came back as the R3-S3 astromech replied somewhat defensively. "I know it wasn't your fault, but double check it anyways."
 

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~Zaakros...~

Zaakros ate with Sabo and Newt. Exchanging stories of past adventures and previous jobs. Hits. Heists. The feeling one got from their first time killing someone. Zaakros told a bounty hunter story about how he sabotaged the ship of a smuggler from Naboo and waited for his ship to malfunction and float adrift mid-stage flight before collecting the bounty. It was nice sharing stories.

Zaakros couldn't help but notice the catharsis woman grab her meal and go. "Erm... That one is either very dedicated to her work or is up to something... Though I'm probably just being paranoid" Zaakros said after she left.
 

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Jacen and Grex talked for awhile reminiscing on their old Squad before they were both brought into Nova for different reasons. Afterwards Jacen escused himself and headed towards the Hanger Bay to run maintenance on his fighter. Getting into his cockpit he saw the holopic of his family. He frowned as he rubbed his thumb. He can't go back not now. "Love you guys. Please be safe." He said softly.

Sabo told a story about a speeder he boosted on corresant and lead imperials in a high speed chase threw the lower levels only to lose control and crash into a building. Breaking multiple bones in the process.


Zander looked at the twelve simulators on board the Democracy. He was able to secure a few hours in them long enough to start the planning for the opp. Looking at hid chrono they had twenty minutes till the squad comes.
 

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~Zaakros...~

Zaakros chuckled at Sabo's story, he hadn't expected that and after a fee more tales, he excused himself just a little early. He told them he still needed to check on his ship. It needed a lot of fixing up just a week ago and Zaakros was going down to the hanger bay.

When he got there, he realized he wasn't the first to reach the hanger area. He heard the beeping sounds of an astromech droid as well as the sounds you'd expect to hear from a ship given routine maintenance.

Zaakros saw the pilot and her astromech with their ship. Out of respect, Zaakros gave them their privacy and didn't bother them. He talked a lot most of the time but understood there were some moments that required focus. He made his way all the way over to his own ship. It was looking good. He ran a few tests and diagnostics. There wasn't anything in need of repairs so he sat there for a few minutes looking out the ships hanger bay. Always something just a little bit different outside. Nothing interesting, but Zaakros liked identifying something different outside to keep up his awareness. It wouldn't be long before they'd need to go report to Zander for their mission. When Zaakros was contempt with his ship's working condition, he left. He was gonna go see what death defying tricks or funeral their trusty leader had planned for them.
 

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Ravish was sitting cross legged on the top of her T-85 X-wing just behind the canopy. Her flight suit folded down over her belt, under which she wore a short sleeved faded tan tunic. Her protein pack sitting next to her, almost completely empty save for some crumbs. Her ears were back, and her pupils were oval, adding to her very relaxed posture.

The work she and R3-S3 had needed to get done had taken almost three quarters of the hour before training was set to begin. So she had taken the last bit to physically relax and let her mind focus on flying.

It was in fact a form of meditation her Master had imparted and adapted for her, to help her be present in the moment and not focus or rely too much on equipment or instrumentation. 'Flight should release you from the tyranny of petty things... Like attachment or hate.'

Reese beeped and chirped at his master, reminding her of the time.

"Thanks buddy." Reaching out to rub the top of his dome, like one would do to a beloved pet. "What would I do without you?" A series of short and staccato beeps, chirps with a whine followed. Even if you did not understand astromech binary, you would tell this was a snarky comment. "Hey now! Rude!" Ravish said as she rose, her ears were up and head held high; though her eyes were shut and there was a hint of a smile.
 

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Jacen looked up from his ship as he heard the Cathar speaking to her astromech. Shaking his head he went back to work making sure everything was tuned correctly. He tilted his head jumping a little before hearing a bucket hit the ground.

He let out a breath as he continued running matinance until the hour was up. Looking at the picture of his family he smiled before heading to the debriefing room ready for anything.
 

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~Zaakros...~

"And then I told him NOT to jump to hyperspace and what does he do...? He sure caught that asteroid field pretty quickly. Parts of his ship are probably still floating in that asteroid field, but his body ain't! Wish I still had some of his bounty money but I spent that fixing my freighter..." Zaakros muttered in the hallway to himself. Zaakros oftentimes could be found talking, even if nobody was around to listen.

He made his way to the briefing room. He was expecting to arrive late or at the very least, see more people there before him.

"Shit! Am I here early today? So much for being strategically late. Guess I might as well kick back and relax" Zaakros said hopping down into his seat. He began tapping his foot as he sat there waiting.
 

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Ravish had zipped and strapped her armored flight suit back up and headed towards the briefing room, R3-S3 following just behind her chirping and whistling. "No I'm not being rude or antisocial for not eating lunch, we only had an hour before the training brief and start." If a droid could roll it's eyes that's what the sound Reese made indicated.

She let out a sigh as they walked into the mostly empty room. Seeing only two other beings in the room: the Kel-Dor with the big mouth, and a human she had seen working in the hanger. "Boys." She said with a nod to each, taking her seat with Reese rolling to a stop next to her on the outside aisle.
 

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~Zaakros The Greatest...~

Zaakros back, tilting his head back to see who entered the room. It was the cathar girl. He leaned forward, though still somewhat slouching as he sat there waiting.

"Girl..." Zaakros said a few moments after the Cather woman spoke before nodding.

He cleared his throat before facing the board in front of them. Lunch was practically over. A few more people were probably finishing up their meals before heading down to be briefed and begin their mission. Despite Zaakros's constant need to hear his voice, he remained mostly quiet. Pretty soon, they'd be boarding their fighter ships and try to stay alive long enough to help some war efforts. Zaakros never particularly cared about the galaxy as a whole, but he was ready to fight alongside the people he called squad mates.
 

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Jacen nodded to her as the others filed in. Zander took his position in the front of the room. "Attention." The commander said. "We are going to be going over the mission including simulated runs." He said pressing a button as the screen behind him lit up.


It showed a general view of the space station.

Twelve snub fighters exited hyperspace close to the planet and space station. Too close to the planets gravity well. Zander stopped the vid and looked at them.
"This is our first situation. You are all going to have to learn how to exit in the right spot." He played it again this time the snub fighters exited hyperspace to early the space station defenses activated resulting in turbo lasers cutting down the squad. "If you jump out too early the space stations defense system will pick you up and deal with you and probably send out a squad of ties to deal with the survivors clogging up our needed time.

The screen reseted again this time with the ships jumping straight into the planet. They broke apart in the atmosphere. "As any basic navigator will tell you its a horrible idea jumping straight into a planet." He said before circling the small spot between both. "This is your exit point." He said as the video continued with the fighters entering atmo. The squadron split into two with one squad heading towards the shield generator and the other engaging TIES. "I will lead Novas one threw five in the main assault. Novas six threw Eleven will act as our guardians keeping the TIES off of us." He looked at his squadron. "We'll have an hour between when we depart and democracy and back arrives. Now than head to fifth deck and get into the simulators we're going to start running threw the mission until you all can do it in your sleep."
 

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