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Retribution Fleet Tour NL - 7.02 Narrative Extension (07/10/02)
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Mission: R2F 7.02 is Downloadable at:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/itoddb/files/r2f702.ZIP
- or for the mission revision made for TIE DOS Collectors CD:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/itoddb/files/r2f702-rev.tie
For locations that are talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/itod/
For any ships talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/shipyard/
The R2F Tour 7.02 "Massacre" Narrative Extension was written by Major Ryan Coburn.
-- Narrative
Ryan stood at ease in front of the large wooden desk, trying not to let his eyes wander around the room, or to the window where the rest of the task force drifted by. He could just now make out his own squadrons home ship, the Interdictor Cruiser Chains of Justice. He also was making a conscious effort not to chew on the end of the cigar hanging in the right side of his mouth. The man behind a desk made a slight coughing sound that drew Ryan?s attention back to him. Dressed in a General?s uniform, the man before him was probably several years younger than Ryan.
?Let me get this straight Major. You want me, to grant you special dispensation, apart from our own rather good Intel Division, to go on a scouting mission?? Lieutenant General Adam ?Vender? Fene began, looking up at Ryan over the edge of the data slate.
?That?s correct Sir. Quite frankly, I?ve never trusted an Intel Division. Not when I was an Imperial, not during the Alliance days, and really have no reason to trust the current one, with all respect to those who do their jobs there. The fact is sir that the Prometheus is in no condition whatsoever to take on anything bigger than a corvette. It needs to be put into a repair yard bad, or at least we need to get parts that we need to do some patch up work themselves. I?m of no use to Shadow right now, the docs won?t clear me for combat flying, nor can I even get my fighter repaired by the techs in anything less than a month?s time. This will at least do the fleet some good. ? Ryan replied, sticking his hands in his flight suits pockets.
Vender looked Ryan up and down. Dressed in a pilot?s uniform, he didn?t stand out too much from many of the other pilots in the fleet. He was not the only one who refused to turn in his black TIE suit for the orange favored by the republic. What made him unique was the fact that was about as far as his following of regulations went. Over his flight suit he wore a well-worn synth leather jacket, sporting various patches, amongst them, a very worn out Skull Squadron CO patch, a Vengeance wing SO patch, and a more recent addition of a Shadow Squadron patch his face sported a 5 o?clock shadow with a shaggy looking gotee. The only regulation thing on him was his short-cropped hair. The DH-44 that hung low on either hip were a bit excessive, covered the seams of his flight suit, which were faded and looked like something sewn on them had been ripped off. Vender remembered that his file had said something about a Corellian Blood Stripe. Vender wondered how he had gotten away with his appearance without reprimands for so long.
?Alright, what exactly are you suggesting? I?ve read your proposal, but I want to hear it from you.?
Ryan sighed and nodded. ?What I plan to do is head for the Eridan Construction and Repair Yard in the Eridani system. They?re known for mainly fighter parts, but have trade agreements with the Zephran Grand Fleet Yards, which are capable of producing Cruiser size parts. I?ve got some contacts on Eridani, and can start getting components and such for us to make patch up repairs. I?d suggest just heading for either shipyard for official work, but neither are secure enough to put a Star Destroyer in and maintain security on it, or be defended enough to prevent attacks. Best we can do is get the parts, then either ship them to our own Yards at Morba, the new base at Aecreas, or directly to the Prometheus to make on the go fixing.?
Ryan lit his cigar as the General thought it over and made a few comm. calls. Finally Vender looked up from his desk. ?Alright Major. We?ll try it your way. What will you need??
Ryan nodded and pulled out a second data pad from a pocket on his flight suit. ?A direct com-link to either whatever transport fleet you want to set up to take supplies, or to an Intel officer who will control when the pick up times are. I?ve already got a ship to take me there and for my use in this operation. An escort shuttle by the name of Wandering Misfit. I believe it is still docked in the flight bay of the Chains.?
Vender nodded and signed a couple sheets, then handed them to an aide. ?The orders have been signed, you?ll be contacted by your Intel contact shortly. Good Luck Major, hopefully this will get the Prometheus back up to speed.?
* * * * *
Ryan frowned as he looked up from the report on his desk and looked at the Retribution Fleet Intel officer seated across from him.
?What do you mean the cargo ships were impounded? Those parts were paid for in full up front and through at least 2 dummy corporations and one real one here at Eridani.?
The Intel officer shook his head and shrugged. ?The remaining Imperial forces in this Sector have put up a firm net around the entire Zephran System. They were originally letting parts from the Grand Fleet Yards out, partly because they were skimming part of the profits off, partly because they were using it to maintain system popularity. But the pounding that the Fleet has given them has caused them to close all borders and take complete control of the Fleet Yards for their own repairs. Word is they?ve even got plans to lay a keel for a new Class Star Destroyer. I can?t confirm it, but they have confiscated at least 2 corvettes that are nearing completion.?
Ryan sighed and ran a hand threw his short black hair and then stood up. ?Well then, I guess I?ll have to go get the parts myself.? Ryan said as he pulled out a comm. and clicked over to a secure channel. A gruff voice came back over the line.
A gruff voice came back over the line, ?What do you want??
?Coralis, fire up the Misfit and get a course plotted for Zephran.? Ryan said, ignoring the rudeness of the other man?s answer.
?Uh, roger that boss, Misfit out.? The man on the other end replied, voice a little confused.
The Intel officer stood, a little confused himself, ?Major, Sir, you can?t be serious. You?re not going to be able to get into that system and back out again.
Ryan shrugged on his synth-leather jacket and looked at the Intel officer. ?That?s exactly what I?m doing. Where better to get those parts. Besides, a first hand report of a senior combat pilot can?t hurt when one of the task forces finally come knocking.? Ryan smirked and lit a cigar as he walked for the door. He was probably going against orders, but it wasn?t the first time.
* * * * *
Ryan sat at the console of the beat up old escort shuttle and prepared to drop out of hyperspace and scratched the stubble on his cheek, thinking about what exactly they would find when they finally got to the Zephran system. His thoughts were broken by the muttering of the being next to him. Ryan looked over and raised an eyebrow at the old Sullustian seated there. ?What was that Vindri??
The man behind him spoke up first ?He said that this is a bad idea. One I tend to agree with.?
Ryan glanced over his shoulder and then back at the console. ?Exit in one minute. And you two could have stayed back nice and safe on Eridani Coralis.?
?And owe you another one? Ain?t no way Corellian. After this, we?re even.? The old man said, sitting down in one of the rear seats. ? Me, Vindri, and the Misfit are getting too damn old for all this gallivanting into war-zones.?
Ryan chuckled and looked at the timer, pulling the lever to drop them from hyperspace. ?Exiting now. Lets see what the scanners say.? Ryan?s smirk quickly turned to a frown. ?Ah hell. Vindri, give me a scan of the system, I want everything in this space tagged and stored, we?ll look at it later. Coralis, plot us a course to get the hell out of here. Head for these coordinates. ? Ryan barked out orders, entering the coordinates and forwarding them to Coralis? console. Vender was not going to be happy about this, and Ryan certainly did not envy the task force that got to crack THIS nut.
--
": )
Lt. General Adam "Vender" Fene
Retribution Fleet CO
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Mission: R2F 7.02 is Downloadable at:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/itoddb/files/r2f702.ZIP
- or for the mission revision made for TIE DOS Collectors CD:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/itoddb/files/r2f702-rev.tie
For locations that are talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/itod/
For any ships talked about in this narrative, visit:
http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/r2f/shipyard/
The R2F Tour 7.02 "Massacre" Narrative Extension was written by Major Ryan Coburn.
-- Narrative
Ryan stood at ease in front of the large wooden desk, trying not to let his eyes wander around the room, or to the window where the rest of the task force drifted by. He could just now make out his own squadrons home ship, the Interdictor Cruiser Chains of Justice. He also was making a conscious effort not to chew on the end of the cigar hanging in the right side of his mouth. The man behind a desk made a slight coughing sound that drew Ryan?s attention back to him. Dressed in a General?s uniform, the man before him was probably several years younger than Ryan.
?Let me get this straight Major. You want me, to grant you special dispensation, apart from our own rather good Intel Division, to go on a scouting mission?? Lieutenant General Adam ?Vender? Fene began, looking up at Ryan over the edge of the data slate.
?That?s correct Sir. Quite frankly, I?ve never trusted an Intel Division. Not when I was an Imperial, not during the Alliance days, and really have no reason to trust the current one, with all respect to those who do their jobs there. The fact is sir that the Prometheus is in no condition whatsoever to take on anything bigger than a corvette. It needs to be put into a repair yard bad, or at least we need to get parts that we need to do some patch up work themselves. I?m of no use to Shadow right now, the docs won?t clear me for combat flying, nor can I even get my fighter repaired by the techs in anything less than a month?s time. This will at least do the fleet some good. ? Ryan replied, sticking his hands in his flight suits pockets.
Vender looked Ryan up and down. Dressed in a pilot?s uniform, he didn?t stand out too much from many of the other pilots in the fleet. He was not the only one who refused to turn in his black TIE suit for the orange favored by the republic. What made him unique was the fact that was about as far as his following of regulations went. Over his flight suit he wore a well-worn synth leather jacket, sporting various patches, amongst them, a very worn out Skull Squadron CO patch, a Vengeance wing SO patch, and a more recent addition of a Shadow Squadron patch his face sported a 5 o?clock shadow with a shaggy looking gotee. The only regulation thing on him was his short-cropped hair. The DH-44 that hung low on either hip were a bit excessive, covered the seams of his flight suit, which were faded and looked like something sewn on them had been ripped off. Vender remembered that his file had said something about a Corellian Blood Stripe. Vender wondered how he had gotten away with his appearance without reprimands for so long.
?Alright, what exactly are you suggesting? I?ve read your proposal, but I want to hear it from you.?
Ryan sighed and nodded. ?What I plan to do is head for the Eridan Construction and Repair Yard in the Eridani system. They?re known for mainly fighter parts, but have trade agreements with the Zephran Grand Fleet Yards, which are capable of producing Cruiser size parts. I?ve got some contacts on Eridani, and can start getting components and such for us to make patch up repairs. I?d suggest just heading for either shipyard for official work, but neither are secure enough to put a Star Destroyer in and maintain security on it, or be defended enough to prevent attacks. Best we can do is get the parts, then either ship them to our own Yards at Morba, the new base at Aecreas, or directly to the Prometheus to make on the go fixing.?
Ryan lit his cigar as the General thought it over and made a few comm. calls. Finally Vender looked up from his desk. ?Alright Major. We?ll try it your way. What will you need??
Ryan nodded and pulled out a second data pad from a pocket on his flight suit. ?A direct com-link to either whatever transport fleet you want to set up to take supplies, or to an Intel officer who will control when the pick up times are. I?ve already got a ship to take me there and for my use in this operation. An escort shuttle by the name of Wandering Misfit. I believe it is still docked in the flight bay of the Chains.?
Vender nodded and signed a couple sheets, then handed them to an aide. ?The orders have been signed, you?ll be contacted by your Intel contact shortly. Good Luck Major, hopefully this will get the Prometheus back up to speed.?
* * * * *
Ryan frowned as he looked up from the report on his desk and looked at the Retribution Fleet Intel officer seated across from him.
?What do you mean the cargo ships were impounded? Those parts were paid for in full up front and through at least 2 dummy corporations and one real one here at Eridani.?
The Intel officer shook his head and shrugged. ?The remaining Imperial forces in this Sector have put up a firm net around the entire Zephran System. They were originally letting parts from the Grand Fleet Yards out, partly because they were skimming part of the profits off, partly because they were using it to maintain system popularity. But the pounding that the Fleet has given them has caused them to close all borders and take complete control of the Fleet Yards for their own repairs. Word is they?ve even got plans to lay a keel for a new Class Star Destroyer. I can?t confirm it, but they have confiscated at least 2 corvettes that are nearing completion.?
Ryan sighed and ran a hand threw his short black hair and then stood up. ?Well then, I guess I?ll have to go get the parts myself.? Ryan said as he pulled out a comm. and clicked over to a secure channel. A gruff voice came back over the line.
A gruff voice came back over the line, ?What do you want??
?Coralis, fire up the Misfit and get a course plotted for Zephran.? Ryan said, ignoring the rudeness of the other man?s answer.
?Uh, roger that boss, Misfit out.? The man on the other end replied, voice a little confused.
The Intel officer stood, a little confused himself, ?Major, Sir, you can?t be serious. You?re not going to be able to get into that system and back out again.
Ryan shrugged on his synth-leather jacket and looked at the Intel officer. ?That?s exactly what I?m doing. Where better to get those parts. Besides, a first hand report of a senior combat pilot can?t hurt when one of the task forces finally come knocking.? Ryan smirked and lit a cigar as he walked for the door. He was probably going against orders, but it wasn?t the first time.
* * * * *
Ryan sat at the console of the beat up old escort shuttle and prepared to drop out of hyperspace and scratched the stubble on his cheek, thinking about what exactly they would find when they finally got to the Zephran system. His thoughts were broken by the muttering of the being next to him. Ryan looked over and raised an eyebrow at the old Sullustian seated there. ?What was that Vindri??
The man behind him spoke up first ?He said that this is a bad idea. One I tend to agree with.?
Ryan glanced over his shoulder and then back at the console. ?Exit in one minute. And you two could have stayed back nice and safe on Eridani Coralis.?
?And owe you another one? Ain?t no way Corellian. After this, we?re even.? The old man said, sitting down in one of the rear seats. ? Me, Vindri, and the Misfit are getting too damn old for all this gallivanting into war-zones.?
Ryan chuckled and looked at the timer, pulling the lever to drop them from hyperspace. ?Exiting now. Lets see what the scanners say.? Ryan?s smirk quickly turned to a frown. ?Ah hell. Vindri, give me a scan of the system, I want everything in this space tagged and stored, we?ll look at it later. Coralis, plot us a course to get the hell out of here. Head for these coordinates. ? Ryan barked out orders, entering the coordinates and forwarding them to Coralis? console. Vender was not going to be happy about this, and Ryan certainly did not envy the task force that got to crack THIS nut.
--
": )
Lt. General Adam "Vender" Fene
Retribution Fleet CO