"Garia...Arriving"

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"Garia...Arriving"

Mon Sep 23, 2013 4:49 pm

Personal Letter

TO: Yil Residence, Chandrila

FROM: Flight Officer Suvas Yil, Corsair Squadron

Dear mom and dad,

Well this is it. I barely got settled in with the Corsairs and we're shipping out. We're going to a world named Garia. I'm told its no big secret, they just joined the New Republic and apparently that is all over the holonet. I wouldn't know, we spent the past week packing up and traveling. You would not believe how much stuff has to move when you move a fighter wing. Its unbelievable, all the manpower, the droids, the equipment. They put everybody to work and my muscles are still sore. It feels like a massive caravan or army on the move. We finally got a chance to rest on our ride, one of those big Mon Cal Cruisers dad always liked to yap about from, like from the old days. I can't tell you much more about this deployment than that. But it sounds exciting, I'm really out there where the real universe is happening. I know this is what I told you both that I always wanted. But I gotta admit I'm a little homesick too. Some of the images of Garia remind me of the farm and Uncle Petan's house in the city. I'm thinking of you both and I hope to make you very proud. Give Sal a hug for me.

Love,

Suvas


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The first cluster of starfighters left the Mon Dova's hangar and immediately banked to port. In their wake was another clutch, then another, then a pair of transports. Around the Mon Calamari Cruiser and her escorts, some 72 starfighters appeared, along with nearly as many transports, shuttles and freighters.

The mood was tense, not because of combat, but because of how many little objects there were to track. The operations center on the Mon Dova was coordinating the flight with ground control. The latter came alive almost immediately.

"This is Garia Ground Control to Eleventh Fighter Wing, do you copy?"

"This is Eleventh Actual, I read you, stick to this frequency, we still don't have your flight control protocols."

"Eleventh, we are transmitting vectors now for your arrival, the sky is sunny, wind is minimal, you picked a good day to arrive. Flight nav data being transmitted now, stick to the pattern, we have a lot of civilian freighter traffic around here. You'll probably spot a few of our Z-95s flying around, they will be warning off any lost tug jockeys, so just stick to the pattern."

"Roger Ground Control, confirm we are landing at Asher Base."

"Confirmed Eleventh, you are going straight to your new home. Welcome to Garia."

"Thank you Control, Eleventh Out....Patriot One to all callsigns, you are receiving flight nav data now for our orbital approach and atmospheric insertion, stick to the flight plan, lots of neighbors out here. Squadron leaders coordinate your people, lets get everyone on the ground safely, by the book, Patriot One out."

Like a large caravan of wagons across a plain, the dozens of ships large and small left the small New Republic Navy taskforce and headed for the planet. Garia itself was like most worlds humans called home, with a lot of greens and blues and white clouds. One of the planet's moons caught the eye of many of the pilots. The moon Sarash was ringed by a metallic space station and there was a cloud of small transports, tugs and shuttles moving around it. A massive container ship, longer than a Star Destroyer, could also be seen tied to it using airlocks.

"That's a big station," someone commented from a cockpit. "I wonder how long it takes to walk...."

"Cut the chatter," A flight leader snapped. "Watch your formation, it'll get bumpy when we enter the atmosphere."

One squadron at a time, separated by a small gap, each group of ships entered the planet's atmosphere. From that great altitude they could see the edge of the continent. They had to travel south, on a trajectory that carried them over the ocean and past the planetary capital of Logan, which suddenly appeared off to their right as a city skyline on the horizon.

It was about then that a friendly escort appeared.

A few flights of Z-95 Headhunters appeared and seemed to take flanking positions. Some of them wagged their wings, revealing gold and white patterned markings on the wings and fuselage.

A new voice appeared, male and strong, with a crisp, almost Imperial accent.

"This is Mu One, of Number 54 Squadron....Eleventh Wing, we hope you don't mind us flying with you. The brass in Logan want to make sure you get tucked in nice and tight in your new beds tonight. Everyone is very excited to have you here. Enjoy the view, Mu One out."

The massive formation was soon past Logan and flew over countless smaller cities and communities. Then they turned inland and flew over forests and towns and roads. Finally Asher Base appeared in the distance. It was hard to miss with its large ferrocrete tarmacs that were so big they looked like they could hold two or three hundred starfighters if they had to. It was obvious the flight line had once been used by civilian transports and freighters, there was ample space for it. Adjacent to that were rows of buildings and it was clear that an energy fence ringed the entire facility. The architectural design of the place were definitely less military and more civilian, there were a lot of curves in the buildings and shiny rooftops that were pleasing to the eye.

As they approached, beacons on the ground became active. They allowed the incoming craft to segment themselves off into separate sections of the tarmac and start landing. As this happened, the Z-95 Headhunters began to wag their wings, break formation, and fly away.

As the pilots and gunners of the Eleventh Fighter Group landed, shut down their fighters, and climbed down, they saw an intense frenzy of activity. The shuttles and transports had barely set down and suddenly mechanics, technicians, soldiers and droids appeared, scurrying all over the place. Many were carrying equipment or unloading ships.

Prominent among the unloading were a company of New Republic soldiers. Aurek Company of the 55th Infantry Battalion unloaded with blaster rifles slung and combat gear on. They quickly deployed by squads and platoons, fanning out into the surrounding buildings. Within minutes, there were lookouts on some of the taller buildings with macrobinoculars. They were met by a contingent of Garian security personnel in green uniforms. The Garians, humans mostly, were quick to take up conversation with the soldiers and security personnel who marched up to them. Things looked friendly enough. There was a lot of friendly faces and even social conversation as cargo hauling skiffs began criss-crossing all around them.

General Loqke was marching across the tarmac, handing out datacards, the kind you inserted into a datapad. He had one for each squadron commander and his way of delivering it was always the same. And he always was speaking very loudly, above all the noise.

"Here! this has your orders on it! It tells you which buildings are for your people and equipment, quarters, hangars, storage, all of it! Get things moving, I want us unpacked and moved in within three hours, the Mon Dova and her escorts are jumping out in four hours, so if there are any problems we need to know before she leaves! Our security personnel are already sweeping the buildings, as soon as a building is cleared, you can move in! Once you feel like your people have a rhythm going, join me in the control tower, you can't miss it.."

With that, a smile and quick firm pat on the shoulder, the General briskly marched off, still wearing his flight suit with his oxygen equipment dangling off it, to find the next squadron commander on the flight line. The man seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself.

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(OOC: RP "Moving Day", then end up in the control tower. When you get to the control tower, you'll find lots of techs setting up equipment or running diagnostics, and General Loqke still in his flight suit talking to various members of the Wing HQ's ground echelon personnel.)
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Re: "Garia...Arriving"

Wed Sep 25, 2013 2:14 am

OOC: This is going to cover from the briefing forward

IC: D.B. sat quietly through the briefing with his data-pad in hand and listening to the questions. Every other CO covered the questions he had been considering to that point. When the first briefing was concluded he went to gather his pilots and senior ground personnel for the follow up briefing, and once that was concluded he had everyone packing the squadron up and being ready to go within twenty-four hours. As soon as everything was ready D.B. double checked the inventory lists and made any last requests needed to fill in the holes in gear and supplies for his squadron.

Every member was given extra tasks to aid in the moving process both on-loading and off-loading. While in transit he left them in down time and kept them in basic briefings detailing everything that would be expected of them on arrival. He had no love of the ambassador, being highly visible from a political stand point but this is what would be required of them all. Sure he'd give them down time but they'd have to be careful when out on the town. Sticking to the base would provide them greater opportunities for cutting loose.

Arrival and unloading went rather smooth and once D.B. received his new orders he pulled everyone together and begins to issue them into their new buildings and begin the unpacking. "Remember people we have three hours and then anything that isn't right needs to be relayed to me ASAP." D.B. dug into the task of unpacking and helping to inventory the maintenance equipment. Even checking that the equipment is in working before moving onto the next piece. Once things were well underway he followed the Generals orders.

Keying up his comm link. "Tigress meet me by the tool shed." he stepped out and lit one up waiting on his XO. Certainly he should quit but under the circumstances he doubted it would happen anytime soon. He preferred being on the stick and not playing VIP wet nurse but this was the hand they'd been dealt and as soon as the next set of orders came down he'd see to getting everyone into a regular flying schedule for patrols.

He had been lost in thought when his XO approached slightly from behind and to the left of him. "Sir your lucky we're on the ground I'd have had you not paying attention like that." she gave him a playful smirk and fell into step with him as the proceeded to meet up with the other COs and XOs as the General commanded of them.

"Listen number two on the ground is different that up in the air, and as of yet I've been hard to beat. Now lets see what the General has in store for us next."
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Re: "Garia...Arriving"

Thu Sep 26, 2013 11:12 pm

Zukov spent their transit squaring away his squadron duties. His XO was indispensable in that regard, he knew how the squadron needed to run from the lower half because of his experience with most of them. In addition to this Zukov got in some simulator time to shake off the cobwebs of his skill. He flew against any pilot in his squadron who was willing to take him on but gave specific instructions for the new pilots to show up. Several of them had great instincts even if they were rough compared to some of the veterans. In his off hours he tried to study up on the Talz language using the data disks that Jacen had procured for him but it was just too hard for the veteran pilot to distinguish many of the subtle nuances of the language. He resigned himself to trying to learn it on the fly.

As they came in on the approach to their new home Vladimir made note of any landmarks he could see. The world seemed nice enough. He made a note to head to the capital when he got a chance to see if there was anything he could buy to apologize to Katelya for them missing time together. As they approached Asher Base, he checked his squadron's formation. His flight leaders kept a tight leash on their pilots.

After the squadron landed, Zukov descended the ladder from his cockpit and strode over to speak with his chief technician. "Alright, Arek. Make sure our birds are tucked in nicely for now. And have zhem look at zee right top s-foil on mine vhen zhey get a chance, Piotr said it vasn't vithin tolerance on zee vay down. You know how zhese new ships are." Just then the General came by with Corsair's Billeting and Orders. Checking it, Zukov made sure the building they were getting assigned had everything they needed. It was more than adequate.

He trotted over to his XO and handed him the data card. "Get everybody headed over zhat vay. I don't care vhere zhey bunk as long as its not zee quarters closest to zee hangar. Keep zhat one open for me. As soon as zhey clear zee building I vant everyone to drop off zheir gear and head back here to help unload zee rest of our stuff. Zee General vants it done in zhree hours. And tell Doc I need to know vhat all he needs from us."

After his squadron and their support teams had unloaded and checked their gear, they reassembled in the Squadron ready room. Zukov checked his chronometer. "Not bad, gentlebeings, two and a half hours. Go ahead and unpack your gear and get settled in, Thumper and I vill see vhat zee boss man has for us." He looked around the ready room and was surprised to see that many of the pilots had already taken to decorating to suit the squadron's style. A formed durasteel version of the squadron crest hung behind the podium with Commander Surcouf's signature cutlass resting on a rack underneath it. It reminded Zukov of many of the makeshift shrines he'd seen in pilots quarters over the years. He'd never known the squadron's late Commander but said a few quick words of prayer to the old pirate's shade just the same. The room which they'd designated as the squadron club had boxes stacked on the low bar and he could see the worn brass bell they'd taken from Chandrilla being pulled out of one.

Zukov motioned for Jacen to come with him as the members of Corsair went about theirr business. The two pilots walked out the door and across the tarmac toward the control tower that the General had told Zukov to meet him in. As they walked they talked of the old days and some of the pranks they had pulled on other pilots. "Of course, ve're much more mature now ve'd never do zhat any more." Zukov said.

"Sure thing old man, and if you hear FO Yil ask anyone where she can get blinker fluid for my X-wing, its just a coincidence." The young Major replied.

As they rode the turbo lift up to where the General was Zukov ran his hand through his hair. He'd kept it longer, like he had it on Saliria, but he wasn't quite used to it yet while in military uniform. The door opened and the bustle of the command center washed over them. Zukov and Spince walked over to where the General was talking with some ground echelon officers, and waited for him to address them.
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Re: "Garia...Arriving"

Sun Sep 29, 2013 12:26 pm

(OOC: Moving forward, in the interests of "getting to the fun stuff".)

General Loqke seemed to be deep in conversation as the squadron commanders came into the control tower. The top of the tower was akin to a spherical or perhaps oval shape, with transparasteel that offered an excellent view of the large landing areas that were now filled with transports, shuttles and freighters being unloaded.

None of the squadron commanders had found anything amiss in their new bases. And yet, when they arrived in the control tower, they got the immediate sense that something was going on. General Loqke had been practically cheerful when they landed. He was still energetic but something had changed.

As the last Squadron Commander arrived, General Loqke looked around the room at the various technicians and controllers, then said, "Well we have arrived, what's your status?"

One by one the Squadron Commanders answered. It quickly became obvious that things were moving along as planned. Nothing odd or unusual had been discovered. No sudden crisis had erupted.

General Loqke nodded, then he turned and said to the technicians, "I need you all to give us the room."

The technicians and communication specialists simply got up and left without complaint. General Loqke waited until they were gone before he continued.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it...our security personnel also report nothing out of place. Asher Base is operational, our sensor and communications grids just came online, we have hotlines to the Garia Self-Defense Force and the planetary government. My staff is also working up plans where we'll be joining in the Garia Self-Defense Force to engage in orbital patrols, often in conjunction with the customs vessels. They already have a routine for this, we're going to beef it up a bit and make a healthy contribution to those efforts. In addition we will be implementing a plan to have at least four alert fighters on the tarmac, systems started, astromechs loaded, pilots geared up, and ready to scramble in under five minutes, at all times. Alert duty will rotate through all the squadrons on a schedule that will be published soon."

The General shifted his weight.

"Now, for the more 'interesting news', our arrival was noticed...and monitored..."

General Loqke turned and waved the squadron commanders over to a two-dimensional monitor that was showing what looked like wavy lines. Next to that was a graphic showing spikes.

"During our entry into the system, the Mon Dova and several of our ships picked up active sensor waves bouncing off our hulls and receivers, meaning we were being scanned, but from an unknown source. At first we thought it was coming from Garia itself, or Sarash Station or even one of the freighters, but the techs have eliminated those possibilities and left us with one near-certainty, at least one ship was scanning us, from beyond planetary orbit at extremely long range, at least more than 1,000 standard units away," General Loqke said. "The signal disappeared after a few minutes, which made it impossible to gather more data."

"Our techs are going to continue analyzing the readings, but this presents a potential problem for us," General Loqke said. "It suggests we're under surveillance, that the Garia System itself is under surveillance, by people who want to remain invisible."

"There's something else," General Loqke continued. "When we arrived in-system I got a flash update from New Republic Intelligence, as I told you all previously, there is a base in this Sector operating Prowler and Ferret spyships. Those ships, among other things, monitor Brak military activity, they spend a fair amount of their time just tailing the Brak Navy Fleets and monitoring their movements."

"Intelligence is reporting that the Brak Navy's Second Fleet has been engaging in unusual activity in recent days. It came out of hyperspace over Bacrana, the capital world of the Kingdom of Brak, and the location of an orbital shipyard. They underwent resupply and replenishment operations, as well as a large-scale transfer of personnel and starfighters, all done very briskly and under high security, we don't know much about it. Four days ago the Second Fleet left Bacrana orbit and went to lightspeed, and it hasn't been spotted since, suggesting, at least, that the Second Fleet isn't hanging in orbit over one of Brak's inhabited worlds where they would be extremely visible. The other Brak Navy Fleets have been accounted for, in orbit over other worlds in the Sector."

"I have to make a tough call. Technically I am now officially the on-site commanding officer of this operational theater...that means I could break the current parameters of this deployment and order the Mon Dova and her taskforce to stay in the Sector. If they stay, they become a highly visible and perhaps inflammatory presence that could deepen Brak paranoia. If I do nothing, they leave, per our original deployment plan, but that means we're on our own. Bringing the Mon Dova or any other Navy taskforce back here will take several days, both for the message to get out, and for the Navy to mobilize."

General Loqke studied his senior officers.

"I'd like to hear your analysis of the situation, and your thoughts on how we should proceed, speak freely."

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(OOC: This is your opportunity to help shape the Wing's near-future activities and plans. Nothing is set to stone on my end. This is a real chance to do that "command" thing as the inner circle of senior officers running this show.)
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Re: "Garia...Arriving"

Wed Oct 02, 2013 4:01 pm

Zukov listened to the General's interesting news, and his heart sank a bit. He didn't like the idea of being without their naval support but he thought that Allard was right. There was no reason for the Mon Dova to stay in system unless they knew that the Brak Navy was on its way. Otherwise the ships presence would give the Premier his excuse to attack.

"Sir, Captain Allard is right. If ve kept zee Mon Dova, zhen ve vould see many Garians who zhink ve are conquerors. Zee Empire used to leave a Star Destroyer in orbit over a planet 'for zee protection of its citizens' and I zhink ve all know vhat happened zhere. Zee Kingdom of Brak could be vorried about our presence here and vhat it means for zee rest of zheir vorlds. Zhankfully zhey did not attack before ve got here and zee addition of our Ving may help keep zhem at bay, but zhey vould call it a full invasion force if ve kept our Naval support on station. Zhis deployment is as much a political mission as it is a peacekeeping one." Zukov said after his friend had finished speaking.

"Ve must take our chances, and hope for zee best. Just make sure zhey know ve may be calling zhem back in a hurry." Zukov added. "I'll volunteer zee Corsairs for first patrol, it vill give me a chance to gauge our new allies readiness."
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Re: "Garia...Arriving"

Wed Oct 09, 2013 12:11 am

D.B. sat and listened to both of his counter parts give their input. Nodding with each point they made, and thought for a moment about it all. If we keep our fleet here then it looks bad to the locals, and the enemy outside the gates. Sending the fleet away leaves us in a potentially vulnerable situation. This leaves us with no easy answer, but I suspect I know the General's thoughts and I've heard from two of the other squadron CO's so now where does Krayt stand in the mix. D.B.'s thoughts ran rampant trying to look at all the angles possible and not coming up with any solid conclusion, but rather seeing more questions that would need an answer, finally he spoke up.

"Sir we are all aware this is a delicate situation before us, and that means no easy answer. Sure keeping the Mon Dava overhead gives us a little piece of mind, but costs us goodwill points with the locals. Our whole tradition is built on being the underdog, so I say tell her to head out we'll hold things off until they get back should the situation arise. We can even run CAPs under the guise of training and co-maneuvers if it comes down to it. For now I'd say every squadron keep two on alert status on two hour rotations."

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