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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:01:18 GMT
Strange New World10-12-2016, 01:17 PM Gaen Drexel Plain and simple, Gaen did not like Citadel Station. The massive construct was impressive, there was no doubt; but the sterile, durasteel environment in which he'd lived for the past few weeks could never match the perfect beaches or triple filtered oceans that he'd grown up with. It was cold in space and it was dark, definitely a huge adjustment for any planet dwelling being to become accustomed. So why was he still here, amongst the numerous other species that called the station home? In the first days after their transport docked with the station, the answer to that question had seemed simple enough. Individuals from all over the galaxy were seeking out safety and security offered by the New Republic, but as time drew on and his family settled in the strange place, it became that many of these people were willing to risk their lives in order to fight for democracy, the same sense of purpose that the war on his home planet had instilled within him. The tyrannical Empire was still a major threat and if gone unchecked, could very well reclaim their hold on the galaxy. His thoughts often harkened back to his home world, to the death and destruction that had gripped the once peaceful planet when the Imperials descended upon them like a swarm of Dardanellian locusts. From the stories he'd heard from the older Ilohnians during their journey, almost every star system had experienced the same trauma during Palpatine's reign. It became apparent that the New Republic was in dire need of supporters and when he'd come across their recruitment drive, he'd taken the decision to voice his interest. Adjusting to the idea of appropriate human attire was something he was equally uncomfortable with. He looked just like every other potential recruit sitting within the New Republic suite of offices, right down to the heavy soled boots, but his people were accustomed to life connected deeply with nature and the restrictive clothing only made him feel that bit more alien. The datapad he'd handed to the appropriate officer contained his full biography, down to the unwelcomed but necessary involvement in the resistance against the Empire that had taken hold of his planet. So he sat, waiting patiently, watching as body after body before him disappeared through the door that led to a further suite of offices.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:01:55 GMT
10-13-2016, 12:56 AM Arianna Talien
Another rotation in Recruitment. Ari had grown tired of the silent hangers and asked for the temporary assignment. She was probably the only one in the cramped official looking cubicles that had actually asked to be here. But it was better than the almost deafening silence of the flight deck outside the hanger that held the meager handful of assorted fighters and transports of a once great squadron.
She walked into the waiting room, glanced at the hopefuls who ranged from those hoping to become spies and diplomats to those eager to fly or carry a weapon. Her small pulse pistol was enough for her when she had to be armed. She couldn't see herself in the field with a long arm in her grasp. Taking the next datapad from the pile that would be military, she glanced at it. SOLDIER was the requested slot. Not wanting to listen to anotherr male or female talk about how they wanted to look the Empire in the eyes and put them down for good, she chose the next in the stack.
PILOT.
Now this would be interesting. Would he be a hot jockey all fired up to single handedly fire the one shot that downed the elusive Empire? Or would he be a pacifist who desired to fly rescue missions and peace enclaves? Either way, he wanted to fly. “Gayenn Drexel?” She pronounced hoping she wasn't butchering it. Then her mind made mental calculations who would rise. Whoever the candidate was, she would nod and simply say, “This way please.” And would turn back down the hall she had come from.
Not looking back, hoping the man would follow and not wonder what to do, she would duck into a side office and move behind the desk to take a seat. Because it was not her office, and it was shared by those on the rotations here, there were only basic generic pictures on the wall and a couple small Republican items on the back shelf to keep the room from looking like storage with a desk in it. She smiled and waited to see what her newest victim would do.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:02:29 GMT
10-16-2016, 06:13 AM Gaen
Could he overcome the strange and alien way of life he'd experienced since arriving at Talos IV? If it meant being able to return to the life he knew before the Empire came, he'd do anything that the New Republic demanded of him.
The sound of his name called on a foreign voice surprised him, only for the reason that her pronunciation was almost perfect, which was hard for most off-worlders to do. Perhaps she was a woman of space, an individual who had plentiful dealings with many different civilisations. It would be expected after all, for an officer of the New Republic to have experienced more than Talos IV or Citadel Station had to offer. Then again, perhaps she was just gifted when it came to xenolinguistics.
He stood, noting that her shorter stature did not in any way hinder her ability to command the room. She was an officer and they were possible recruits to be sure, but it was her presence that commanded their respect rather than her uniform. "Many Thanks." was his reply, a slight nod of acknowledgement that she was running the show. It wasn't an unnerving situation for him, they would either accept him or they wouldn't. He could find another way of being useful to the government and perhaps even in a way that wouldn't require him to wear such uncomfortable footwear.
When they entered the small office, his attention was not distracted by it's offerings - every room onboard the station looked identical to the last, perhaps a deliberate choice in order to keep their officer's minds focused. So his gaze instead remained fixed on her, flickering occasionally to the datapad that she held so as not to make either of them feel uncomfortable. If he'd learned anything from living in a tourist hotspot, it was to identify those that welcomed his lingering attention and those who didn't.
"I am Gaen Drexel of Iloh, I have come before you Today in the hopes that I may be of service to your Republic."
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:03:04 GMT
10-17-2016, 11:02 PM Arianna
Arianna was in her dress uniform, and with a couple medals on the top, she was often mistaken as an officer by new recruits. The medals she had certainly weren't the norm for more enlisted. But then, she wasn't normal enlisted. She had been left for dead, and found her way home. It had earned her a medal, though she never understood how surviving and coming home deserved such a thing.
Once the guy entered behind her, she settled in her seat and unfastened her jacket to toss it over the bookcase behind her. “Easy, soldier. Just relax. No need to be overly formal in here.” She smiled and nodded for him to relax. “First off, my name is Arianna Talien. You can call me 'Tink'. I am a mechanic in one of our pilot squadrons here.” She waited to see if the fact he was being interviewed by a mechanic would be a problem. “I am going to do your main interview, but we are being monitored, and an officer will make the final decision when it's time.”
She tapped the comm to bring up his info on the screen before her. “You came to be a pilot? May I ask why you want to be in the Navy and not the private sector?” Some wanted glory, some hated the Empire, some had no where else to go. Their drive was what interested Ari.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:03:38 GMT
10-19-2016, 03:54 PM Gaen
Her manner was pleasant and would have been successful in alleviating his nervous disposition, if he were the type of person to feel disconcerted by the interview. He was after all a resolute man, which helped maintain his equanimity in most situations. "Apologies if my basic is too formal, I haven't had such an occasion to utilize the language when formality wasn't required...or expected." In fact, it was only in recent history, during his planet's dealings with the Imperials that he'd had reason to speak in galactic standard at all - many offworlders visiting Iloh insisted that the native language was as pleasant as the offered vistas, an aphrodisiac in some cases.
The revelation of her nickname and it's close connection with her profession didn't register with the male, he was far more interested in her adeptness as a mechanic. "I, too, have a proclivity for mechanics, I never did imagine that I'd develop a higher expertise when it came to flying." He offered a small smile, enough to ingratiate himself with his host, but not to display arrogance or cockiness. The female no doubt had dealt with her fair share of individuals spewing their grandiose and mostly untrue claims, another trait that he didn't hold in common with the average applicant. "I understand." a small nod reinforced his understanding of the interview format, his gaze instinctively seeking out the camera that recorded their conversation.
"Privateers indeed have their importance, but my world has been infected by the Imperials. We rebelled against them and almost won, but their resources were far better organised than ours and that's what brought the survivors of my planet here, to Talos IV. It would appear that the easiest way to cure that infection is by retaliating with a force of equal size and one that is united under a common cause."
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:04:12 GMT
10-19-2016, 06:02 PM Arianna
Arianna smiled as the man apologized for being polite and formal. It was a nice change, and she, for one, was certainly not going to complain. When he said he was also good at mechanical stuff, she smiled brighter. “Will be nice to have someone else in the hanger who understands the birds like I do and can fly them. Some tests have to be done while in flight and trying to explain what I am looking for has sometimes been a hysterical endeavor at best.” She winked teasing, “May have you make you my pilot liaison,” she laughed. “So you can help me tell the other pilots what I mean when I can't think past the technical aspect of it.” She knew that sometimes pilots and mechanics didn't get along because of language barriers if nothing else. Not because they both didn't speak Basic, but because the vocabulary of one was foreign to the other. It had happened to her more than once. Having someone there who spoke the equivalent of both languages would certainly be helpful again.
“I'll just let you know my skill ends with my spano.” She laughed relaxing in her seat. “Even the sims shudder when I walk by anymore.” She had been horrible in the sims and Ramon had never let her live it down. The old CO had teased her for moons and moons because she managed to fly straight into the cargo ship instead of under it during a simulated training mission. She hadn't been back in the blasted machine since.
When Gaen mentioned his home world's troubles, she nodded. “I can understand that. You aren't the only one here for that reason. It's one of the things that makes us strong. A united front and desire to make it so no one else suffers at the hands of the Imperials. It's not going to be easy. And you certainly aren't going to be in a squadron that flies off to your home world to free it in the next couple moons. I guess I need to know if you can be patient? Politics are a horribly slow wheel. And as I am not part of them, I cannot guarantee you that your planet will be on the list of reacquisitions in the next year, or even two. Will you still remain loyal and steadfast even if your planet never shows up on the list?”
Lots of folks came here with the idea of writing a comm, or sending a request and their planet suddenly being on the list of 'things to do this week' in the weeks to come after their recruitment. Some were so dejected it didn't happen even within a year that they sometimes disappeared and never returned. She needed to know that those joining would be here, steadfast, loyal and true in ever sense that matters, regardless how long it might take.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:05:53 GMT
<<Ended due to inactivity>>
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