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Yakko Paam

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  1. Nurture

    "just quick, then we can leave. The ship is ready." Yakko said and cleared his throat. "Mostly this, are there still only Republic personnel stationed there or is there outside contact now, two, are they actually sscreening people for force users now?"
  2. Nurture

    Yakko sat down behind the pilot's console and had Quarky do a pre-flight check of all the ship's systems and especially the main computer while he did the same for the readouts of sensors and the like. As far as he could see, all the systems of the Starlit Queen seemed to be working just fine. He had expected as much, as she was old but obviously well cared for, but he had learned the hard way that you didn't depend on anyone's work but your own. Quarky beeped and told him that on his end everything seemed to be working just fine. With a satisfied grunt, he turned everything on standby and went to look for Jun Lee. If he was going to set foot on that planet again, he needed more information, because the briefing documents had been a bit vague in some areas. Since the Queen wasn't that large, Lee proved to be easy to find. "Commander, I have a few questions, if you don't mind, Ma'am."
  3. Nurture

    "He didn't have a lightsabre, but he was a fairly good shot." Yakko said, remembering that moment with a healthy amount of dread at going back to that place. "Let's just hope they got over their dislike for Jedi since we were there." He paused and tried to recall the final report they had written on the way back. "We never found out if there were any more, but nothing obvious sprang out at us. For the life of me I can't think of where the supplies would be going this time either." When they'd been there last, there hadn't been much of a black market, but that may have changed. The settlement was much bigger now, and he vaguely recalled hearing somewhere that plans existed for satellite settlements to be established. "What's the population like these days? Still limited to the main settlement?"
  4. Nurture

    Yakko had been back for a grand total of five minutes before he was told to report to the hangar and for his next mission. At first he had been about to complain, but he decided against that for two reasons, one, he really, really wanted and needed this job, for two, he was meant to do what he was good at, fly actual starships. Given by what little information he had, there would be plenty of time to catch up on his sleep. All hail the inventor of the auto-pilot. What he did instead was hurring to the hangar by way of his quarters for a dip into the 'fresher, a change of cloths and a bite to eat. So he walked into the hangar, still chewing on a sandwich with the pulled meat of some sort of local animal that tasted a bit like cured nerf meat, good in other words. 'Bloody hell, I fuckin' hate bein' the last one to arrive.' he thought. Luckily for him he could see that the others he was told to meet looked like they weren't here for that long themselves. He looked down at his feet, thanking the Force that he'd brought his usual pilot's gear when coming here, so he now wore a light grey pilot's overall that could have come from any number of a million planetary merchant fleets with an outragously turquoise and red striped shirt below. As common as the outfit was, it was a few levels beyond what most people expected from someone who was in their minds still a Corellian freelance pilot. Best not be the scruffy looking nerfherder or prototypical shady smuggler type so beloved by so many. In his right hand he held a small carry-on bag with his gear, his blaster was strapped to his hip and Quarky was faithfully following behind. He stopped for a second and had the droid download the data and blueprints on the type of ship the others had assembled in front of, just in case. "Good morning, everyone. Sorry for being late, but I only just got on. Now, what are we up to?"
  5. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    “Acknowledged, lead.” Yakko replied and turned to follow her towards the fort, with a sigh of relief. Shooting people too stupid for their own good was not something he enjoyed doing. The trip back to the fort was enjoyably boring, and when they had clearance for landing, Yakko was looking forward to two things, a refresher and a hot meal. He'd forgotten how awful combat nutrient rations tasted. He was also glad to be out of this deathtrap of a snubfighter. “Outrigger flight signing off for today.” he said when opening the cockpit and taking off his helmet. He locked the fighter down and walked over to where he could see Stell wait for him. “So, what's next?”
  6. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    Whatever it had been, it was gone now. Sensor glitch maybe? He shrugged even though no one could see it and concentrated on orbiting the crashsite. Soon enough, his scopes beeped again, and this time he knew what it was. “Outrigger Lead, this is Two. I have a group of surface vehicles approaching the crashsite from the direction of separatist territory. Request permission to investigate.” He continued to circle, but before Stell could reply, he had another alert. “Lead, they are painting us with targeting scanners. Request perimission to engage instead!” he sent, even though her own threat receivers had to be going as crazy as his now. The targets were way too far away for any sort of MANPAD system of either Republic or Imperial make he was familiar with to reach them. So those people were either almost hillariously incompetent by announcing their presence like this and expecting it to invite any other response than weapons fire, or they had some new toys. After all, he hadn't flown a gnatfly like this since washing out of flight school and MANPADs tended not to be an issue for capital ships. At the same time, he hated scavengers and pirates as much as the next spacer.
  7. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    He was too far away to see exactly what had happened, but by the time he handed the Nek off to the spaceport and had watched her land, the pirates had already crashed. They were too far away from seppie territory for the crash to have been caused by a MANPAD weapon, so the decrepid piece of junk had given out from battle damage. No great loss to the galaxy there. Still, no one deserved to die like that. “Lead, this is two. I've handed the Nek over and they got down fine. I'm coming over to the crashsite to joined you.” He quickly checked his instruments. “Scopes are clear. Right now we are the only things flying. My threat receiver is quiet, all I get are Republic-make sensors.” Using a snubfighter the distance between the base itself and the crash was covered quickly and soon he circled around the funeral pyre of the pirate carrier. From four-hundred metres in the air it looked like any number of crashed ships he'd seen in the war. A short distance away he could see the Bitch, and he decided to form up. As he did so, he couldn't help but wonder. 'Where does that leave us?' He ran a few scans of the Wreckage, and soon he was glad he did. "Huh, that's odd...."
  8. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    Yakko was too busy with catching up to the freighter to beat himself for falling back into old habits. Instead he decided that he at least wanted to stop the freighter. “Old habits die hard, Lead.” He was, barely, close enough for his lasers to reach the aft portion of the freighter. Given the situation, he couldn't risk them getting away. So he fired his lasers even though he was under no illusion of hitting anything at this range and sure enough, nine out of ten of his shots went wide, but it at least distracted them and made them try to evade his fire, and then he had a bit of luck when they swerved around to starboard, showing him their aft end and allow him a near perfect shot. Even a blind bantha couldn't miss now. As soon as the computer had locked the shot, he fired. The projectile crossed the distance in seconds and sure enough, it detonated hard against the weak shields of the freighter. As it was still set to proximity blast, most of the damage was deflected by the shields, but they were slowing down a bit, so it had to have taken a bite out of their drive. He closed, firing his lasers as he went. What few came even close added more damage. And then.... “Two. Lead. Am I seeing things or are they really heading to the planet?” He was too professional to hope that he'd taken piece of their hyperdrive, but still, he would take what he could get. Maybe they'd find out what was going on after all.
  9. Sign In/ Out

    Starting a new Job tomorrow, so my time on here will be reduced big-time.
  10. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    “I got him, Lead. Juuuust where I want him.” Even he couldn't miss this time. Two bolts slammed into the engine and his opponent was turned into a cloud of gas. Yakko checked his scopes and saw that the only contact still marked as hostile was the freighter. Going by the flight profile, he was legging it, and probably already calculating the jump to lightspeed. Chevric was too far away, so he pushed the throttle to the stops and went in pursuit. “One, this is two. Their carrier is making a break for it, attempting an intercept.” He knew that he had one more torpedo, so he set it to proximity blast and tried to get a lock on the engine compartment of he fleeing pirate freighter. “Unknown freighter, heave to and prepare to be boarded, or I will blow up everything aft of your main power core.”
  11. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    He saw the explosion of the torpedo out of the corner of his eye, but barely acknowledged it. He was too busy trying to line up a shot of his own. The computer locked in and he fired almost by reflex. He'd done so at roughly the same range as Chevric, but a few seconds later. That gave the pirate a bit more time to try and evade, but in the end the torpedo smashed into the fighter's hull roughly where the starboard wing met the cockpit section. Yakko felt the high of his first kill. As much as he liked flying the big stuff, he realized that moment that the fighter pilots had a point when they described this part of combat to him. Usually shortly before the whole scene degenerated into a barfight. On his scanners Yakko could see that the one remaining fighter had turned around and was trying to go back to his carrier ship. Clearly they hadn't expected the freighter to be escorted. The third pirate was just barely within range of his cannons, so Yakko pushed the throttle just that tiny bit further forward to close the distance, praying that the computer could give him a lock. Eventually the targeting recitcle turned green and he fired a five-second burst of laser bolts. Much to no one's surprise, none of them even came close. That moment he envied those guys who could supposedly hit a target no more than two metres wide without a computer. Yakko decided not to let this worry him and instead he fired again. And again. And again. Only with his last burst did he hit, but it was not a kill shot. Instead one of the bolts damaged one of the engines, because he could see the fighter swerving to the left and 'down' from it's plane of flight before the pilot could compensate for the change in thrust.
  12. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    “Acknowledged, Lead.” Yakko cursed every god in existence as he frantically tried to remember how to raise the shields. He sighed with relief as he found the switch and the shield generator hummed at maximum capacity. The pirates were coming at them from directly head-on, so he maximized his frontal shields. Next he fired up the targeting computer and thanked the same gods that it was a relatively new model, so it was more capable of compensating for the quick moves that were sure to come. S-Foils were locked and he readjusted his position in his seat and followed Lead as they bore in towards the enemy. At this point he could see what they were, and to his surprise, all three were Mk.VI Supremacy-Class starfighters. In one of those strange instances he had time to remember that while the Empire had always been less diligent about where their surplus equipment ended up as long as it was aimed at someone else, the Imps had pulled literally everything that could fly off the salvage yards during the final Republic attack. He checked his scanners and could see that the profiles weren't quite the same as those in the warbook, they were all a bit slower, either not in very good repair or somewhat modified. With that in mind, he set his lasers to rapid fire, a mode in which they'd be shorter ranged, less accurate and each bolt was lower powered but where each cannon fired a lot more of them. He was under no illusion that anything but spray and pray was the order of the day for him. The problem was, those things generally weren't equipped with hyperdrive, so there had to be either a base or a carrier nearby. “Lead, this is Two, I show our targets as three Imp interceptors, Variant Mk.VI type. Can you see anything else?”
  13. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    Yakko quickly fell back into the routines that had been drummed into him in flight school and during his time with the Navy. Quick walkaround, no leaking fuel or any visible damage that wasn't cosmetic, inside the systems all powered up and the controlboard showed no issues. As soon as the ladders had been pulled away and the fuel-lines disconnected, he fired up the repulsorlifts and carefully moved the fighter out of the hangar. He hadn't flown anything this small and fragile in a while, so by the time he was out and he fired up the sublight drive to follow Outrigger Leader, he dearly wanted to wipe the sweat off his face. Following her proved to be easy even for him, as they were going straight up into space. Once he saw the curvature of Dantooine recede below and behind him and change into the silver-dotted black of space, he once again remembered and understood the appeal of flying a glorified gnat. They took a fairly straigh-tline course, but it still gave him the opportunity to get used to flying an Aurek again. After receiving permission to do so, he slowly began to reacquaint himself with flying a fighter in space. Nothing overly extravagant, but just enough so that he had a feel for it again and to begin teaching his instincts that what he was flying now moved a whole lot faster than the Providence, a Valor-Class cruiser and his last assignment in the Navy. He hesitated for a moment before activating the fire-control computer for another systems test. He really, really hoped that he wouldn't have to put his abysmal Starfighter marksmanship to the test, but if recent experience was any indication, he would certainly have to. As the two fighters approached the jump point, he slowly began feeling at least somewhat comfortable. “Outrigger Lead, this is Two. Request hyperspace co-ordinates.”
  14. You Can Be My Wingman Anytime

    “Go to Hangar A3.” “No I don't care if you washed out of fighter training. We need everyone we can get.” So much for doing what he was good at, but given recent events, he wasn't surprised that things were not going as planned. The flight suit Yakko was wearing now had been 'rush-rush' issued, and thankfully he was of fairly average build, so getting one that fitted hadn't been much of a problem, and as he thanked any gods that might listen that he had washed out late enough in the program to be able to actually handle a snubfighter without crashing into the other people in the formation. Not that he was in practice. Or that he had been anything but the worst shot in his class. He'd washed out partly because he'd sometimes broken formation without orders and partly because he'd failed, not placed last in, outright failed every single marksmanship exercise and test. Between those two things.... His helmet, a re-conditioned war-surplus like most Peacekeeper equipment, had at least been given a fresh coat of white paint, though it lacked every other identifying mark. The hangar wasn't entirely full. Almost all of the fighters he could see were Aurek models. Good. If his recollection was right, it was a comparatively docile thing to fly. Not that it helped. Finding one particular pair of fighters wasn't all that easy with all the activity in the hangar, but the hastily scribbled orders he'd been given had made the location clear. The two fighters were parked to the side of the hangar and he could see Lieutenant Chevric standing next to it, impatience radiating off her. Yakko checked his chrono, but luckily he wasn't actually late yet. The distance was easily crossed, but he slowed his steps somewhat to have a quick glance at the Aurek that was probably his. Like every other one he'd seen it looked like re-conditioned surplus, but what little experience he had told him that while a lot of the military equipment the Enclave used might be old, at least it was well maintained and cared for. There would be time for a proper walk-around later, but it wasn't like there was much in the way of damage outside the dents and scrapes that came with the use of spacecraft in, well, space. 'Oh gods, please don't let me screw this up.' With that thought, he looked back at the woman. “Lieutenant Chevric? Yakko Paam.”
  15. Baby steps

    "And may the Force be with you too, Master Azner. Let's hope our next outing together is less exciting." Yakko didn't take long to carry what little posessions he'd taken to his small set of rooms. Since he could hardly show up in a shot-up uniform, he made a mental note to get some replacement issued and chose the least-garish shirt that he had, given that his best set of formals was still somewhere in the depths of his assorted belongings that he had to unpack. Thus attired in his least garish shirt and a freshly laundered set of Corellian military pants, he made his way into the Enclave itself and towards the Commander's Office. With his ID getting past the sentries was trivial, and only minutes later he knocked on the door, hoping that he wouldn't get shot at again any time soon.