[Gnoizic]

Gnoizic chuckled, one of the few maintaining a sense of humor amidst the shock at what had happened. "Heh. You do have a point there."
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Kyle "Gnoizic" Mandal
Red 6
"Let's make some Gnoiz!"

[Frosty]

There was no reply from the trapdoor or Frosty. At least not initially. Pip's comm started to beep and the young major took it out and studied it. He raised an eyebrow at the small display showing the caller. "Why is the kid ringing me for?" he said irritably, "Why can't he just shout?"

Sighing he opened the comm so everyone could hear. "Layne here, what have you done now Frosty?"

Frosty sounded sheepish and embarassed on the other line. "Status update Sir, I'm alright but a bit lost. Not really sure what is going on here but I'm coated in something and it, erm, stinks."

Pip laughed, "Just another day in the Republic. Hang tight, we'll come find you."

He turned to the assembled pilots and shrugged. "Ready to go again?"
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Captain Jack "Frosty" Markham
Red CommO
Former Red Hug Officer.

[Wild Cat]

"Sure," David replied, "if we're gonna get screwed by ghosts we might as well hurry up and get it over with."
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David "Wild Cat" Fate
Red 8
"Let's rock and roll!"
http://www.crs-morningstar.net/bio.php?id=57&use_number=1

[Gnoizic]

"Ya know, it's that kinda confidence that I appreciate in you," Kyle said wryly. He kept his hand near his pistol in case anything else happened. "Let's get Frosty outta whatever stink he's gotten himself into."
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Kyle "Gnoizic" Mandal
Red 6
"Let's make some Gnoiz!"

[Seagulls]

[The Fishtank]
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Collin "Seagulls" Cillis was bored out of his mind. A few hours in the sims, a glass of something random at the bar, and now nothing. Looking around the Mug, he spied Viola "Fable" Parker at the bar, obviously much more bored than he. He knew her from a few squad pictures, and because he had only been in the squadron for a few days, he hadn't met anyone actually in person, besides Rogue, Wildstar, and Biggs. "Well, should I introduce myself?", he said, looking down at Flame.
Whoops. No Flame.
Glancing around, he spied Flame's orange dome scooting out of the doorway. 'Oh well, I hope he has fun', he thought, turning back to Fable.
Awkwardly sliding out of his booth he slowly shuffled his way over to her table.
"Erm...Hello!"
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Fable]

Fable nursed a shot of Dornean brandy. It had been a long couple of weeks, getting reintegrated with the squad and she deserved a stiff drink and good companionship. The squad had been so busy that she was still hoping for the latter. In the meantime she occupied herself with people watching. For every old face she recognized there were six new ones. More than a few things had changed since she was gone.

Speaking of new faces, a young guy in a flightsuit made his way over to her table. Fable had caught up on a lot of the squads photos and holos recorded in her absence and this guy wasn't in any of them. Did she miss someone or was he just that new?

Fable politely smiled up at him and said, “Hi.”
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-2nd Lieutenant Viola "Fable" Parker
Red 9

[Seagulls]

Collin's mind completely blanked. He had always had trouble around people, but this was worse than he remembered.

"Erm, Hi, um, I'm Collin, callsign Seagulls...er...Red 13... I'm a bit new here... and I'm a bit bored."

Collin winced. That hadn't come out well at all.
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Fable]

Fable laughed. "A bit bored? On this ship? You must not be looking around hard enough.

She gestured to the empty side of the booth. "Go ahead and have a seat, Collin."

Fable took a sip of her brandy. "I'm Viola, though my friends call me Vi or V. My callsign's Fable."

"I have to ask," she said. "Seagulls? Where did that callsign come from? And why is it more than one seagull?"

"And honestly, I'm a bit new here myself, or might as well be. I haven't seen a lot of faces I know lately. Any idea where everybody went?" she asked.
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-2nd Lieutenant Viola "Fable" Parker
Red 9

[Seagulls]

Collin timidly sat down. 'If she kills me, at least she is doing it politely...', he thought, almost aloud.

"I noticed that. I figured that someone had to eventually show up here..."
he paused, as if searching in his mind for words.
"I'm from Imp--er--Coruscant", he said as he abruptly started speaking.
I started off as a pilot before we gained Coruscant, so I've been an Imperial for a bit... I finally almost got killed and found myself on Mon Calamari. There is where I got my callsign." Collin paused again, and looked over at Fable. 'It looks like she is actually interested. I love it here. None of that false friendship like in the Empire', he commented to himself. He resumed speaking:
"I had a bunch of their sea birds attack me when I was exploring some caves and such. I still can't really say their name, but back on Coruscant we called them Seagulls. I kept it as a callsign mainly because I still can't think of a better one... Plural because there were a really, really lot of them."
He turned toward her again.
"What about you?"
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Fable]

"Fable's a new callsign for me. I guess you could say I learned the moral of my story. Except it's more like morals, and I'm still in the process of learning," Fable said. "Honestly, I'm still figuring out what its full meaning is. It just feels right."

"You were exploring caves? Do you usually get into trouble when you go exploring?"
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-2nd Lieutenant Viola "Fable" Parker
Red 9

[Seagulls]

Collin laughed. "It's not my fault! I swear!
No one ever posts the 'restricted area' sign in a good location!"
He paused and smiled, feeling all of the barriers he held up lowering.
After a few more minutes of talking he excused himself and shuffled out
of the Fishtank.

Going back to his cabin he looked over
the floorplan of the ship, double-checked the direction, and started off
toward the hangar bay.
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Seagulls]

Collin exited the turbolift and jogged to the hangar.
He made his way toward the shiniest X-Wing in the vast main hangar. He ran his hand down the sleek nose, ducked under the s-foil, and jumped out of his skin as a rough, accented voice roared, "Get away from this X-Wing. It's OFF LIMITS!" Where did you come from and why did ye come here. Pilots Only!"

Collin bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to regain control of his racing heart rate. He looked up to see a shortish, powerfully built man.
"Wait..." the man began again. Much softer this time, but still quite overpowering.
"They said there was a new guy here. You looked a little young.. I'm Pappy. Chief Mechanic."
Collin straightened and nodded. He offered his hand.
"I'm Collin." A few seconds later his hand was released in a far worse condition than it was offered.
"Well they ordered a new fighter for ye. Keep it in one piece, lad."
Pappy patted him on the shoulder, nearly knocking Collin down, and walked off.

Collin rubbed his arm and glanced passed him, spotting Flame hooked up to a communications port in the wall.
"Hey! Flame!" He half-shouted, running to the guilty astromech.
"What are you doing?"
The R-2 unit brought up a window on a nearby repair terminal. Collin walked over and glanced at a full floorplan of the Morning Star.
"You know you aren't supposed to access this. Actually you aren't even supposed to be jacked into this port."
Collin scratched his head. Flame was always supposed to be a timid, very cautious droid, with scruples.

"What is this for? Whatcha lookin' at?"
Flame zoomed in on a section of the floor that wasn't on Collin's datapad, or even on the holomaps in the turbolifts.
He noted turbolift activity and a few human life forms.
Another menu pulled up, and showed comm traffic limited to that area.
"Looks like a convention. I wondered why it was so quiet. Let's go!"

Flame pulled up an I/O window. It's off-limits...
"So is you accessing restricted maps."
OK. It's your neck. Droids are somewhat more resilient to what's down there.
"Why? What is it?"

I won't tell you. You asked for excitement, you'll get it.

Flame unplugged himself from the jack, and rolled out of the hangar as Collin struggled to return the terminal to its normal state.
"Come back here!" "Wait up!"
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Seagulls]

Collin turned his comm to scanner mode and jogged up to the quick little astromech. After a few minutes of walking, the scanner picked up the last of a conversation:

"---blic. Hang tight, we'll come find you."

He set his comlink to that frequency and keyed it.

"Red 13 to all all persons, permission to drop in on your little party? How in the galaxy do you get to Deck 23? It isn't on my map, but Flame is headed somewhere..."
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.

[Rogue]

"Seagulls that you? Stupid question of course it is, get Flame to lock on to this signal, he'll lead you to our location. Rogue out."

[Seagulls]

Collin jumped as his comm started talking to him. He quickly gave an affirmative and asked Flame to comply. The normally cautious droid spun around and headed in the opposite direction. He shook his head and followed.
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"Now you're using that misfiring hunk of erratic machinery you refer to as a brain"-Ton Phanan. Pilot, Wit, Superior Intellect.

Collin "Seagulls" Cillis Red 13.