Lt Tanbis felt his throat tighten as the black figure stomped down the steps from the shuttle. He felt slightly better when he realised he could still swallow and breath and the tightening was not due to the infamous ability of the Dark Lord; but rather him just being shit scarred.
With a gush of welcoming noises the Lt. showed Lord Vader the way. Not before noticing that a rather interesting ship was also now in the hangar... That had to be the legendary Advanced x1, Vader's personal fighter.
When they reached the bridge Tanbis was dismissed, some would say rather abruptly, as Vader stomped through into the control room. Breathing a sigh of relief he resolved to now get as far away as possible from Vader. A below followed by a slight choking noise coming from the control room only served to hasten his resolve which decided, unilaterally, to take over his other senses and run like crap.
He was sitting in the mess deck with Black Squadron academy pilot members when he heard from a comms Officer what all the commotion, and choking, had been about. Apparently Lord Vader had given strict instructions (which hadn't been deciphered and relayed by the now very blue and going stiff quick Junior Comms technician) to the Commander to have the elite members of Black Squadron ready to escort him when he arrived. But Mauler, Backstabber, Dark Curse and even DS-6-1-8 and Wampa had all been assigned to Imperial escort duty way out of sector and would not be available for another week at least. It was this information which formed the basis of Vader's wrath.
A buzz was going around the mess room quicker than a Wookie at a free food dash. Rumours abound as to what the Dark Lord could possibly want Black Squadron for. Was it the rumoured arrival in the sector of a rebel ambush fleet, or was it the 'never proved', don't exist, squadron of rogue Tie pilots who were, it was reported, helping out the local pirates and bounty hunters. Maybe it was the 'biggie' - the arrival in sector of the rebel know as Skywalker whom Lord Vader seemed to have a particular interest in, if it was odds on the scoundrel know as Solo and his walking carpet sidekick would be around too. Everyone seemed to have an opinion and everyone seemed to be voicing these very loudly.
Instant silence from this cacophony would be very hard to imagine. But that is indeed what happened as the door slid open to reveal the helmeted, black suited silhouette of Vader. More than one of the occupants cursed themselves as they suddenly believed the old tale that if you said his name too many times he would appear! Vader stomped into the centre of the room. A few deep exhales sufficed to make sure everyone was concentrating on him as well as not embarrassing themselves with involuntary bowel motions.
"You, you, you, and you...Suit up and meet me in the hangar in ten minutes."
Spinning on his feet so as his cape billowed (in a dramatic over camp fashion, although no one would ever voice that opinion) behind him Vader proceeded to stomp out of the room.
With a gush of welcoming noises the Lt. showed Lord Vader the way. Not before noticing that a rather interesting ship was also now in the hangar... That had to be the legendary Advanced x1, Vader's personal fighter.
When they reached the bridge Tanbis was dismissed, some would say rather abruptly, as Vader stomped through into the control room. Breathing a sigh of relief he resolved to now get as far away as possible from Vader. A below followed by a slight choking noise coming from the control room only served to hasten his resolve which decided, unilaterally, to take over his other senses and run like crap.
He was sitting in the mess deck with Black Squadron academy pilot members when he heard from a comms Officer what all the commotion, and choking, had been about. Apparently Lord Vader had given strict instructions (which hadn't been deciphered and relayed by the now very blue and going stiff quick Junior Comms technician) to the Commander to have the elite members of Black Squadron ready to escort him when he arrived. But Mauler, Backstabber, Dark Curse and even DS-6-1-8 and Wampa had all been assigned to Imperial escort duty way out of sector and would not be available for another week at least. It was this information which formed the basis of Vader's wrath.
A buzz was going around the mess room quicker than a Wookie at a free food dash. Rumours abound as to what the Dark Lord could possibly want Black Squadron for. Was it the rumoured arrival in the sector of a rebel ambush fleet, or was it the 'never proved', don't exist, squadron of rogue Tie pilots who were, it was reported, helping out the local pirates and bounty hunters. Maybe it was the 'biggie' - the arrival in sector of the rebel know as Skywalker whom Lord Vader seemed to have a particular interest in, if it was odds on the scoundrel know as Solo and his walking carpet sidekick would be around too. Everyone seemed to have an opinion and everyone seemed to be voicing these very loudly.
Instant silence from this cacophony would be very hard to imagine. But that is indeed what happened as the door slid open to reveal the helmeted, black suited silhouette of Vader. More than one of the occupants cursed themselves as they suddenly believed the old tale that if you said his name too many times he would appear! Vader stomped into the centre of the room. A few deep exhales sufficed to make sure everyone was concentrating on him as well as not embarrassing themselves with involuntary bowel motions.
"You, you, you, and you...Suit up and meet me in the hangar in ten minutes."
Spinning on his feet so as his cape billowed (in a dramatic over camp fashion, although no one would ever voice that opinion) behind him Vader proceeded to stomp out of the room.
Exactly thirteen minutes later Vader sped out of the hangar bay doors closely followed by five academy pilots. Tanbis looked out over the scene and thought to himself that the five would either come back as heroes of the Empire... Or not at all.
Over the next few days they would, he supposed, get to know whose theory; as to why Vader wanted the Black Squadron was correct.
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Juno watched the Tie Advanced in front of her move with far more agility than it should as they all pulled into formation. She knew that if there was ever a time to make a name for herself then this was it. A glance to the side saw her companions, Cive, Tam and Lightman, all testing their Ties controls. Vader had only told them they were out to save the Empire and to follow his commands. Other details were not forthcoming and no one who was particularly fond of breathing tended to quiz Lord Vader.
Over the next few days they would, he supposed, get to know whose theory; as to why Vader wanted the Black Squadron was correct.
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Juno watched the Tie Advanced in front of her move with far more agility than it should as they all pulled into formation. She knew that if there was ever a time to make a name for herself then this was it. A glance to the side saw her companions, Cive, Tam and Lightman, all testing their Ties controls. Vader had only told them they were out to save the Empire and to follow his commands. Other details were not forthcoming and no one who was particularly fond of breathing tended to quiz Lord Vader.
It seemed that she, like everyone else would have to wait to see what was in store for them...
So these are the pilots that will be escorting me to the Regional comp at Leisure Games on Sunday... Wish them well
Lord Vader - Advanced x1 Cluster Missiles, Marksmanship and Engine Upgrade.
Juno - Black Squadron - Veteran Instincts
Cive - Black Squadron - Determiniation
Tam - Black Squadron - Determination
Lightman - Black Squadron - Draw Fire
So these are the pilots that will be escorting me to the Regional comp at Leisure Games on Sunday... Wish them well
Lord Vader - Advanced x1 Cluster Missiles, Marksmanship and Engine Upgrade.
Juno - Black Squadron - Veteran Instincts
Cive - Black Squadron - Determiniation
Tam - Black Squadron - Determination
Lightman - Black Squadron - Draw Fire