"Welcome to the party"

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"Welcome to the party"

Tue Sep 10, 2013 10:28 pm

The Katheel Military Base on Lohopa II was a busy place. Lopoha II hosted a military shipyard in orbit and its ground and space defenses were impressive by any standard. The Katheel Military Base was one of many military complexes on-world, but it was notable for its size. It sprawled in all direction, practically a city in itself. Within it were housed thousands of New Republic Defense Force personnel of every branch of service. It was both an active military installation and a massive staging area and supply depot.

It was where Brigadier General Artam Loqke was now sitting. Within one of the large blocky buildings he had been given a spartan and cramped but functional office. Normally someone of his rank warranted more, but as he reminded himself, this was exactly what he had wanted. He had traded a spacious office on Coruscant for this, a chance to fly again, with real pilots, and to put his ideas about starfighter strategic doctrine to the test. To that end he had been given a command, a flight suit, and shipped out.

Rank did have a few privileges, he was able to bring in Patriot Squadron as his own personal command. One of the first E-Wing Squadrons ever built, and the squadron that he had called home for several years. Artam was happy to be back in command, even if, more practically speaking, Major Daria Quelly was running the squadron while he focused on the Wing.

Artam was studying his command on a computer screen with tired eyes. The Wing's official TO&E was listed there, as well as some personnel data that he was reviewing for the tenth time. He had a lot of names and faces to learn and fast. Some of the squadrons were exactly what he had wanted from the onset, others not quite so. But that was life, and he was conscious of the fact that he had peeved a few people back on Coruscant who had grown tired of him and now wanted to see results.

They weren't wasting any time either. Just minutes prior, he had received a visit from an Admiral carrying new orders. The Eleventh Fighter Wing, barely a week old as a HQ, let alone an actual combat command, were shipping out. Someone on Coruscant either wanted him to succeed, or to fail, but they wanted it to happen yesterday.

The individual squadrons had already arrived, some just moments earlier, some days earlier. Their starfighters had been tucked away into hangars while ground personnel did their jobs. The pilots had been seen to temporary billets. No one expected them to be there for long. But the ferry flight in had been long for some and it was a chance to rest. For others it was a chance to see the sights on Katheel, which had some impressive recreational facilities for a military posting.

But for the brass, there would be no rest, no time for a smooth transition, there was work to do. And with that in mind, Artam began dispatching couriers.

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Each and mostly separately, the various squadron commanders were paid a visit by a junior ranking technician or a member of the Wing's administrative staff. The couriers saluted and carried simple verbal orders.

"Excuse me sir, but General Loqke wants squadron commanders and execs in his office immediately, I can show you the way."

The "way" led to a squat three story building, not terribly far from a flight tarmac where a Grek-class shuttle was parked. The Wing's name and crest were displayed by the simple front entrance. The outer perimeter security around Katheel was pretty intense, but once you got inside, things were considerably more routine and you could largely come and go as you pleased, especially if you had any real rank on your shoulders. Although the Military Police were definitely visible in their 'roving patrol' landspeeders.

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(OOC: Feel free to detail what you've been doing up to this point. Your squadron might have just landed, or might have been on Katheel as much as seven days causing trouble at the local watering hole. At this junction you know, IC, that you and your squadron have been assigned to this Wing, you know of General Loqke by reputation, and you may know each other and yourselves and your units may have mingled a bit. Beyond that, this is the first time anything has come down from Wing HQ since you arrived.)
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Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:28 am

Krayt squadron had arrived on planet about seven days earlier. The proceeding months had been rather rough, picking the right personnel to fill the roster out hadn't been an easy task. He had been making all the decisions from the start name, colors, craft type. The easiest had been craft type his love of the X-Wing cut to the quick of the matter. The idea behind naming the squadron was to pick something that was fierce and would let their opposition know they were in trouble. He wanted to build a history unlike any other and that included Rogue Squadron. He had a few other choices to make and he knew the color scheme had to be carefully applied within regulations, so he kept it applied to the tail blended in red and black. While making these decisions in between filling his roster spots, mostly with green pilots he would have to train up to being battle ready.

Once he had all the pilots at command he sent them to the simulators with multiple scenarios to complete. He worked them hard for five days at a time, and then gave them forty-eight hours of down time. His concern was about building the unit and getting them to form a bond with each other. His last two steps had been to create the unit patch for the flight suits and the one thing that was a rarity in the entire force. The creation of their own unit coin, once he had the design in place he quickly had one-hundred minted and delivered quickly before they departed. The trip while uneventful left him with time to plan things down to the letter. He wanted certain things to be a surprise to the unit and so he sat down with his maintenance officer and laid out what he wanted done and in what time frame he wanted it done. While the entire unit was on a larger transport he verified their readiness and then had everyone gather for what essentially became a moving unit party en route.

On arrival the first twenty-four hours were spent unloading and ferrying down everything to the surface. Setting up the unit and getting the paint in place on the X-Wings were the first orders of business. D.B. then gave the pilots the rest of the week off pending any possible recall for a mission, it was as the last bits of prep were being completed that they were called to see the General. Turning to his XO "Trumaine on me, Amon make sure the squadron is ready and have Captain Odan recall the pilots." Striding off with Trumaine a military one step behind and to his right boarding the shuttle and joining the other CO's.

OOC: Just as an FYI I'm fine with each of us knowing each other, if the others agree. We can have that well look what was pulled together type of moment.
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Thu Sep 12, 2013 3:59 am

Two weeks had passed since Zukov had returned from Saliria, and here he was back in the thick of it. When the occupation had happened he was on his way to what he considered a refresher course in combat, he'd been teaching at the academy for so long he had almost forgotten what the thrum of a real starfighter felt like as it permeated its way through your whole body. It was good to be back in a real squadron, but Zukov was barely able to get a message off to Katelya that he was alive and ok before he was given orders to command Corsair Squadron. He was able to meet them before shipping out.

He was surprised to see the green recruit he'd flown with now wore a major's insignia and the swagger of a much more confident man. When they met, it was like no time had passed, Spince was older and wiser but he still had a fondness for drinking games. The two spent most of the night before transport making wagers and transferring modest sums of money back and forth when luck abandoned them. They spoke of all that had happened since their days together in Carmine and Gold Squadron.

Once on the transport Zukov became all business, he met with each member of the squadron getting to know them in their own words instead of from a personnel folder. They were a good bunch of pilots, most had been flying together for a few months at the least. Afterwards, on the suggestion of his XO, he participated in a bonding ritual with the rest of the squadron where he laid his hand with the fingers spread out on the table. His Third Flight Leader, Dancer took her hand placed it over his and began to stab the spaces between fingers in a specific order with a vibrodagger and picking up speed as she progressed. By doing so he symbolized that he was placing his life in Dancer's hands. This brought him closer to the pilots. After they arrived he went about meeting with their support staff. He mainly wanted to get a feel for how it was dealing with Chief Triam.

He allowed the pilots quite a bit of leeway when it came to their free time. He'd told them that he didn't want to have to come down to the stockade to pick them up but beyond that they could do what they liked. This was done on the recommendation of his XO Jacen Spince.

Zukov used the several days they were on the base before being called to the Wing Commander's office to re-familiarize himself with the executive workings of a fighter squadron. He was going over the maintenance schedule with Spince when he heard a knock on his office door. A young senior airman told him that General Loqke requested his presence. Standing up he pulled his duty jacket from the back of the chair and put it on over his undershirt. Buttoning the jacket he took a quick look at his XO. "Spread zee vord to head back to quarters. I have a feeling zhis isn't going to be just a social meeting. Zhen meet me outside." Zukov told him. Jacen got on the comlink with several other pilots getting them to track down the others and head back to their temporary billets which unfortunately also served as their ready room. As the younger man exited the building, Zukov saw the cutlass hanging from a black belt behind his old friend and shook his head grinning. "Vow, first time meeting zee General and you're gonna be playing pirate." Zukov said, "You must really vant me to get demoted."

"All part of my master plan, old man." Jacen replied with teasing in his tone. "They give me your job for looking so dashing, and then, Kate can be with a real man." Laughing, the pair headed off in the direction of the General's office. When they reached his office Zukov flipped a switch in his mind, he didn't know how this General wanted things done, but he assumed his old Imperial posture. After many years he'd learned that when dealing with brass, it was best to do things by the book and with military precision to avoid any trouble with them. Generals were normally pretty touchy when it came to military discipline. The senior airmen opened the door for them and Zukov strode through, followed by his XO. He noticed there were several pilots already there. He recognized several and inferred who the others were from the files he'd seen on their squadrons. Crisply saluting the General, he stated. "Commander Zukov and Major Spince, reporting as ordered."
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Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:11 am

(OOC: A heads-up all.

Without going into the gritty details just yet, this adventure will be taking you to the Brak Sector (Known collectively as the Kingdom of Brak).

Three documents of note that you might want to review. The WEG publication "Flashpoint! Brak Sector", my Brak Sector update, and the Garia Planetary System file.

All three of these can be found here:

https://skydrive.live.com/?mkt=en-US#ci ... 569DF3!105

You do not need to be experts on this material, I know its a lot of reading. But I recommend you skim the old book for major pieces of information (the Rebel Alliance "briefing" at the beginning alone tells you a lot, if nothing else, read that), and pay closer attention to the Sector update which brings that Rebel Alliance era info up to date with SWC 20 ABY and also includes things like details on the military in the region. The info on Garia you will want to be the most familiar with, because you are going there.

IC, these will take the form of "reports and intelligence" provided to us along with our deployment and mission orders.)
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Thu Sep 12, 2013 11:14 pm

command.

Turning his attention back to the Wing Commander, Jake did his best to maintain a professional demeanor. "Captains Allard and Vetch, reporting as ordered General."
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Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:38 pm

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Sat Sep 21, 2013 7:05 pm

A burly looking Talz at the back of the room lifts one furry arm, waiting to be acknowledged before letting of a string of questions in his strange hooting language, his translator droid waiting until he's finished speaking before it pipes up to translate for the General, "Commander Amak wishes to know what the current fighting strength of the Garian' Defence Force is, and the realistic capability of the Wing of succeeding against an invasion attempt by hostile forces - he would also like to know what vessels the Kingdom of Brak is believed to be fielding so that he knows whether to instruct Snow Ursa's technicians to install the expanded proton torpedo magazines for expanded bomber duties of the wing's Heavy Assault Fighters."

The Talz nods, indicating his satisfaction with the translation of his questions before sitting back in his seat, the twenty four gunners and pilots of his squadron, all a rather large mix of alien races, with a good number of Talz among them arrayed around him, bearing the blue uniform stripes and Snow Ursa squadron patch on their shoulders.
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Sun Sep 22, 2013 10:03 am

General Loqke answered, "A detailed breakdown of the Garian Self-Defense Force and the Brak Navy are included in your intelligence packets, you can make your planning based on that. These are generalities at best in some cases, especially on the true strength and skill of the Garian forces, I hope to learn more when we arrive. So my advice is to plan for all eventualities. Where we are headed we will...we should...have full maintenance facilities and support, so installing and removing the magazines on Garia should be possible."

General Loqke looked to the broader group as he said.

"As to...as Commander Amak said...our realistic capability of stopping an invasion...Command hopes it won't come to that, and if it does, we will be calling in the Fleet."

The General seemed to pause there a moment. Before he finally said to the squadron commanders and their execs.

"The decision to send us is as much political as military. The Garians were promised some NRDF support and we're it. But the selection of the force sent, the lack of warships for example, is designed to appear non-threatening to the Premier. We are keeping a promise to the Garians, while also trying NOT to give the Premier or the people of Brak reason to fear us."

"Many of you are new to this level of command and authority and you are starting to see the strangeness of it sometimes," General Loqke added. "A young Flight Officer can just salute and fly off, the politics of it all be damned....but not you, not us. We have to worry about the logistics...and the politics...all of it. We are at a level where we do make a difference in such things. When a politician decides to move a Defense Force Fleet into a region, that is as much a political message, mean to be interpretted by those in that region, as much as any military presence. That is true for our command as well. Each of you will have to start thinking and assessing that way, because in situations exactly like this one, it could mean the difference between a shooting war or peace with every command-level decision we make."


OOC: Ben, read the "Brak Sector Update" and "Garia System" files found here:

https://skydrive.live.com/?mkt=en-US#ci ... 569DF3!105
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Sun Sep 22, 2013 3:07 pm

Zukov listened to the briefing and subsequent questions from the other squadron commanders. After hearing the General speak he felt a bit more at ease about their Wing Commander. Taking the datapad that was handed to him he scanned over it while the near-human spoke.

It seemed easy enough, patrol the space around Garia, hope their presence doesn't start an intergalactic incident. Zukov wasn't one of those officers who dealt well with politics, in fact it was one of the things he hated most about his time in the Imperial Starfighter Corps, but he knew they would have to be shining examples once they got to their new base. He'd have a word with his pilots after the main briefing.

When the General asked for questions he was going to ask about reinforcements should they be invaded in full, but it seemed the Talz commander was thinking the same thing. It was good to know there were some good squadron leaders around him. Leaning over to his XO he whispered, "Remind me to see if zee squadron library has some holodisks on learning Talz, I'd rather not trust a translation unit in zee heat of battle."

Other than that he stayed silent throughout the briefing, although he'd only had a chance to skim the info on Garia and the Brak Sector he knew that most of his questions would be answered by it. If he had any more, he would get to them in the main briefing.
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Sun Sep 22, 2013 9:33 pm

Commander Amak's question caught Jakib's attention, and General Loqke's response even more so. The Wing Commander had already said that they'd be calling in the fleet if things got too hot, but the way he said it this time suggested he didn't believe they'd arrive in time if it came to that.

Having already looked at Brak's projected military strength, Captain Allard looked at the datapad and called up the Garian military numbers. He wasn't pleased with what he saw. Headhunters, HLAF's, and customs vessels... not much help. And if High Command is worried about scaring Brak with a large force of ships, how close can a reserve force reasonably be?

That definitely put a whole new perspective on things.

He thought back about all the tough situations his previous squadrons had been placed in, wondering if he'd do as well as Murdoch, Sung or Mead. He wouldn't trade the last four years for anything but he knew they hadn't prepared him for the tough choice's he'd be expected to make. And being under the political microscope as NRDF posterboys for the Republic's newest member planet was also something he was sooo looking forward to. Especially as the leader of the Corps' most dysfunctional squadron.
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