Thu Jan 17, 2013 11:38 pm by Jago Pulastra
~ An ashed grey blanket covered the jungle canopy of Yavin IV, allowing nothing to see below its awesome span. It was almost entirely solid, save for a few spots of blue here and there, as well as small bursts of light followed quickly by the awful row of the sky shattering. The cloud cover soon began to gain color, however, as a small speck began to rise above it. And then another. And another.
There was a wave piercing through the stormy skies, ascending to the heavens and glinting off the light of the sun. At the crest was a small, T-shaped fighter, bearing the honored red markings of an ace squadron. The X-Wing of Jago Pulastra raced off of Yavin IV, holding here above the hurricane that was sure to come as the rest of Yavin's Starfighter Corps fell in behind him.
They were unlike any other navy group out there, all of them displaying bright hues and patterns across their strike craft, marking them in every single way to personalize them to the person at the helm. In groups of twelve they linked up, forming a giant arrow's head, just waiting for the string to snap.
" Bee-Wan, connect our Eye-Eff-Eff with the Squadron Leaders: set their statuses to priority one."
Jago's astromech fulfilled the task quickly, the Holographic-Heads-Up-Display covering the entire cockpit of his fighter signaling out thirteen dots on the edges of his forward field of vision, each of them for now displaying red.
He keyed his comm.
:: All Squadrons; Report in. ::
:: Antilles Squadron, Standing By. ::
Twelve XJ7s formed up on Jago's right, all of them bearing a checkered pattern of dark green and brilliant gold from nose to tail. Upon their right wings was the Alliance Starbird emblazoned proudly in a hue of blood red. The fighter at the front, belonging to Captain Ehrik Jaimse, himself a former Corellian as well, had a rather impressive kill-count stenciled in just under the cockpit.
:: Darklighter Squadron, Standing By. ::
Captain Toni Raques's voice came in harsh over the commband, though that was simply her way: she was an abrasive gal, and one of the best fighter pilots in the entire fleet. Her X-Wings peeled off to Jago's left, their noses displaying a fearsome row of razor sharp teeth, brown and tan scales trailing down the fighters' fuselages and fanning out into a pair of claws that seemed to "hold" the laser cannons. A set of reptilian eyes were on either side of the canopy, and one could almost picture Darklighter Squadron's engines roaring like the terrifying Krayt Dragon they were modeled after.
:: Solo Squadron, Standing By. ::
Another group of X-Wings came into formation behind Jago, all of them covered in a rich brown that seemed to resemble fur, wavy and curly lines clearly perceptible all throughout the paint scheme. Down their sides was a dotted stripe of crimson: a common Corellian mark of honor. Their emblem saw to a violet lightsaber, surrounded by five astral bodies. Captain Kaz Sulok took pride in the heritage of her fighter group, knowing that they were paying homage to a family that his own Zabrak Culture regarded highly.
:: Celchu Squadron, Standing By. ::
An Arlderaanian Royal Crest flew proudly on the nose of 12 A-Wing Mk.IIs, all of them looking like a lush world, covered in a camouflage-style pattern of icy blues and forest greens, heralding an ancient homeworld lost to war. Captain Verans'indal felt his lekku twitch slightly as he thought that now he, and indeed all the others alongside him, were flying to prevent such an atrocity from ever happening again.
:: Horn Squadron, Standing By. ::
A dozen more A-Wings joined their brethren behind the formation of X-Wings, all of them a solid, CorSec Green. Captain Keida Nidor was pleased to see the readouts of stormy weather on the move over Yavin IV, her near-flat features curling into a Duros smile. The Mandalorians would have not a clue what they were flying into. The sun struck the 12 fighters, making the Silver Lightsaber on their nose appear to glow, twelve A-Wings circling the weapon facing outwards in a not-so-subtle nod to the heroic Rogue Squadron's crest.
:: Janson Squadron, Standing By. ::
The Miralian's tone over the communication frequency was decidedly upbeat and cheery: then again, Captain Sarisa Upari had a lot to be thrilled over: there she was, in command of the twelve most badass, hot-shot B-Wing pilots the Fleet had to offer, and a slew of Mandalorian ships to slag. The day could not be more perfect. Her fighters were, quite possibly, the most garish of violent violets that could be found, almost as if their hue was intended to infuriate their enemies. Their long "tails" were covered in giant images of female members of several species, all posed provocatively and scantily clad. Indeed, even their S-Foils displayed their roguish nature, dominated by a picture of a rather busty Rutian Twi'lek holding two rather large mugs of purple Corellian Ale.
:: Klivian Squadron, Standing By. ::
The other twelve B-Wings looked like they had seen better days. All of them bore long gashes in their metal hulls, what looked to be exposed circuits and wiring, and the carbon scoring so common to hits from blaster fire. The Sullustan at the lead of the formation could only chuckle at thinking just what would the Mandalorian response be at seeing this squadron looking like it had already been through the grinder, Captain Sorn Naa bringing his group in with Janson Squadrons: hiding behind the nearly-double-wing in front of them.
:: Bohemian Squadron, Standing By. ::
The blue-and-silver X-Wings of Bohemian Squadron remained separate from the seven in front of them, technically not being a part of that battle group. Still, Captain Wyren Starla was more than eager to get into Orbit and get this show on the road, joining up with her Guardian Fleet brothers and sisters and bringing the hammer down on these foreign invaders.
:: All Squadrons accounted for, :: Jago confirmed, the red lights on his display each changing to green as the fighter group they were attached to checked in.
:: Lock Ess-Foils in Attack Position. ::
The hiss of hydraulics and the whine of electronic systems and gears filled the skies as the X-Wings and B-Wings opened themselves up into the forms they were most known for, Jago popping his wings as well and grinning as his targeting computer adjusted for the fact that his laser cannons were now active.
:: We're going to form up near Yavin Station, where we'll link up with the rest of the fighters from Guardian Fleet, :: Jago informed the pilots behind him as the upper atmosphere of Yavin IV began to give way to space. With practiced ease he dialed down the inertial compensator of his fighter, making sure he would still feel a touch of gravity so he could have a better grasp on his maneuvers, but ultimately making sure he did not black- or red-out from pulling extreme Gs.
:: Stand by for breaking atmo. Once we're up there, boys and girls, the fight is on: let's give these bucketheads a day they'll never forget! Hua!? ::
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