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trans_92010-06-22 09:59 pm
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Fighting the Ohm....IN SPAAAACE!
As soon as the Ohm appeared, Wedge had begun moving. He practically sprinted off the Obs deck, yelling at Stacy as he headed for the hangar bay.
“Stacy, I need our fighters prepped now..” He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead lifting his comm ring to his lips and speaking into it, the message transmitted across open channels to everybody in range with their own rings.
“Attention, Rogue Squadron. Scramble, scramble, scramble! All pilots report back aboard Stacy and to your fighters. This is no drill! Again, Rogue Squadron, scramble! All pilots to your fighters!” He glanced back at the others who had been close enough to the Obs deck to accompany him back aboard Stacy.
“This is it. We’ve trained. We’re as ready as we can be now. This is for real this time.” With that he headed deeper into the ship.
As he arrived in the hangar, he was already discarding the civilian clothing he’d picked up and was half-running, half-hopping across the bay to his fighter as he struggled into his flight suit. His helmet was waiting in the cockpit. He clambered up into the cockpit, kicked the ladder free to be caught by a tentacle and tugged his helmet on. No time for a walk around. He simply had to trust that the ship was in shape to fly. He keyed the comm system on the fighter, as well as speaking into the comm ring.
“This is Rogue Leader to all fighters. Launch as soon as you’re ready. Form up in wing pairs and engage the enemy. Our primary objective is to keep additional Ohm fighters from reaching the planet and from attacking Stacy. Fly your best out there, everyone. May the Force be with us.” With that he, began a quick-start check of his systems, and punched the throttle as soon as he was sure that his fighter wouldn’t explode when he launched.
“Rogue Leader is away, four lit and green.” His fighter slashed out into space, free of Stacy. And the Ohm were everywhere.
[[Alright! No post order for now. Just get out there and into the furball. Have fun, tag each other, back each other up. Late arrivals can join the fight, of course.
Also:
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“Stacy, I need our fighters prepped now..” He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead lifting his comm ring to his lips and speaking into it, the message transmitted across open channels to everybody in range with their own rings.
“Attention, Rogue Squadron. Scramble, scramble, scramble! All pilots report back aboard Stacy and to your fighters. This is no drill! Again, Rogue Squadron, scramble! All pilots to your fighters!” He glanced back at the others who had been close enough to the Obs deck to accompany him back aboard Stacy.
“This is it. We’ve trained. We’re as ready as we can be now. This is for real this time.” With that he headed deeper into the ship.
As he arrived in the hangar, he was already discarding the civilian clothing he’d picked up and was half-running, half-hopping across the bay to his fighter as he struggled into his flight suit. His helmet was waiting in the cockpit. He clambered up into the cockpit, kicked the ladder free to be caught by a tentacle and tugged his helmet on. No time for a walk around. He simply had to trust that the ship was in shape to fly. He keyed the comm system on the fighter, as well as speaking into the comm ring.
“This is Rogue Leader to all fighters. Launch as soon as you’re ready. Form up in wing pairs and engage the enemy. Our primary objective is to keep additional Ohm fighters from reaching the planet and from attacking Stacy. Fly your best out there, everyone. May the Force be with us.” With that he, began a quick-start check of his systems, and punched the throttle as soon as he was sure that his fighter wouldn’t explode when he launched.
“Rogue Leader is away, four lit and green.” His fighter slashed out into space, free of Stacy. And the Ohm were everywhere.
[[Alright! No post order for now. Just get out there and into the furball. Have fun, tag each other, back each other up. Late arrivals can join the fight, of course.
Also:
]]
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"You're on my wing, Two. Thanks for the help, Rogue Three." Wedge was busily engaged in a dogfight against two or three Ohm opponents. They weren't quite like anything he'd fought before, and it made them that much more dangerous. They flew as a perfect team, anticipating each other's moves with grace and skill. It had something to do with the way the Ohm's hive mind worked, he supposed. Of course, he didn't have too much time to think about that right now. He blasted to one side, a burst of his laser fire catching one of his opponents and sending it spinning away.
"Watch your six. If you pick one up, let us know."
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He was a lot better than he thought he was, honestly. All the extra training with Tycho and a real desire to learn and be GOOD at flying an X-Wing helped a hell of a lot. Wasn't the best and wouldn't be for a long while, but he wasn't bad.
Sam came in lasers blasting, catching the second Ohm and sending it spinning as well. "Geez, these guys are fast."
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"Try and get closer to the mothership. See if we can force them to break off the attack on the planet. We can at least give them a distraction." He suited action to words, punching his engines as he forward, weapons blazing.
"Follow me and get set up for your attack run. (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/420560.html?thread=31215312#t31215312)"