>>43061302
>Head in first, try to draw away the fighter escort so the TIE’s can deal with the bombers.
So should this be considered a new vote?

Restating my vote

>>43061219
>>43061302
>>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.

They go after us, they open their flank for a TIE attack, if they come after the TIE they open themselves open to an attack from us.

They need co-ordination in order to win this, and they don't have it with their frigate down.

>>43061344
>>Have the TIE’s run distraction duty whilst you deal with the bombers yourself.
We're in no shape to try tangling with fighter craft a second time.

>>43061353
I like this guys strategy. +1 vote

>>43061302
>>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.

We take point, so our bulk and shields will make them focus abit more on us.

>>43061302
>>Head in first, try to draw away the fighter escort so the TIE’s can deal with the bombers.

yeah we're the heavy craft that can handle the vultures and let the ties take care of the bombers like their meant too.

>>43061302
Are we voting again? If so then,

>>Have the TIE's run distraction duty whilst you deal with the bombers yourself

>>43061302
Signal Zeta Squadron that we're going to flank them from one side, ask them if they can attack from the other to catch them by both sides.

Even if we're not fully operational more chaos for the clankers is good for us.

Yeah, fresh vote.

>>43061302
>>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.

>>43061302
>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.
Feel the armored fist of the Imperial navy.

And if we can do a pincer movement like >>43061390 suggested, even better.

>>43061353
Supportan

>>43061302
>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.

>>43061302
>Have the TIE’s run distraction duty whilst you deal with the bombers yourself.

insisting

>>43061302
>Have the TIE’s run distraction duty whilst you deal with the bombers yourself.

>Targets of opportunity – go in all at once and hit anything you can.

Looks like this with a dash of >>43061353

this.

Okay, give me 4d10. You know the drill.

Rolled 10, 3, 10, 3 = 26 (4d10)

>>43061540

Rolled 5, 2, 2, 1 = 10 (4d10)

>>43061540
No more crit-fails hopefully.

Rolled 10, 10, 9, 9 = 38 (4d10)

>>43061540

Rolled 7, 5, 6, 2 = 20 (4d10)

>>43061540
please don't fuck up

>>43061561
>>43061557
>>43061548

oooof, 4 10s, and a 1 crit-fail. Do us right Wibbles.

>>43061561
Good job sleepy

>>43061548
>>43061557
>>43061561
Not bad. Three crits, one DOUBLE CRIT, one critfail. That's a damn good roll for you lot. Writing now.

>>43061548
>>43061557
>>43061561

10,10,10,1

Jeepers

>>43061548
>>43061561
B^)

>>43061579

>10, 10, 10, 1

Who fucked up?

So afterwards could we try out the TIE simulator to burn off any anger?

>>43061599

I think Tadia is slot 4, or was. I don't know if us reshuffling positions changes that.

And some fighter music while we cruise through space.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEe3xfWfkG8

>>43061557
I should probably stop rolling.

>>43061616
Remove Frog
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCTJmXrgsFg

It feels like your team has finally gotten some small measure of cohesion back together. You watch the sensor screen over Quint’s shoulder as the distance between you and the droids dwindles. Tons is hard at work, and it looks like Tadia is helping him whilst she waits for a firing solution. You patch in to Zeta Lead again and lay out the plan that has just occurred to you. He seems to latch onto the idea just like he’s latched onto all of yours so far. How the kid got a squadron command is a complete mystery to you. Most TIE pilots that you know are stuck-up assholes.

Quint would fit right in, actually. “Okay Quint, take us on a starboard approach. We’re going to pincer those droids between us and Zeta Squadron and kriff ‘em good.” You decide to try for a slightly less, ahem, dignified approach to the orders, and it seems to work. Quint grins and tightens his hands around the yoke. He’s working at a disadvantage here, relying on sensors just as you were. Not that it seems to matter any. He takes you right in on the course you specified, adding a little flare of coming at them from behind the sun to obscure his profile.

It works. The Vulture Droids wheel jerkily towards you and their fire is off-target. That hit to the Frigate certainly did slow their reaction time a little. Things really start to click, as Tons reports “Ions back up.” And lashes out with a vicious rapidfire Ion Cannon salvo. The central cannon is still slagged, but the two wing cannons track and fire with unerring precision, the wings rotating around the body of your gunship to get the best targeting solution. Two Vultures and one Hyena go down. Tadia’s top turret spits out blaster fire, then stops. “Stoppage! Stoppage!” She calls out.

1/2

>>43061713
Man, whoever did maintenance on this tub deserves to be shot. Or force choked.

>>43061752

It's probably deliberately part of the test - fill your simulation run with BS equipment failures.

>>43061713
>"Why the fuck does this ship always..."
>made in tatooine
>"...right"
At that point, that's just the instructor messing with the simulator for fun. There's no way to have so much technical issues in one mission.

>>43061623
That's not his fault, anon. The dice gives, the dice takes away.

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For once, Tons is quick on the uptake. From the main gunnery console, he reaches down under the main desk and grabs a pair of wires. In what is definitely NOT a regulation repair effort, he hotwires something, and the turret comes back online. “I’m good, thanks!” She calls out and the turret reaps a heavy toll. Even as you lance through the enemy formation, Zeta Squadron does the same, emboldened by your vicious assault. It ceases to be a battle and becomes a mopping up operation. Within a few short minutes, during which you actually feel like you’re leading a team, the enemy is obliterated.

“SIMULATION OVER” a cold, mechanical voice sounds over the internal comms, and the simulator shuts down. “MISSION SUCCESSFUL.”

By the Emperor, you did it.

A few minutes later, and you are alone in the office of the Captain, giving your after-action report. He looks through his notes, flipping through screens on his datapad. You’re standing on front of his desk, a massive wroshyr-wood thing that looks like it could be used as ballast for an Imperial-class.

“How would you rate your team-mate’s performance during the mission?” He asks mildly.

Did I leave you in suspense?

>>43061767
>he keeps trying to off us and make us look terrible by numbers all so he can get Quint kicked out

>we're stopping him from succeeding

Damn.

>>43061752
This is a test. These fuckups are the proctors messing with us.
Why haven't you figured that out yet?

>>43061773
>You’re standing on front of his desk

Best mental image ever.

>>43061773
That was one intense simulation

>>43061773

Are we supposed to write in here?

>>43061821

Battles are hardly ever a prance through the posies.

Unless you count that one battle through the posy field. What a horrid battle.

>>43061773
"Aside from a miscommunication incident, I believe my team did the best they could to succeed in the mission despite numerous mechanical failures."

>>43061808
In my defence, this is my third thread in a row.

>>43061821
You're telling me! I fucking improvised this entire thing am as surprised as you are.

Also, some options if you guys aren't sure.
>Report Quint's insubordination.
>Report Tons's incompetence.
>Cover for your team. (One or both)
>Write-in encouraged.

>>43061851
seconded

>>43061821
From what our character noted, and our lieutenant confirmed, this scenario is considered one of the hardest scenarios in the entire simulation library.

My guess is that it's supposed to be a Kobayashi Maru scenario, and the techs check the simulator to make sure you didn't disable any of the things that are supposed to go wrong.

>>43061851

This. We made the best of a bad situation

>>43061854
I certainly hope real imperial ships don't malfunction that much.

>>43061773
>wroshyr-wood
Fancy. Now on to business.
At this point I feel that harshly punishing Quint would break team coherency now that he has mellowed out and accepted our command position. But at the same time, we have to ensure that he doesn't pull any similar stunts.
A non-official and not too humiliating punishment seems to be in order. I suggest pranking him with the other students.

>>43061854
This >>43061851

>>43061773
fun fact : This is Guy Sinner, the voice of the mission control for the TIE-figther games.
>Did I leave you in suspense?
The worst was the double failure near the frigate, but otherwise it's quite good, considering you didn't came with apremade scenario.

>“How would you rate your team-mate’s performance during the mission?” He asks mildly.
Exemplary, be it in terms of bravery or capability. (anyways you were the commander, so their eventual failure would be your failure. Crew cohesion, oh !)

I can't really fault Tons here. His console was rigged to burst into FLAMES right in his face, and there's really no way to fix a ruptured torpedo tube from inside the ship.

>>43061854

>“How would you rate your team-mate’s performance during the mission?” He asks mildly.

My response? "Take a look at my crotch and the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer in my trousers then ask me that question again."

>>43061773
>>43061854

We should mention problems with Tons and Quint, but phrase it in a way as to cover them. Like they weren't certain of us as a leader or our tactics or in such a sub-optimal scenario but you feel like given the results any problems should be smoothed over. They did the best they could in their own ability - experience will do the rest.

I mean, they should have recorded the whole thing, it's the Empire, so now they're asking us how we feel about shit. Hell, they probably record us in our bunks and in our 'freshers to make sure we're not doing something against regs.

>>43061854
This >>43061851

>>43061854
>Write-in encouraged.
Recommend Zeta leader for its teamwork.
Otherwise cover for both; I'd prefer to resolve those issues in private.

>>43061854
>>Report Quint's insubordination.
>>Report Tons's incompetence.

>>43061967
>I mean, they should have recorded the whole thing, it's the Empire, so now they're asking us how we feel about shit
Of course they're asking us about it.
It's to see how much and how well we can bullshit, and if any of that shit obviously contradicts what happened, and if such contradiction could flow uphill to become a problem to whoever we're put under.

>>43061854
Cover for both, praise zeta leader, if anything, imply that we need to get gud rather than them being at fault

>>43062007
How was the proctors for the test setting Tons' console on fire, setting the torpedoes to detonate prematurely, and then setting the console on fire AGAIN, a sign of incompetence?

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>>43061851
+1 vote.

>>43061854
>Report Tons's incompetence.

You meet the Captain’s gaze, and his eyes seem to bore right through yours. You know you are going to have to be very careful about how you phrase this. You clear your throat.
“Given the situation sir, I feel that my team-mates worked well. We suffered multiple technical difficulties that bordered on the disastrous, but we worked through them as a team. I won’t deny that we still have some things to work through before we’re a truly cohesive unit but we –are- working through it and, as you can see, it hasn’t impacted adversely on our performance. We wiped the field, just like you asked.” You keep your expression neutral, but it is impossible to hide a small hint of satisfaction from your voice.

“I’d also like to mention Zeta Leader, sir. His Squadron was punching far above their weight and recovered quickly from the brink of disaster. I look forward to working with him again. That is all, sir.” The Captain allows the corner of his lip to tug upwards into a small, mysterious little smile. He holds your gaze, then slowly rises up to his feet. He sets down his datapad on the desk, and nods his head in agreement.
“We do like to play little pranks on our cadets during the last examination. It gives us old fogies a little bit of fun.” He admits bluntly, his smile widening. “Not that it stopped you. Your performance speaks for itself, and you did complete all your objectives and survive. Besh Flight has passed the final examination.” He picks up his datapad and hands it to you.

1/2

“Congratulations, Ensign. The graduation ceremony will not be until tomorrow, but I can say that your entire flight is graduating from Vensenor with top marks.” You look down at the datapad, and what you see causes your jaw to drop a little. It appears that your flight has received quite a few offers for MOS’s and postings. You look back up in time to see that the Captain is holding out a hand to shake. You take his hand in a firm grip. “I always knew you’d make us proud, Ensign Otto. Dismissed – the rest of the day is yours.”

You salute him, and he returns the salute. You leave the office, and your team is in the waiting room. Tons is, of course, going through the after-action reports and taking notes. Amusingly enough, Quint and Tadia are chatting freely about the mission, clearly still riding the adrenaline high. Well, Corellians are typically more tolerant of aliens, you guess. The three look up at you expectantly. It is, of course, Quint who speaks up first.

“Well, glorious leader? How’d we do?”

You simply toss your datapad to him. His whoop of triumph could probably be harnessed by the Geonosians for a new sonic cannon.

How will you celebrate?
>No time for that. We’ve got to figure out which of these offers to accept.
>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
>Back to the sims – it’s about time we proved to Quint and Tadia that they are far from the best pair of pilots on the ship!

>>43062256
>dickbutt

>>43062266
>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
Even the Empire has a human side.

>>43062266
>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
this with a bit of this>No time for that. We’ve got to figure out which of these offers to accept.
the next morning

>>43062266

Well, we should celebrate, but let's let our "crew" have a little input. We're all the same rank now, after all. Drinks in the mess with the other cadets, or a rousing round of TIE simulator tourney.

Personally, I think it'd be interesting if we're in a line officer track because we need of [daddy things], but likes flying fighters because it's fun and he's good at it - but we won't stop with just a fighter command

>>43062266
>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
Gotta counteract that adrenaline with some downers. Also mull over MOS's while there.

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
Party with Zeta

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.

>>43062266
>>Back to the sims – it’s about time we proved to Quint and Tadia that they are far from the best pair of pilots on the ship!

>>43062322
and
>>43062323
lets get some drinks with Zeta.

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>>43062266
>Otto

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>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.


I think our crew deserves it.

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.
Russel up as many members of Zeta as we can and buy them a round as well.

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.

As long as we don't go over board and make us late to our graduation, we earned it.

>>43062383
and then we find out that zeta flight is a bunch of graduated pilots that were there to bail us out or the captains kid

>>43062266
>>Head down to the mess hall for some well-earned drinks.

>>43062402
Ha all the more reason to ingratiate ourselves.

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TO THE PUB IT IS. Writing now.

Normally, after you are done with the day’s duties, Quint suggests that the team head down to the mess hall for some booze and possibly even some Pazaak (for some reason, he doesn’t consider Sabaac a real card game). Normally, the entire rest of the squad shuts him down because there’s always work to be done. This time, things are different. There’s no work to be done at all. You’ve passed your final exam, managed to not get kicked out and you didn’t even get blown up into simulated space dust. Despite what feels like the best efforts of the universe.
“Sooooo, mess hall? C’mon guys, I’ll even buy the first round.” Quint asks.

His reaction when you reply with a “Sure, sounds like fun,” is priceless. If his jaw dropped any more, you’d have a hull breach on your hands. Again. Tadia nods her head. “Well, I suppose it is a special occasion.” He admits. Tons simply nods. As the four of you head down to the bar, Quint tries to get Tons to come out of his shell a little. “C’mon fella, don’t be like that. That stunt with the wires – classic. I know my way around tech and even I can’t tell if you fixed the ship or rigged the sim.” He jokes, an arm draped lazily around Tons’s shoulders. Since you were the first flight to run through the test, you’re easily the first flight to make it back to the mess hall.

The cook, a grizzled old clone called Flames, greets you all with a broad smile as you enter the mess hall. “Well if it isn’t my favourite flight! Are you here to celebrate, or to drown your sorrows?” He asks. You know the odds. There are 120 cadets in your class at Vensenor, and only 10% of pilots make it through flight training. A full hundred cadets are not going to be celebrating today, transferred to other, more boring tasks within the Empire. Not you, though. Not today.

“You doubt me? You cretin, I thought you had more faith than that!” Quint mock-jeers, and is met with a mug of Corellian dark ale and a chuckle from Flames. He turns to you. “So, Ensign Otto now, is it? What’ll it be, kid?”

>Something strong – we’re here to party!
>Something light – want to keep a clear head.
>Something different – today marks a great change.

I absolutely suck at character interaction and dialogue. Sorry in advance fellas.

>>43062589
>>Something strong – we’re here to party!

>>43062589
>Something different – today marks a great change.

>>43062589
>Something light – want to keep a clear head.

>>43062574
>>Something light – want to keep a clear head.
>>Something different – today marks a great change.
gibe me something new for a new page in life though not too heavy

>>43062610
>>43062605
>>43062599
Cheers cunts ;^)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>43062589
>>Something strong – we’re here to party!
Alcohol resistance level is to be determined. Rolling for Ton's level

>>43062589
>>Something light – want to keep a clear head.

>>43062619

Seconded

>>43062589
>Something different – today marks a great change.
24h later, you awake in an unknown bed, at Hutt at your side

Besides, keep a clear head, we still have to choose our affectation.

>>43062589
>Something different – today marks a great change.
The blood of a virgin.
On the rocks.

>>43062589
>>Something strong – we’re here to party!

Work hard, party hard.

>>43062589
>>Something different – today marks a great change.

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>>43062574
>>43062589

>Something different – today marks a great change.

Strong but slightly exotic it is. Writing.

Also, going to have to call it a night soon. I'm starting to get a little wiped.

>yfw we get issued TIEs after graduation.

>>43062589
>I absolutely suck at character interaction and dialogue. Sorry in advance fellas.


"We only do well in what we're trained for."
Go on, you can only get better (plus you aren't bad, for now).

>>43062589
>>Something different – today marks a great change.
Space absinthe.

>>43062735
>Also, going to have to call it a night soon. I'm starting to get a little wiped.

Sure, stop whenever you think you have to. You've done 3 threads on your first day on the job.

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You consider your options for a moment, then shrug your shoulders. Why not? “Tell you what, Flames old boy, give me something I haven’t tried before. Something exotic.” The old clone taps his nose with a finger and winks. “I’ve got just the thing sir, won’t be a moment.” He takes orders from Tons and Tadia – Tons orders a Corellian dark ale like Quint, whereas Tadia has an Alderaanian cider. Apparently, even when celebrating she’s going to be cautious. Hopefully she doesn’t decide to report you for something or another later. That would put a real downer on your day. Getting tortured by the ISB is always a bit of a party pooper.

Flames comes back with the drinks, including something deep red in a long, thin glass. “Now this is something special. Been hiding this for a while now. Zeltronian spiced wine. Smooth as the action on a DC-17 – and with the same kind of kick.” He offers you the glass, and you take it with a nod of thanks. The four of you raise your glasses. “For the Empire!” You cheer, before clinking your glasses against each other and downing them. Flames isn't wrong, the heat hits you like you danced on detonite, but it doesn't burn until it's already in your stomach. Quint is already fetching out a Pazaak deck from his belt pouch, but before he can offer anyone a game, the mess hall door opens, and the four pilots of Zeta Flight (no longer a squadron, now the sim is over) saunter in, clearly full of good cheer.

Their leader, a young, blonde-haired fellow seeks breaks ranks from the rest of his team and heads over towards you. “Besh flight, right?” He asks, holding out a gloved hand to shake. His accent is pure Valahari, deep and resonant. The man cracks a smile as you shake the offered hand. “Ensign Turr Phennir. You really saved my backside out there. Let me buy you a drink…?” He pauses as he tries to remember your name. Looks like you’re going to have to introduce yourself.

>WHAT IS YOUR FIRST NAME?

>>43062874

Malal Stele

>>43062874
Fearghus

>>43062874
Venus

>>43062874

Splearqluip

>>43062874
Gilahd

>>43062898
Seconding

>>43062874
Valerian

>>43062898
Thirdan

>>43062898
Venus as a first name? For a guy?

>>43062916

Second

>>43062898
Isn't that a girl's name?

>>43062874
>Matic, Otto Matic

>>43062916
Nice references. +1

>>43062874
Malal

>>43062923

Yeah, we're a dude

>>43062916

Second

>>43062898
Going with this.

>>43062916
Thirding

>>43062898
Seconded

>>43062916
Sounds good
>>43062874

>>43062916
Dropping my Bismark vote to support this.

>>43062898
third

>>43062874
>>43062916
This

>>43062874
Galvin
>>43062903
is also good.

>>43062898
Dropping my other vote for this

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>>43062874

Oh hey, we just bailed one of the top tier Imp pilots of all time out of a rough exam.

>>43062930
>Isn't that a girl's name?
Yes, yes it is.
I'm not really sure why these guys are voting for it. It's funny once, but if you have to actually live with it, it gets old real fast.

>>43062874
I'm >>43062883

changing vote to: >>43062916

>>43062970
Joke stayed funny long enough in DBZ Human Quest, but after one quest with it I want to avoid that a second time.

>>43062916

Thisun

>>43062916

8thing. Or 9thing. Whatever number it is now.

>>43062874
Valerian

>Valerian
Seriously?
The one and only Emperor to be such a complete screwup that he got his ass captured by a foreign king?
And you want to be named the same as him?

>>43063043

you want to be named venus instead?

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>>43063043
Personally, I was more thinking about the badass space hero from the franco-belgian comic.

>>43063048
This is the case for Valerian in my book. Though I'm pretty sure there is samefags on both sides.

I would still prefer Bismarck to either, but I'm picking the shinier of two turds.

>>43063048
We've got plenty of good alternatives, if you'd just bother to change to them.

But no, most players are too lazy to do that and have probably already left after voting.
So I guess we deserve to be named after a fucking screwup.

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>>43062916
Best option.

>>43063088

Or we could just be named for the root the name comes from. Just because two things have the same name doesn't mean one is "named after" the other.

FFS people, it's just a name. Valerian is fine for me, but if it's such a problem I'v got a very easy solution:
http://www.dimfuture.net/starwars/random/generate.php
I'd rather get back at the actual adventure.
Got Gerth, BTW.

“Otto. Valerian Otto. Callsign Venus.” You respond. The callsign isn’t one you chose, but one those assholes in Dorn Flight gave you after you set up that trap in your third flight-on-flight fighter sim. It would have worked, too, if Quint hadn’t charged right in and gotten Tadia taken out trying to cover for him. At least you won that fight. Barely. Recognition dawns on Phennir’s face and his smile drops a little. He’s clearly about to ask a question, but after a moment he decides against it. You let out a tiny sigh of relief. “I never woulda thought it was Besh Flight bailing out my behind. I had fifty credits on you turning on each other!” He jokes, and you share a chuckle. A few days ago, and you’d have made the same bet yourself.

You indicate your flight-mates with a wave of your hand. “These are my crew. Elevens Tons, Quint Reth and Tadia Moonstalker.” Tadia simply eyes him cooly, and Tons is more interested in his drink. Quint sandwiches himself in between you and claps a hand on Phennir’s shoulder. “Phenny-boy! I knew you were going to make it, you rascal!” Apparently, the two already know each other. As your flights introduce themselves, time passes and you finish off your drink.

>Who do you want to talk to?

>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.
>Elevens Tons. He’s been your wingmate since day 1.
>Quint. It’s time to have ‘the talk’.
>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.
>Fuck this social shit, let’s look at the job offers!

I had more written up, before I forgot that, hey, you guys are meant to make the decisions, not me!

>>43063119
>>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.

>>43063119
>>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.

>>43063119
>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.

>>43063119
>>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.

>>43063119
>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.

>>43063119
>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.
She did keep things going when the other two were down due to proctor dickery.

>>43063119

>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.

>>43063119
>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.

Let's set ourselves up as an ally and not someone to turn over to ISB

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>>43063119
>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.
>Fuck this social shit, let’s look at the job offers!
We'll have plenty of time to socialize with our crew later.

pic is OP.

>>43063119

Fuck it
>Tadia Moonstalker. She pulled your arse out of the fire.
People are actually voting for this, let's go. Whats your deal, Tadia.

>>43063119
>Phennir. The kid seems allright and it’s always good to have buddies in Flight Branch.

>>43063119
>Fuck this social shit, let’s look at the job offers!
I'm curious if we got a good listing

>>43063260

Just remember, don't take anything marked DS-1 Space Station

>>43063281
>>Elevens Tons. He’s been your wingmate since day 1.
time to break space cadet out of his shell he was good with the electronics try opening with that

if he shoots you down have a quiet word with quint nothing to hard or authoritarian approach him as a friend and an equal and let him know he owes you, and perhaps you can wrangle some mutual debt in a way that will keep you guys cinched together for awhile

>>43063399
>>43063119
to here

Quint and Phennir swap stories, their hands weaving through the air as they visually describe the crazy manoeuvres that they pulled. You even recognize a few of them. Heh, hotshot pilots are all the same. One of Phennir’s flight-mates, a female human with black hair has attempted to strike up a conversation with Elevens Tons. You’re not sure which of the two you feel the sorrier for – Tons is clearly uninterested in conversation, but the pilot isn’t showing any signs of giving up. You take a sip from your drink as the other two of Phennir’s pilots immediately launch into what looks like some kind of bizarre drinking game involving a sabaac deck that is definitely non-regulation.

Your gaze wanders over to Tadia, and her brown eyes meet yours. You raise your glass in a silent salute, acknowledging her role in keeping your team from succumbing to the clusterkriff that was your mission in your own way. She raises her glass in response, the corner of her lip tugging upwards in a smile. She then turns her attention back to the datapad held in her gloved hands, clearly looking over the listing offers your flight has received. Message received and understood. You decide after a moment to see how the hotshots are doing. You wander over to Phennir and Quint. Phennir is leaning back against the counter, taking a sip from what looks like Alderaanian red wine.

1/2

>>43063419

“Speaking of stunts.” He chortles as you arrive. “I saw that trick you did with the Frigate. Not exactly what I’d call textbook.” He observes drily, apparently having recovered some of his composure with the mission over. He tilts his head to the side and his gaze flicks upwards as he searches for the right word. “Inspired, I’d say.” He decides after a moment. “I’ve seen the Otto’s Cobra done before, but never on sensors only. Very nicely done.” He raises his glass, and you clink yours against his.
“So, Phennir, what do you think of those new TIE Advanced prototypes they’re rolling out?” You ask, naturally dropping into shop talk. He shrugs his shoulders. “Shields and life support is nice and all, but all that weight, slowing you down.” He curls his lip in distaste. “Give me speed over protection any day. I trust my ability to dodge.” He winks. “What about you? You a clunky old gunboat driver by choice, or are you more of a speed freak?”

>I like armour. Dodging only gets you so far.
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
>I plan to someday ascend to Speed Valhalla.

>>43063431
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.

>>43063431
>I plan to someday ascend to Speed Valhalla.

>>43063431
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.

>>43063431
>I AM AWAITED IN SPEED VALHALLA

>>43063431
>>I plan to someday ascend to Speed Valhalla.

>>43063431
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
Hit them hard, hit them quickly, hit them for afar.

>>43063431
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
the best defense is unstoppable offense

>>43063431
>>I like armour. Dodging only gets you so far.
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.

I won't lie I dreamed about being in a tie but the rush of power as your boat decapitates a larger ship is something else that and I don't have to worry about getting sneezed at.

>>43063431
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
Heavy firepower

>>43063431
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.

You can dodge 100% of the shots they can't make because they're dead.

>>43063431
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
When it comes down to it there are things that a fighter can kill, and very well, and there's things you need artillery for. You fighter jocks got the speed department covered. Something big enough to house a decent gun usually comes with enough armor for a scrap anyway.

>>43063431
>I like armour. Dodging only gets you so far.
Even Imperial Navy planners eventually realized that it was more cost effective to keep pilots alive with expensive space superiority fighters than expend them like cheap ammo.

Besides, the TIE Advanced and Defender actually have HIGHER speeds than the LN and Interceptor.

>>43063431
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
Overwhelming DPS trivializes all encounters.

>>43063536
Defender isn't a thing yet mate. Not even the Interceptor is around.

>>43062747
Fuck you the Green Fairy is a myth vermouth is as effective is that shit

>>43063431
>>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.


MAXIMUM FIRE POWER!

>>43063431
>Give me guns. All the fancy moves don’t mean a thing if I fill every inch of space with plasma.
MORE DAKKA

>>43063552
What about stuff like the TIE Bomber or some old Arc-170s?

>>43063552
Yeah, there's no way the character would know that. I meant it as commentary for the other players to not take Phennir's comment about the Advanced being slower than the regular TIE fighter as completely true.
The Advanced is only slightly less maneuverable, but it has shields, better top speed and acceleration, and a missile launcher.

>>43063561
Look I'm always on the absinthe-doesn't-cause-hallucinations side of this obnoxious argument, but if you think olive wine is in any way comparable to a high proof herbal spirit then you should probably keep your spectacularly uninformed opinion to yourself.

You allow a smug little grin to twist your face. “Speed did not decapitate a frigate in a single hit.” You inform Phennir, taking a sip of your spiced wine (oh hey, everything’s warmer now). “Nine concussion missiles right into the bridge did. Speed is all well and good, armour is nice, but firepower is what wins wars.” It reminds you of an adage your uncle the General used to tell you, back when you were young. “Infantry wins firefights, walkers win battles. Artillery wins wars.” Of course your uncle told you that – the man’s always been an artilleryman.

>>43063552
Wait, the TIE Advanced that we're talking about is the TIE Advanced x1, right? Not the TIE Advanced that became the TIE Avenger?
Because the TIE Advanced/Avenger came after the Interceptor.

>>43063751


Phennir scoffs, engaging in good-natured banter. “Very true, but you’d never have been able to pull that off without evading those nine missiles. And a collision.” He’s got a point, and Quint nods sagely, even though he was flat on his Corellian arse when the actual evasion took place. “Course, I’d have done it with more style…” He interjects, only to be greeted with a little gigglesnort of laughter from Tadia, who is clearly listening in. “What a shame you were too busy being dragged out of a slagged cockpit.” She chides him gently, her voice carrying obvious traces of amusement. Quint’s face turns a little red, and he returns to his drink.

“Tell you what, Turr. You run rings around the enemy, and I’ll put a concussion missile or nine right up their exhaust port while they’re distracted.” The younger man grins and takes a sip from his wine. “I’ll drink to that. Always good to have friends with artillery.” Looks like the two of you are going to get along just swimmingly. Quint jumps back in with another tall tale, but you’ve little stomach for the boasting of hotshots.

You look around. Tadia is at the counter, reading the datapad, her drink almost untouched beside her. She allows herself a little smile every now and then as Phennir, Quint or the twins (holy nine hells of Corellia, they actually are twins) says something amusing. Tons appears to be almost talking back, occasionally nodding as his new friend natters on about something or another. Well, the day’s still young. Time for a little more fun before it’s srs bizniss time.

>Talk to Tadia. She doesn’t really seem to be taking part in the festivities.
>Time to tell Quint what a colossal douche he is. Riiight in front of his buddy.
>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

That paragraph looked bigger in word. I'm starting to slow down a little methinks.

>>43063716
>>43063561
My experience with absinthe was that of a more lucid sort of intoxication, but I've certainly never seen things. Just done a bunch of regrettable things because I thought my head was clearer than it was.

>>43063773
>Talk to Tadia. She doesn’t really seem to be taking part in the festivities.

>>43063781
Bingo.

>>43063770
We're actually talking about the Prototype from Rebels. Vader's X1 isn't really common knowledge amongst rookies on the outer rim.

>>43063781
I drunk absinthe once. Next day, I had a fuzzy head and a new job at a strip joint. Still not sure how I managed that.

>>43063773
>Other
Talk with Flames, get some stories out of him of the Clone Wars and the big fleet engagements.

>>43063773

>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

Wingman.

Plus I think we're getting a little buzzed to talk to Tadia, we'd hate to end up in a punitive detail right after graduation.

>>43063773
>>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

Literal Wingman time

>>43063773
>Talk to Tadia. She doesn’t really seem to be taking part in the festivities.
Let's look at those offers together

>>43063751
>There are two kinds of people : Artillerymen, and targets.
>Artillery adds dignity to what would otherwise be an ugly brawl.
I've played to much Airland Battle.

>>43063773
>>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

>>43063773
>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.
If he doesn't want the brunette lets steal her.

>>43063773
>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

yes this nothing gets a guy interested like a pretty woman and talking shop

>>43063847
Fighter pilots are easy as hell too

>>43063781
Did you drink it pure ? You're supposed to add sugar and water to it.

>>43063773
>>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

>>43063773
>Talk to Tadia. She doesn’t really seem to be taking part in the festivities.
Plus, we can scout those offers she's been reading.

>>43063810
I am now imagining you in a speedo with shaved huevos

>>43063874
Sure, I poured the first few shots over a sugar cube. Then I got bored of doing that.

>>43063857
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/34509156/images/1409470920404.gif
You mean like this?

>>43063857
We could always use another fighter pilot

>>43063917
>Not using flight suits in your routine.
>Not refusing to perform to anything that isn't metal.
>Not incorporating PLOT TWISTS.

Also, pfft, sneaky hat technique is best technique.

>Back to typing for me.

>>43063943
Obviously Sleepy

>Time to see if you can help Phennir’s wingman break Tons out of his shell.

Let's give a help to our wingman

You spot Tons and his new companion at the far end of the bar and allow yourself a small grin. The man looks so uncomfortable that he might as well be wearing a Huttese dancing girls’ outfit. Whether it’s due to nerves around a woman or his usual antisocial nature, you can’t for the life of you tell. You’re not as good as reading people as your mother was. You turn to Flames and nod to the two. “I’ll pay for another round for them.” You order, leaning your elbow as you watch the two. Flames catches on pretty quick for a clone, and chuckles. “I see you take your wingman job literally.” He jokes as he grabs a pair of fresh transparisteel mugs from the rack.

“So, are you going to tell me the Geonosis story? They ran us through the Gizor scenario today.” You ask, wondering if you can finally get the one story that Flames has been reluctant to tell out of him. He hands you the glasses and winks. “Maybe later, kid. Your wingman’s picked up a tail.” He speaks in fighter jock slang, a language as old as any. You take the glasses with a nod of thanks and saunter over. You catch some of the conversation as you approach.
“But Ensign Phennir insists that the SFS Ps-4 is a superior design to the Cygnus 4K7! I mean, I know that Sienar designs have better efficiency, but Cygnus can’t be beat when it comes to pure thrust-to-weight ratio!” The pilot insists, clearly outraged that her flight leader dare have such a blasphemous opinion.

Your wingmate, ever the stud, mumbles something along the lines of. “Buy Cygnar for style, buy Sienar for substance.” Oh, sweet Emperor, no. You got here just in time. You place the two glasses on the counter and pull up a stool next to your wingmate, on the far side of the female pilot. “You telling our friend about the trick you pulled with the fire control system, Tons?” You ask, nudging your wingmate with an elbow. At the mention of fire control systems, his new friend acquires a target lock and zeroes right in on him. “Oooh, you know your way around a Sienar targeting computer?” She asks.

Emperor save us, she’s a tech nerd. She's got a target lock and it looks like Tons is doing everything he can to break it. The man needs your help.

What is your strategy, ensign?

>Talk up his exploits.
>Try to deflect the conversation to the woman.
>Ask opinions on your little ‘argument’ with Phennir.
>Write-in.

>>43064125
>>Try to deflect the conversation to the woman.

>>43064125
>Talk up his exploits.

He's just being shy.

>>43064125
>>Try to deflect the conversation to the woman.

>>43064125
>Talk up his exploits.

>>43064125
>>Talk up his exploits.
time to wingman though seriously if it wasn't for him we would have failed the mission disastrously he needs some good praise

>>43064125
>>Talk up his exploits.

As well as his ingenuity and his ability to react in a pinch. If this was implied, sorry but "exploits" seemed a bit vague.

>>43064210
And this

>>43064125
>>Ask opinions on your little ‘argument’ with Phennir.

>>43064125
>Talk up his exploits.

Fire alarm's going off. Back in a bit.

>>43064308
rip wibbles was a fun quest

>>43064308
The curse is stepping up its game

>>43064308
the fire rises

>>43064110
>Write-in

Know his way? While i was all worried on the ship once our turrent let us down, same time i see is this guy reaches down under the main desk hotwirring somethin and the dead turrent came back to life. If it wasn't for it we would be scrap metal in the simulator, I don't know what he did there, but it saved us.

False alarm. One of the tenants apparently decided to smoke weed in his apartment or something. Fuckin' idiot.

Now, where was I?

>>43064495
Moron you're supposed to disable the alarm first or at the very least do the dryer sheet trick

>>43064495

Tons was being wimpy and everyone wants to talk up his game, and be his wingman.

>>43064495
And that's why drugs are bad kids. They fuck with other people's sleep and fun.

>>43064495
At least you're okay.

You finally get a decent look at the pilot. Her black hair is curly and a little unruly. Fluffy, you might call it. You’re amazed that she can even fit it into the issued TIE pilot helmet, and you secretly suspect it might be an entire centimetre longer than regulation standard! Everything else about her is prim and proper, except for a little splash of oil on her pale, freckled face. Her blue eyes stare at Tons with something bordering on giddy excitement as he mumbles. “I guess.” Well, you’re not going to have any of that! “Just Sienar comps? Utter cooloowhallop! You’re looking at the second-highest rated marksman in the entire class and the only one certified on every fighter-level weapon the Empire produces.”

It’s a little bit of a boast, but it’s true nonetheless. At least, if you don’t include anything classified, still in the prototypes stages or flown by Lord Vader. If there’s one thing that you and Tons agree on, it is a love of unadulterated firepower. It’s why you went straight for the Skipray instead of the TIE Fighters for the final examination. “So there we were, no osik. Fire control is down, main ion cannon is slag and our torpedo tubes are shredded. The turret finally goes dead, and what does this hero of the Empire do? He just reaches under the fire control console, casual as you’d please, and hotwires it. Not only was the turret fixed, it was better! Just ask Tadia, the damn thing tracked faster, acquired faster and fired faster too.

>>43064722
Awww, they do care!

1/2 (or maybe 3)

You clap a hand on Ton’s shoulder, and he shrugs his shoulders. “Eh.” He sums up his opinion of the situation with a single snort. “Not like we were using the missile guidance system anyway.” He adds, taking a sip from his drink. His expression matches his complexion – dark. Stars, he really does think he didn’t make a positive contribution to the team. This goes deeper than simply shyness around a woman, and you’ll not allow such pessimism on your flight. “Nonsense! You know what we’d have been without that turret? Unarmed. Actually unarmed. You know what they call an unarmed vessel in a naval battle? Wreckage.” The fuzzy-haired starship nerd beside him nods her head vehemently. “I heard about the malfunctions the simulator staff planted. I doubt I’d have thought to patch the missile guidance system into the turret fire control before we were scrap metal.”

That did it. She’s definitely impressed now. Tons shrugs his shoulders. “I suppose it was quick.” He allows with a small smile. “I mean, not as slick as Venus pulling an Otto’s Cobra blind, or Tadia dragging Quint from a decompressing cockpit without the benefit of a flight suit. But it’s a start.” He takes a deeper sip from his drink, before he realizes that you have absolutely no idea who the pilot is. “Oh, right.” He says after an awkward pause. “Nora Scorpio, this is Valerian Otto, our flight lead. Boss, this is Nora Scorpio, Phennir’s wingmate.” You hold out a hand to shake, and she takes it.

>>43064767
>with a small smile. “I mean, not as slick as Venus pulling an Otto’s Cobra blind, or Tadia dragging Quint from a decompressing cockpit without the benefit of a flight suit. But it’s a start.” He takes a deeper sip from his drink, before he realizes that you have absolutely no idea who the pilot is. “Oh, right.” He says after an awkward pause. “Nora Scorpio, this is Valerian Otto, our flight lead. Boss, this is Nora Scorpio, Phennir’s wingmate.” You hold out a hand to shake, and she takes it.
“Any friend of Tons’ is a friend of mine.” You greet her warmly. She returns the smile and the handshake. “Oh. OH. You’re Bismarck’s son. That explains everything.” She doesn’t even notice as your smile drops a little at the mention of your martyred father. Tons does, and in a rare show of initiative he covers for you.
“So, Nora, what kind of offers has Zeta Flight gotten? We managed to get one from Imperial Customs, of all people.” He lets out a little scoff, either astonished or a little disgusted, you can’t tell which. Nora positively beams. “We’ve been offered a posting out in the Galov sector with the 603rd Fighter Squadron. Promises a lot of action, and Rothana Engineering isn’t far from there.” She turns to face you.
“What about you, Ensign Otto? Any thoughts about where you’d like to end up?”

>Fighter Corps: I’d like to have a cockpit to myself for a tour.
>Imperial Customs: Chasing down pirates and smugglers sounds like a bit of fun.
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.
>Other/Write-in?

>>43064780
>>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

>>43064767
>Otto’s Cobra blind

Aw shit, Daddy has a move named after him.

>>43064780

>Fighter Corps: I’d like to have a cockpit to myself for a tour.

I can't not fighters. I make no apologies. I feel the need.

>>43064780
>>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.
Not enough Dakka

>>43064780
>>Fighter Corps: I’d like to have a cockpit to myself for a tour.
Probably gonna be the only one voting for this one but damnit I just wanna play a fighter pilot.

>>43064780
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.
Maybe a patrol or carrier group. Something to let me shoot higher

>>43064780
>>Imperial Customs: Chasing down pirates and smugglers sounds like a bit of fun.
>>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

I can't decide while it would be cool to climb up the ranks in the navy there is also something about having that one smuggler buddy that you let through that one time cause he covered your ass

>>43064780
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

GO BIG

OR GO HOME BABY

>>43064780
>Fleet: "As I told Phennir, 'firepower is what wins wars'. Though I wouldn't be opposed to a fighter, if I'm with the right squadron."

>>43064780
>Imperial Customs: Chasing down pirates and smugglers sounds like a bit of fun.
It may not have as much glory or prestige as Fleet, but you have to admit that it'll always keep you on your toes with the tricks that the smugglers and pirates come up with.
Of course, it'll also make our opinions of people nosedive as we have to deal with the scum of the galaxy and see what they do to good honest folk.

>>43064780
>Fighter Corps: I’d like to have a cockpit to myself for a tour.

>>43064829
>we run into the Falcon multiple times, and no matter what we do it always manages to slip away

>>43064780
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes
The most unexplored part of starwars, the ships that actually win battles

>>43064838

>That fucker Han Solo dumps his cargo, so we can't prove it's his, end up with no arrest sitting on a few kilos of spice

>>43064838
Give me the Falcon over the Outrider any day of the week. At least Han won't open up on you with a heavy laser THROUGH AN ASTEROID for shits and giggles.

I'm not salty. Not at all.

Rexler deserved better.

>>43064838
>we're the one Star Destroyer that gets so close to actually catching him that we force Solo to dump his cargo of Spice

>>43064780
>>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

>>43064780
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

Battlecruiser operational.

So why do you guys hate fighters so much? It just seems that most of the time a Star Wars quest happens to be Imperial tg goes for fleet?

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>>43064863
>mfw

>>43064883
Disposable pilots.

Also, Empire is all about Star Destroyers.

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>>43064863

I believe that in the Han Solo Trilogy it was a Customs Frigate or Customs Corvette - I don't remember which.

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>>43064893

That's the frigate, this is the Corvette model

>>43064883
because tg wants to be thrawn or tarkin

I want to Captain a Lancer. That is my only opinion.

>>43064891
That's fucking bullshit. Imperial pilots aren't disposable. That's just EU nonsense that just makes the rebellion seem more heroic.

>>43064883
I love Ties man, but they are really shit, not counting the new models. Which haven't been made yet

>>43064922

That is true, we'd either get stuck on test pilot duty - or we'd be performing entanglements in a TIE/LN or TIE/ss

But I still cannot deny - I feel the need. the need for speed

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>>43064780
>Fleet: Fighters are a little too small for my tastes.

Superior fire power baby.

>>43064883
Force Projection. It's better to run a carrier eventually, though the Empire doesn't have dedicated carriers like we do. Imagine how frightening the Empire would be if they advanced past the tactics of a Mahanian naval combat theory?

>>43064936
go for a carrack, then. it has the fucking thrust:wight of a fucking X-wing but it's bigger than a neb-B

>>43064943
we will make them evolve some back door deals a battle group of old venators and we will introduce carrier tactics to the empire

>>43064943

Actually, in Legends there are several dedicated carrier classes, usually to house fighter escorts when you don't want to lug a SD around with everything. Those fuckers already field 72 fighters, not counting other support ships.

Also in a retcon, there is also supposedly a SD-sized carrier (Secutor-class) but it's really obscure.

“I was just talking about this with Phennir, actually.” You take a sip from your spiced wine, and are a little surprised that you’re still able to string a sentence together with such eloquence. And that you’re not noticing Nora’s petite figure an- no. Just no. Tons saw her first, you’re wing manning him. It simply wouldn’t do to stab a wingmate in the back like that. Stormtroopers might kriff like Nunas, but the Navy has a CODE, damn it. It takes you a few seconds to realize that your internal monologue cut you off mid-statement, leaving your conversation partners in suspense. You clear your throat. “Ahem, yes, as I was saying. As much as I hate being cooped up in a bridge with these louts, nothing can match the firepower of a capital ship. As I told Ensign Phennir, artillery wins wars.”

You allow yourself a little chuckle, and Tons nods in agreement. “I’m a better gunner than pilot anyway.” He adds, preferring to not have to worry about moving and shooting at the same time. A true sniper, Tons. Good man. “Plus, it feels so satisfying to just say ‘fire’ and unleash the Emperor’s wrath on some poor barve.” You add with a sly grin. You wonder if starship nerds find power attractive. That thought dies along with the earlier one and you come to the awkward realisation that this cadet might not be entirely sober. Rather than risk flying through a minefield, you decide to make a tactical withdrawal. “Anywho, I’ll leave you fine people to it. Remember to be proud – we’re real Navy people now.”

>>43065008
You get up to your feet and WOAH! What the kriff? You were fine before, who turned down the inertial dampeners? You make your way back to the counter, adjusting your footing to compensate for the sway of the deck beneath your feet, and take a seat at one of the stools. Wow, that spiced wine is just like a real Zeltron – seductive, sly, and sneaky enough that you don’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late. You blink a couple of times to clear your vision. Tadia meets your gaze and moves a seat closer. “You allright, skipper?” She asks, using the nickname that she’s always reserved for you. Her voice betrays what might be concern, or maybe just disdain. You can never tell with aliens. Disgusting things. Stupid aliens and their stupid sexy faces.

>Ah’m fine. Jus’ fine. How’re you?
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

>>43065016
>>Ah’m fine. Jus’ fine. How’re you?
>>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

>>43065016
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.

>>43065016
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.

>>43065016
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.

>>43065016
>>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
Nope no sub-human filth is getting into our pants.

>>43065016
>>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.

>>43064996
>>43064957
I actually did know that, but I'm comparing their carriers to ours. The Nimitz carrier can hold over a hundred aircraft. Granted, it can't launch them all at once like Star Destroyers, but it's a third of the length of a one.

>>43065016
>>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
>>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

>Ah’m fine. Jus’ fine. How’re you?
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.
fuckit, do em all

>>43065016
>>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.

>>43065016
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

>>43065016
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION

>>43065035
It's Mirialan sub-human filth. I think that rule JTK allows for green skinned girls with neither shame nor retribution on either party.

>>43065035
but they're just humans with odd pigments and cultural traditions. they're as human as kuatis are

>>43065067
Near-humans are human enough for righteous Imperial dickings, especially if said near-humans are Imperial themselves.

>>43065016
>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
SMELLY
DUMB
XENO
SCUM

>>43065041

Well, an SD is basically an occupation force in a box. 72 slots is just for fighters, she carries another ~30 support vehicles, 50 walkers, a prefab base and carries nearly 10,000 troops as passengers.

But if it makes you feel better, maybe OP would give us a Secutor command, that's 144 dedicated fighter slots.

>>43065035
She's also so patriotic that even the ISB has to tell her to tone it down.
She's Imperial to the core, which is more than can be said for quite a number of humans.

>>43065041

You lot want a carrier, try this baby on for size.

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Imperial_II-class_frigate
Smaller than a Vic, carries way more.

>>43065016
>>Not entirely sober, cap’n. Might ‘ave ta retreat.
>>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

>>43065016
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.

Stupid aliens and they're sexyness.

>>43065016
>OBLIGATORY QUEST FLIRT OPTION.
"Don't worry, Tadia. I was just helping Tons. No ulterior motives with the Zeta flight girl. No need to go green with envy."

>>43065093
Good point. I forgot that the ISD is less a dedicated ship to ship combatant as it is an extremely heavily armed mobile garrison.

>>43065102
I haven't seen a ship that sexy since Errant Venture ot Night Caller.

>Not entirely sober.
>Tasteful flirting.

Writing now.

>>43065148

>"Hey Tadia, wanna go back to quarters and... watch some "Face" Loran holos with me?"

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>43065091
speaking of xeno what brand of xeno is she?

>>43065181
The natural twenty kind, evidently.

Holy heck.

>>43065181

>20

The delicious kind obviously.

>>43065181
This is now canon.

She is a stupid sexy alien. Well done anon.

>>43065181
The green kind with the cute facial tattoos.

>>43065148
>Tasteful flirting.
I was just going to recommend that

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>>43065181
It's mentioned in the first thread. Talia is a Mirialan, a Near-Human species that's human enough to serve as an Imperial.

>>43065202
isn't she already, though?

>>43065217
I wouldn't now, anon. I don't go for filthy subhumans.

>>43065212
>>43065181
>>43065202

She's apparently high in Agility AND Presence.

And yet with a lower cunning, that makes sense, really.

>>43065217

We're drunk - we might not know what the fuck we're talking about.

>>43065223
>>43065231
It doesn't help that everyone who has ever courted Tadia in the past has disappeared under legal or otherwise mysterious circumstances.

>>43065223
Please. You expect us to believe you didn't indulge during that shore leave on Zeltros?

>>43065251

What happens on Hologram Fun World stays on Hologram Fun World.

>>43065223
So how does that work, anyway?
The Empire is pro-human, and she's a fanatical Imperial, and she's a near-human. What's her deal?

>>43065276

Miralians are all about destiny, or something. The tattoos mark hardships they have to face to reach their goals, so somehow she must have found to be part of the Empire was her fate, or whatever. Probably why she's so zealous. She has to overcome a lot to get to where the cosmos says she should be.

>>43065276
Certain near-human species are close enough that the Imperials don't mind recruiting them, like Mirialans or Chiss (though I think the Chiss Hegemony presents its own problems). Yers, the Empire is pro-human, so it's much harder for near-humans to rise the ranks, but it's possible.

It takes you a moment to cobble together a response. Words appear to be dancing around just out of reach. With a little mental gymnastics, you manage something passable. You hope. “Wha? Ohhhhh. No, I’m good. Nothing to worry about. Just helping Tons out. Not makin’ a move on the Zeta gal. No need to, heheh, get green with envy.” Genius, Otto. Absolute genius. Uncle will have a sensible chuckle when he hears that one. Dad would have at least cracked a smile. Tadia, much to your surprise and slight horror, does not take the flirtatious comment so gently.

She simply rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Cute. I don’t even need a comeback, your face is already burning.” Poodoo, is your face really that red? Well, if it wasn’t before, it is now. Shot down like Tons trying to pull a Tallon Roll. You take the rebuke with good grace and nod your head. “Yeh, I deserved tha’. My bad, I ain’t entirely sober. Might turn in fer the night.” You rise to your feet, and find that the ground is nowhere to be found.

Oh, wait, there it is. Hello, floor. What’re you doing slamming me in the face? What did I do to you? You grimace and look up. “Meant to do that.” You insist, but Tadia is simply shaking her head, a bemused smile on her face. She reaches down and tries to lift you up onto your feet, but you’ve been lifting far too much for to have much of a chance with that. “What do you eat, skipper? Mandalorian Iron?” You simply grin in response. “Huh. I didn’t realize your eyes matched your tattoos.” You observe aloud. How did you never notice that?

1/3

>>43065317
After a moment, Flames hops over the counter and takes your other arm, helping Tadia haul you up to your feet. The old clone is a lot stronger than he looks. “You kids play nice. Phennir, if Quint gets into the brandy, break his fingers.” Flames says and nods for Tadia to lead the way. Clearly, he’s taken it upon himself to help you get back to your bunk safely. Damn right he has, you think to yourself. He’s the one who gave you that damned spiced wine. Terrible stuff. You’re never drinking it again. Never.

As the two drag you back to the sleeping quarters, Flames regales the two of you with the story you’ve been waiting for. The Battle of Geonosis. He was there, a bona-fide first generation clone. He tells you about the culture shock, the disgust at how dirty Geonosis is opposed to the ocd cleanliness of Tipoca City. How easy it was to begin to hate the Geonosians who bombarded his brothers from above with their sonic cannons. How he dragged his pod-brother two kilometres to get him to a medic.

He even makes sure to remind you that you’re probably not going to remember this fantastic story. He leaves you in the doorway of your cabin with a salute and a sly grin. Damned old fool. Tadia helps you to your bunk, before realizing she’s never going to get you up onto the top bunk. She pauses for a moment, frowning, before pushing you towards Tons’s bunk instead. You get comfortable under the covers as she tucks you in, and sleepily murmur a thanks. She turns to leave, but you call out.

"No, seriously. Thank you, Tadia. We would never have made it this far without you. Yer a credit to the Empire."

She waves off your thanks. "Please. Someone has to keep these miscreants from tearing each other apart." She scoffs, but as she leaves you can see the smile on her face.

As you drift off to sleep, your last thoughts are "Today was a good day."

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END OF PROLOGUE
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Thanks to everyone for taking part in this little jaunt into that galaxy far, far away. I'll be hosting the next session same time next week, approximately 7am AEST.

I'll stick around until the thread dies to answer any questions, accept any constructive criticism/feedback and generally shoot the shit.

Overall, you cunts did good.

>>43065336

That's not regulation

>>43065317

>“What do you eat, skipper? Mandalorian Iron?”

>"That's my transparisteel leg, ensign"

>>43065317
>we're turning red
Fuck it boys, it's the red-green show for us tonight

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>>43065360
Great quest. Thanks Moff

>>43065341
This was a good end. We didn't get her plotting revenge against us, and we now know her eye color. I'm told that's a solid foundation for a relationship.

Also, hell yes! We're going to be the best junior officers!

>>43065378
>Transparisteel leg.
>TRANSPARISTEEL LEG.

YOU HOPPING MANIC YOU!

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>>43065360
Well thanks for running Moff. I just wanted to be a TIE pilot and all but two people hated it. Also absolutely disgusting flirting with a sub-human. At least hold out for someone better later on.

>>43065388
Yub yub commander!

>>43065388

Matt Wibbles hops on one transparisteel leg

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>>43065384

Resisting the urge to make a WD40/lubrication joke

>>43065341

You did good Wibbles. You dun did good.

>>43065378
Sic Semper Antilles!

>>43065391
We'll see if /tg/ has your self-discipline, Sleepyanon. Will they break the bro code, go for the alium or will they hold out?

Stay tuned to IMPERIAL WAIFU QUEST for more ;^)

>>43065414
Alium. Tg will always go for the degenerate sub-human filth Moff. I however firmly believe in the Emperor's New Order.

>>43065433

I believe in Daala's Empire.

>>43065468
Why not Admiral Pellaeon's?

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Remove Bothan.
Kytos is what's best for you.
Tarkin did nothing wrong.
Iceheart is my waifu.

>>43065485
She didn't die.

>>43065468
Pellaeon for me.
The man led the Empire through everything that got thrown at it and kept it alive.

>>43065468
>>43065483
why not both?
pellaeon's empire is essentially a continuation of daala's that builds on the better policies of hers while dumping some of the more dubious ones

How about instead of aguing which Empire is best why don't we agree even the worst is better than the Old or New Republics?

>>43065541
Give me a Mofference over the Senate any day of the week.

>>43065541

Obviously not if they got beat by a ragtag group of nobodies with no formal military training.

>>43065541
neg. the pre-daala empire was objectively worse than the NR, while the IR was approximately as good, maybe slightly better. all beat the old republic, though