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Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 0:56:20 GMT
08-20-2010, 04:50 PM
Romon
Romon stood in the hanger bay, wearing an old beat up flight suit. He looked over at his bird and tarps spreading under here to keep the paint from getting on the hanger floor. The High General had given the fighter wings permission to paint their birds as they saw fit. Romon's was already black and red from his days as a mercenary, but time had taken a tole on the paint job. What used to be a rich gloss black and flame red now looked very dark gray and a shade of pink. The squadron had had a little down time recently and Romon figured this would be a good way for Rogues to build a little moral and it would give the pilots a chance to take pride in their birds.
Romon pulled out his data pad and sent a message to all the Rogues. "You are welcome to come to the hanger and put a custom paint job on your bird. Supplies provided."
Romon walked over to where Ari had stacked cans of paint, tarps, rollers, brushes, tape and masking just in case anyone wanted to get really creative, and several air guns for spraying paint. He shock his head. Did he even want to know where she "tactility acquired" the good?
Grabbing cans of red and black paint, masking material, tape, and a spray gun.
After taping off the portions of the haul he wanted to leave red, Romon started to shoot a fresh coat of gloss black on his bird.
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Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 0:57:46 GMT
08-21-2010, 02:53 AM
Torr
Torr walked in behind Romon and he couldn't help but smile as he saw the new XO was keeping busy taking care of his squadron. "How you doing Ghost." he asked with a smile as he was getting more and more used to calling him that since the former Ghost was his twin.
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08-21-2010, 03:22 AM
Romon
Looking back at the High General he smiled. It was good to see him out among his men. Romon had been kicking around the idea of a new paint job and he decided to go with it. It would involve some doing but he thought it would be worth it.
"Oh, I'm doing all right buddy. I have this big training exercise coming up that only a few people know about. It will be fun for the troops, and it will give the community a....new respect for New Republic air power, namely Rogue Squadron. I figured having our birds all painted up would draw attention to us and off the Wraiths, allowing them to operate with a bit more secrecy. I was just going to redo my old paint job, but I have a new one in mind. I don't mean to sound rude, but I kinda wanna get the graphics laid out while they are fresh in my mind."
Romon went back to the fighter and got to work. He masked off any objects he did not wanted painted such as the transpara steel canopy, thruster nozzles, nav lights etc. He then laid down a base coat of gloss black paint. After the paint had dried he started masking off graphics.
He laid out the traditional Rouge squadron nose stripes and wing accent designs. He also added New Republic logos, one on each wing so even in attack formation you could still see them. He sprayed them down in gloss red. He had painted over his old kill tallies. He was now a Rouge and as a pilot in such he had not scored any kills so he did not have any tallies.
After that had dried and he had removed the masking, he examined his handie work. It was Rouge in and of itself. Just an exact opposite of the Rogue traditional white. It needed a few things. He added stencils of the same skulls that he had painted on the sides of his helmet to the side ares behind his cockpit, below here Vamp sat. He then turned his attention to the proton torpedo launcher area. At some point long ago he had replaced the normal durasteel exit area ports with some chromesteel ones for the strength factor, but they could also be polished to a high shine for some flash. After her had the areas gleaming he laid down a stencil of the words "EAT THIS". Finally he added stencils of the word "Ghost" , his call sign. All of the text letters were in a more gothic font than basic. After laying down more gloss red paint, and removing the masking, Romon stepped back again to see how she looked.
Vamp whistled excitedly in approval and burbled something about a dirty mind in reference to the wording near the launcher. "Vamp, I am gonna have your memory wiped, i swear, you always have a smart comment to say about everything." He was fighting to keep a grin off of his face. But the little guy was right, she looked damn good and there was a joke intended there, but its context were open to debate.
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Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2015 0:59:33 GMT
08-21-2010, 10:29 AM
Jason Echo
Jason recieved the message and went to the hangar bay. As he entered he could see Romon and Torr talking. He walked over towards them, "Hello, i'm looking forward to repainting my ship it's needed one for a good while" he said grinning at them both. He made his departure over to his ship a few meters away.
He pulled out red and white paint cans and began. His main focus was to get rid of all the scorch marks left from battles back in his mercenary days. It took quite some time to finish but his A-wing was shining proudly with its new paint job. The craft looked brand new with it's new red and white colors gleaming. He had added New Republic Insignias, amongst other things. He turned to Romon, "What do you think".
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Arianna
Ari smiled as Romon shook his head at the pile of items she had 'collected' for the squadron to paint the birds. He had simply asked for some paint and brushes. But she had quickly learned back home that tit-for-tat was a way of life. By giving this man a bottle of fresh Hutt meade, and that one the case of dynoplas sticks she had aquired from the first man, and then passing on that treasure to someone else, she had amassed quite the collection for the squadron to use. It wasn't 'exactly' stealing, because it was all given to her... but the initial bottle of meade had been aquired by not too legit means. But she wasn't going to tell HIM that.
Leaning back on the support beam she looked down at the others slowly trickelling in. She had discovered the barrel blocked ladder to the rafters a few days ago. It made a nice place to sit, watch and listen to the happenings below. She wondered if anyone realized how accoustically wonderful the hanger was. Down below you couldn't hear someone 30 feet away unless they hollered. But up here, she could hear nearly every conversation. Smiling she leaned back and went back to sketching. She had decided to come up with a 'rogue' symbol of her own. Once done she would make sure each bird had one. It probably wasn't the best move, but back home, an illicit tag on common aircraft brought them together like a family. Sure, everyone had the same last name... in this case "Rogue Squadron"... but to have an identical signature... something besides the 'approved' one everyone had... now THAT made them family.
And she was about to become momma duck to this brood. They wouldn't know when, they wouldn't know how... and with luck, they wouldn't know who... but one morning they would all discover the mark, left by her, that would be the final 'drop of glue' that bound them together.
Looking at her handiwork a moment she smiled once more, "Almost done..."
Ari
"Tink"
Rogue Squadron Mech
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