For my very patient readers I have an update brought to you from a little internet cafe in Poland. I will try to update again soon but I won't make any promises until after i have returned home. This is my first attempt at writing a briefing do if anyone feels like helping me out and suggesting changes or anything i will be grateful for the help. I myself am not the worlds best strategist. Tips are greatly appreciated. Ok. i'll stop rambling now and I hope you enjoy.
My
Targeter, My Rogue.
Chapter 5.
It was now 5 weeks after that fateful day.
All of Rogue Squadron were sitting
around the tables and chairs that made up the Pilots Lounge.
The
Den as the pilots had previously dubbed it seemed to look remarkably
like that of a Hutts Den. It was situated in a cave, which housed the
current base of operations, and was often grimy,dark and damp.The
darkness, lit up with dim lanterns and candles, only served to
accompany the paintings on the wall. The previous inhabitants of the
cave having painted rather crudelike images of which quickly became
reminiscent of the seediest dive situated on Tatooine.
Drinking
an assortment of alcoholic, normally forbidden, drinks the Rogues all
sat and chatted. Days off were extremely rare in the military
proffession,so when a day off was granted the pilots and other
military officers knew to make the most of it.
Many annecdotes
and tales from home had already been exchanged and many more were
waiting to be told. The pilots of the most prestiguous squadron in
the galaxy were finally being granted a reprieve from the stringantly
ruled lives they had chosen to lead. Well until some of the pilots
comlinks began to go off.
A chorus of groans drowned out the insistent beeping of comlinks.
Wedge, as he was known to those in his squadron when they didn't have to be official, answered the comlink. Hoping that this would finally signal the mission Leis had hinted would bring his friend close to his lover.
„ Commander Antilles."
General Airen Cracken's voice filtered through the comlink, sounding commanding and devoid of compassion.
„ Commander Antilles, Rogue Squadron. Commander, you and those currently trying to ignore my summons are to report to briefing room 3 at 0700 hrs tomorrow. Out."
More groans echoed around the room following the announcement of some of the pilots impending mission briefing. Whilst those not summoned sniggered. Marianna "Blue" Callahan's voice added to the sounds echoing around the cave.
„ Looks like no hangovers for you boys and girls."
Blue's voice only served to heighten the grin spread across her face. Another set of groans echoed around the cave however, now even Wedge's voice accompanied them. Having realised there day off was a thing of the past. The topic of conversation now turned towards speculation onto the mission on which only two flights were to go.
It was now 0705 Hrs and the Rogues who had been summoned excepting one Wes Janson sat in briefing room 3 in anticipation of General Cracken's mission briefing.Looking upon General Cracken the pilots all saw a slighlt drawn face becoming alight in annoyance at their missing colleague.
At 0710 Hrs the door opened and Wes Jnson skidded into the briefing room, breathing heavily and looking tired. He had obviously ran straight from his bed.
„ Your late Lieutenant Janson,"
Barked General Cracken in obvious annoyance.
Janson, who
for once seemed to look apologetic, sat down knowing that any excuses
he might usually offer would only serve to heighten his superiors
anger.
Cracken then turned to those who also occupied the room
and called up a holo image of a planetary system somewhere close to
the unknown regions.
„ The Manticore Planetary system contains only two planets each have only one moon."
As he spoke General Cracken pointed out the regions he was explaining to the Rogues present.
Malachite and it's moon . Next came Nephrite and it's moon.
„In the interest of safety I will not disclose which planet you are to be stationed at. However, I have devised a mission in which you are to extract an intelligence officer currently stationed there herself. You are then to complete her mission."
As Cracken had finished this statement the holo of the Manticore System changed into that of a Woman in her 20's with Red hair and Green eyes. Breanna Varrick as she was before she left for the mission.
Most pilots looked on interested as they seemed to harbour a sense of recognition towards the woman they were being shown. Uinable to decifer whether they were looking at an alias. However, Tycho Celchu gasped instantly recognising the holo of the woman he loved, although it was slighly different having been in a costume. Wedge was by him within seconds soothing his severly shaken friend. The other Rogues looked at him speculatively trying to analyse his reaction. Whilst, General Cracken sent him a warning glance before continuing with his oral accompanyment.
„This is Breanna Varrick: Stationed as a warrior maiden assigned as Governor Terrian's Mistress and protector."
Ignoring Tycho's now ashen face he continued. This time calling up a holo of whom the pilots assumed was Kyros Terrian.
Kyros was a man who could not be called anything but handsome. He sported classically sculptured features upon a dark complexion. His hair was a dark brown randomly streaked with blonde. His sunlit hair and tanned skin served to show the Rogues the climate of their destination.
„ Kyros Terrian. Governor of Nephrite as of last month. His gain in power came after the unfortunate demise of his father. We are certain that he was at least involved with the assasination of his father. His regard for those who are not himself can certainly attest to our suspicions."
General Cracken paused after that chilling statment and he began to access the reactions upon the faces starong at him intently. Mostly the faces contained shock and a blatant disgust. However, Tycho and Wedge also sported looks of identical horror, he knew they were thinking of Winter or rather Breanna.
Seeing the pilots reactions being hidden behind masks he began to talk again.
„ Breanna Varrick has been stationed at for a period of time which does not concern you. However, she has found herself in a situation where she is unable to complete her mission and needs help with extraction. It is of the utmost importance that the intel that she has been collecting is completed before you extract Breanna."
Seeing Lieutenant Derek „Hobbie" Klivian's hand in the air he paused and indicated that Hobbie ask his question.
Hobbie who looked slightly confused at the easy acquiescence of his superior asked the question most were burning to know.
„ Sir, you've mentione that she is unable to complete her mission and extract herslef from the Governor's palace. What is the matter with her? You also said she had been there for a while is her condition cased by the Governor?"
Cracken seemed to ponder the questions being asked of him and after a brief hesitation answered him.
„ Breanna's condition is not connected to the mission directly. However, she is incapacitated and should not be alone at the moment. She is in a delicate situation and is With child."
The pilots faces looked on him with obviously renewed interest. Whilst, Tycho and Wedge had slight smiles on their faces.
„ I will be sending you all in with new identities vital to collecting the intel needed for the successful completion of the mission. Each of you will receive seperate briefings with an intelligence officer who will provide you with the knowledge neccessary to the missions objectives."
As the briefing came to an end General Cracken stood. Followed by all the pilots who all stood posed in almost identical salutes.
„ For those who believe in the force may it be with you. For those who don't believe in it Good Luck! Dismissed!"
If anyone would like an identity as one of my piolts feel free to pm me some details. it would make life easier and much more fun. Thank You.
