Rogue Squadron Meet 'n' Greet, Mark 2 [ Closed to Rogue Squadron]

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge had set up the headquarters for yet another meet and greet operation. The headquarters, of course, was simply an abandoned building with appropriate facilities he had commandeered in the city. A low building of bright red brick, it had at some point been an office complex. Now it was the headquarters of the best fighter squadron anywhere (or so the reputation went). A crude sign and been painted over the front of the building reading 'Rogue Squadron Headquarters,' replacing the precious owners which had advertised for insurance of some type. The front offices had been set up for use by Wedge and his small staff (now including Tycho, Ben and Nura) to run the squadron. Another side room had been set up as a 'pilot lounge,' though at the moment it only had some spare office furniture. Couches and other things were hard to come by on Stacy. Finally, the largest room had been converted into a briefing room of sorts, with a projector and several rows of seating, as well as tables that could be stowed or set up as needed.

At the moment there were simply chairs scattered around the edge of the room. Wedge waited, occasionally checking his chronometer. Hopefully everyone would arrive and mingle, and then he could get down to the business of letting them know exactly what they were in for.

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The briefing has started!]]</sub>

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ARRIVALS / MINGLING

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge stood by the door, waiting for people to arrive.

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[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"Festive," Ben grinned. "Too bad there's no on-board catering."

[rekindle.livejournal.com]

It was the sign that caught her attention, helping her to affirm her location. Cagalli made her way inside as she glanced around at the surroundings.

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[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

Shinn knew the Minerva's pilots had always been the most spoiled in the fleet -- everything from the on-ship restaurant to the lack of cramped bunks had screamed newest ship in service. But even compared to serving on a Nazca class, this was ridiculous. "Cozy," he muttered.

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[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

To Axl, it felt a little like the first time he'd walked into a Hunter briefing, and not exactly in the good way. Even back home, in a crowd that knew perfectly well that apparent age didn't really mean jack for reploids, there was just no getting around the fact that he looked young for this stuff. And if, as he was expecting, this was mostly going to be humans --

-- oh, come on, it's humans who have been flying around in a meatship fighting interdimensional aliens out to destroy life as we know it. They've definitely seen weirder. This wasn't home. No reason to assume he'd be judged the same way, right?

And as he stepped inside, it occurred to him that the very makeshift vibes of the place reminded him more of a Red Alert safehouse than anything in Hunter HQ. "Just like home! Well, almost."

[char-char-char.livejournal.com]

Char, on his part, arrives quietly, doffing his sunglasses as he enters. He immediately takes note of the pilots who seem at home here. None of them really carried himself like a general, but he could guess at who was at least actually in charge.

"General Antilles, I suppose?"

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[jesushasagundam]

Kira pushed open the door, scanning the room - not quite what they were used to on the Archangel, but functional - and giving a polite and respectful nod of greeting to Wedge once he'd arrived. "General Antilles... thank you for setting this up."

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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha was late, but at the least, not late enough to miss anything important. She smoothed the mussed hair down, pulling her fingers through her long red hair as she tied it back and sat, her flight suit on, up against the nearest hard surface. It didn't matter quite where she sat anyway, she was comfortable and grateful for the sitting.

As always she peered around to find Wedge and when she did, there was a bright flash of a smile. Arha was always approachable and made herself so for those who were new.

[thewunderkind]

Finally, some excitement! It didn't take too long for Lash to find the recycled building and the quickly applied paint which told her she was in the right place.

She walked in, remembering the briefing missions of times past when they'd do them in whatever building they had managed to conquer during the war, or a simple tent. This was much different. As crude as this office was, the sheer scale of the operation made her completely excited. She couldn't wait to start and walked in, fully confident of her abilities and skills how she was going to fit her hair in a helmet was another story.

"Hey! Love what you've done with the place." She had no idea what the place looked before. Didn't really matter.

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[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

A lovely young woman enters with a varying-on-innocent smile, and a hand at a cocked hip. But don't let that fool you. Underneath the air of self-confidence is a nervous and anxious young girl.

"Hey, ho," she greets. "And how are you?"

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[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

Lowe was one of the next to arrive, poking his head in curiously at the meeting room. It was no spaceship, but it would have to make do. All Techs did that, so it wasn't anything new.

[This the place?] 8 spoke up from his case in Lowe's hands.

"I think so. Lot of pilots here. Hope I'm not the only one signing up to maintain everything!" Lowe replied.

[forthewyn.livejournal.com]

"I'm not late, am I?" Wyn asks Wedge, wincing slightly as she sees all the people in the makeshift briefing room. There were certainly a lot more people than she had expected in the meeting; hopefully at least a few of them were mechanics, or she might have to run back to Engineering and do some quick recruiting.

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[chosenfamily]

Sam smiled a bit as he entered, nodding to Wedge. A few days had given him the chance to settle everything in his mind again and turn it back toward what needed to be done now. "Hope I'm not late," he said, looking around the room.

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[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Kyle nodded at Wedge as he stepped in the door. "I understand we have some new blood in the squadron?"

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[re-engineer.livejournal.com]

While she could have flown into the room herself, Angie decided for something a little more sedate. Like walking in on her own two feet. It wasn't like being covered in shiny silver metal wasn't ostentatious enough.

She grinned when she noted Wedge, who looked just like he had in the movies, and waved. "General Antilles, right?" she asked before offering her hand. "Dr. Angie Spica. We spoke on the comms?"

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[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Despite that he'd dropped out of active piloting, Luke showed up. It was just as important that support staff keep on top of squadron news, if not more so.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho stood next to his best friend as they watched people, both new and familiar faces, file into the briefing room.

He flashed Wedge a small grin. "Here we go again, huh?"

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[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Jamie Hemeros checking in, sir," he says with a salute.

[silverduelist]

Yzak stepped in, looking around. This was definitely no Voltaire - as unfun as it was to have to be on a battleship, he and his squadron had made the best of it to alleviate any undue stress in order to perform their very best. But it was something. Yzak was just grateful that people had stepped up to set something like this up in the first place. Upon learning he was expected to jump into battle again, one of his first concerns was the gathering of able forces.

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[icy-alderaanian.livejournal.com]

"Wedge." Winter had put her hair up, a concession to how this wasn't an aide's job, although she was willing enough to do any paperwork that came her way.

"It looks busy," she commented.

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[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

Ladies. At least, that was what Kawalsky might have said when he walked in the room. Instead, he had a smile and a nod for the others, but there were no jokes.

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[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

He's not late. Not really.

Dean had hurried along the hallways, but now he just sauntered calmly and went to find a seat.

Dammit, his brother made it here first. Son of a bitch. Eh, at least he knows how to make an entrance better.

"Well now the party can start," he smugly commented.

BUSINESS / BRIEFING

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

WELCOME TO ROGUE SQUADRON

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

At last, Wedge dimmed the lights, a signal for everybody to stop what they were doing and pay attention to the front of the room. The projector turned on, a single image, the crest of Rogue Squadron, dominated the projected surface behind the pilot. He looked around the room for a moment before he began.

"First of all, let me say thank you to all you, new volunteers and old hands alike, for agreeing to join our unit. All of you bring a set of unique skills and experiences to the squadron, and I wouldn't have it any other way. As I told you all before, we are a military unit with a long history that goes back to the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, the main conflict that was taking place in my galaxy at the time of this squadron's formation."

"We were formed originally as Red Squadron and flew in operations against the Galactic Empire, the most famous we undertook with that designation was the attack on the first Death Star. In that action, we lost all but two of the pilots in our unit. Myself and Luke Skywalker." Wedge nodded at Luke.

"Afterwards, we reformed as Rogue Flight, using the name we still use today. We continued in operations against the forces of the Empire, including the covering action against Imperial walkers and star destroyers as the main Alliance forces evacuated the ice planet of Hoth. We participated in battles at Dubrillion, Kothlis, and Fondor. We were engaged heavily in the attack on the Empire's second Death Star as well. After the success at Endor and the death of the Emperor we were involved in a few other missions before being temporarily disbanded."

"We were reformed a year and a half later with new pilots. We fought in the Battle of Borleias and were key in taking Coruscant, the galactic capital. We fought in the campaign against Warlord Zsinj and against Grand Admiral Thrawn, the reborn Emperor and the Invids. We are--or were, still involved in the fight against the Galactic Empire. More details are available in the media library."

"This unit has a long history and an even longer roll of honor. Many young men and women, some of them my friends and all of them exceptional pilots, have died in combat while fighting for this squadron. They died to protect their wingmates; they died to protect the innocent people who cannot fight for themselves. I want each and every one of you to remember that we fly out into the cold vacuum not for ourselves but so that others may live in peace and without the interference of evil men in their lives. Being a member of this squadron is a responsibility to something bigger than yourselves or even your wingmates, who rely on you to watch their backs in a fight." Wedge's voice had grown even more deadly serious than it had been at the beginning of the speech by this point.

"Remember this. I expect each and every one of you to conduct yourselves in a manner that reflects well on this squadron and that will not disgrace the uniform you wear or the many people who have fallen in defense of what it represents: freedom, justice and the death of tyranny. Whether you are flying into combat, picking up EVA pilots, repairing fighters or managing our resources you play an important role in keeping this squadron running and in the fight against the Ohm and whoever else wishes innocent people harm." Wedge clasped his hands behind his back, looking silently at the assembled for a moment.

"Welcome to Rogue Squadron. Any questions before I move to other things?"

POST MEETING

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho stood at the front of the room, available for anyone who want to speak with him.

[silverduelist]

Like Yzak said he would, he approached Tycho when he saw the opening for a bit of privacy.

"Colonel," he greeted with a salute.

AFTER CLASS--I MEAN THE BRIEFING

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge waited quietly for the others to leave before giving both of the new pilots a rather severe look. He paused a moment before finally speaking quietly.

"Asuka, you were out of line. Colonel Celchu and I would be happy to answer those sorts of questions in private. Undermining our authority in front of the rest of the squadron, however, is always inappropriate. You volunteered for this squadron. You knew--or should have known--that doing so entailed placing yourself under our command. If you don't want to work with us, you're free to leave. But you won't fly with us, you won't train with us, and you definitely will not fight with us. Because with your attitude, you are a danger to yourself and the rest of our pilots. And I take that very seriously, because as Colonel Celchu said, we are now responsible for your lives."

"I would prefer that you not leave, however, because I think that you have the ability to be a great pilot, and in fact may already be one. I would hate to see your talent go to waste because you can't resist running your mouth. In the future, think about what you're going to say before you say it. Understood?" He stood, silent, waiting for Asuka to answer.

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[on-an-impulse.livejournal.com]

Shinn seethed. "We wake up in a weird place, hear that everyone we know is gone, and you tell us that we want to to fight back, the only way is to some guys we don't know anything about? You really expect me to just salute and obey? Half of this doesn't even make sense! Anyone would want to know why they're taking orders from you two, sir."