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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:26:57 GMT
So you wanna be Rogues10-20-2016, 06:36 PM Tor Redeker Torr had spent the first day after being reinstated as a General to find his new vessel since he knew his old one was taken by the current Prime Minister. It was rather fitting though he thought as he had it heavily updated and modified to be a luxurious ship to help deal with politicians and allow them all to travel in their expected comforts. His new replacement would serve him far better and would maintain its beauty as a rustic military vessel made for taking damage and dealing out more. Turning to his old Sergeant Major he smiled. "Good to see you are still like and kicking Command Sergeant Major Kirbius." he said as he turned to the parade grounds. "How long until they show up?" he asked looking over the sight. It was 0500 and they would be in for a long and rough day today. The General would test these new hopefuls to his old Squadron. They would either quit or they would make it into these elite ranks. 'They should be here already sir, they were told last night.' he said without a hint of kindness in his voice. 'Redeker mile this morning? In boots?' he asked turning to the General with a smirk on his face. Torr grinned as he tilted his head and a loud audible crack could be heard. "Yep, figured it would be a great introduction into the Rogue's recruitment program." he said smiling as he remembered when Mazen Darksun had tried to run with him back when he was Corporal many years before. "Hopefully they show up soon, otherwise I am gonna get rather antsy and kick the distance and pace up more." he then said laughing as they waited for the members of the squadron to finally arrive.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:27:35 GMT
10-21-2016, 08:53 PM Dak Hobson
He wasn't used to travelling so much for different assignments. Sure, Dak traveled the galaxy on tour several times over, sometimes doing multiple shows in one galactic standard day on multiple planets but this was different. Before the timetable was to his standards, now it was as if he was always being pulled somewhere. This may bother some of his past colleagues, even anger them, but it reminded Dak of his past, the years he spent in the small clubs, the dives all creating the sound that would soon become "The Golden Voice" that it is today. He worked hard and long for that, always running with the band from gig to gig. It was hectic but kind of fun. The lack of sleep and the constant PT was nothing different from those days either as he always packed the transports with the band gear.
Running out to the parade grounds as he had received a call for it only an hour before, the cadet had his flight gear on and his helmet underneath his right arm. The run probably wasn't necessary but the extra weight was good cardio. Slowing to a jog and an eventual walk, he stopped in front of those gathered and saluted. Cadet Dak Hobson reporting as ordered. Sir!
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:28:56 GMT
10-21-2016, 08:58 PM Arianna Talien
Arianna was up at the crack of dawn and heading for the formation location. With her hair back in a braid, tucked under her hat, and her basic uniform on with boots and gear belt (including canteen), at 0500 precisely, she was standing there along with five others. The rest started straggling in as they all arrived and formed up.
She knew starting a day this early would probably mean a run to the gym, a crazy workout, and probably another run. She was ready. She ran two miles at the track every day. And a work out was nothing. She used to be rather physically weak, but a few years with the Rogues as their mechanic had encouraged her to stay in shape. For one thing, it meant being able to keep up with crazy PT* training. But it also enhanced her abilities in the hanger. From being able to maneuver most of her gear and the ship parts on her own, to laying on her back with her arms over her head for hours at a time, she was in better shape now than she
__ * PT- Physical Training – military work outs
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:29:39 GMT
10-22-2016, 11:06 AM Max Darksun
Max's mother had warned him about the general's infamous 'Redeker Mile'. Alleycat had been one of the only pilots to be able to keep up with the Old Warhorse during their Rogue days together. Torr had been CO and Alexandra his XO as well as secret lover because back then fraternization wasn't allowed in squadrons. The young Darksun didn't know how to think about that fact actually, but would just go with the flow and try not to let it get in the way of things. After all it was a long time ago and before his father was in the picture. From what he'd heard, the good looking Chandrilan had been in the right place at the right time to steal the girl. It was hard for Max to think Mazen could steal anything being so mild mannered, but he could definitely see why he'd go after the Taanabian beauty. His mom was indeed still a beautiful woman inside and in despite age and what happened to her. One just had to look deeper now.
When Max arrived at the parade grounds, there were early birds lined up and General Redeker looking a bit impatient. The dark-haired Telosian quickly made it over to the line up, giving a curt nod to those there before throwing up a salute. "Cadet Max Darksun reporting for PT, sir!"
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:31:14 GMT
10-22-2016, 03:22 PM Brissa Mays
Brissa was expecting this. It had been too long and the edge was starting to fade for some of them. Quite a bit in some, not so badly in others. The edge was a sharp keen focus one got as a pilot or soldier. It made every sight, clear, every sound, sharp, and everything you did was that much more in tune with who you were. Sometimes that happened at the exclusion of everything else. If you didn't work out, use the sims, keep yourself in the mindset, the edge faded.
Thankfully, Brissa wasn't one who was suffering badly from the lack of inactivity. She kept in shape because she knew at any time you could be called to man your ship and defend whatever place they sent you to.
She joined the masses in the hallway as they headed for the parade grounds. It had been a while she she had seen more than half a dozen of them all there. Some weekends they worked out as a group just to make the time go by. As she fell in next to a young man she didn't recognize, she sounded off in time with the rest. “Cadet Brissa Mays, reporting as ordered, Sir!”
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:31:53 GMT
10-24-2016, 12:10 PM Tor Redeker
Torr looked over those that had gathered with little interest. None of them truly looked like they had it in them to make it into Rogue Squadron back when he commanded them, but since his return he had come to learn the Military had softened their standards. "Cadet Darksun eh? I knew both your ma and pa very well. You will have to thank your father for creating this." he said with a smile as he turned to the others taking in their names but more importantly their appearances. "Today will be the hardest training session you will ever have and I sure hope you haven't got any plans for the next few days. We are gonna start out with a small run known as the Redeker Mile in my younger days." he said as he turned to look at each individual for a moment. "The mile will end when we arrive at the transports I have staged to depart Telos and head to my new command ship. I have a few good tests and exercises for you all and if you survive everything you may just have what it takes to make it in the Rogues." he said before turning to Command Sergeant Major Kirbius. "Oh and this is my straggler control, Command Sergeant Major Kirbius only answers to me and if he tells you to do something I highly recommend you do it. He has served the Republic for the past 40 years, and just like me he loves to train." he said as the straight faced CSM grinned.
'Alright maggots lets get this underway!' the CSM yelled out in a gruff tone as Torr turned and started to jog off at a nice 7 minute mile pace to begin things. When all was said and done he would be up to a 5 minute pace and they had roughly 10 miles to run at the very least. It was a beautiful morning for a short run after all. "Back in my younger days pilots had to be at the very peak of physical fitness. Without that we couldn't be expected up maintain ourselves for long amounts of time in fight at high speeds let alone if we are forced down we needed to be able to move and fight. Being caught is the works possible outcome for someone in our field of expertise. People will gladly beat you and rip you apart as we can deploy a heavily devastating payload." he said as he picked up the past a bit. The Old Warhorse planned to make the kids that weren't up for this life to quit early, but those that truly wanted it would push harder and never give up. Those were what the Rogues would need.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:32:32 GMT
10-25-2016, 09:30 AM Dak
Dak listened to everything that was said. He had heard about the Echani General and how he had a history of this sort of training sessions. He had never heard anything about the Command Sargent though, which was fine, with as big as the Republic is, you can't hear about everyone! So he took everything that they had to say in, but took nothing to heart, after all they wanted those who could handle rough situations! He laughed thinking about some "Battle of the Bands" nights he had been a part of, and how Kirbius might fit right in. Then when the General began his run, Dak began his. He wasn't one for jogs, more stairs, but the cardio was the same so he kept up the pace. When the pace quickened Dak was surprised and kept himself a little more measured than before. He was no longer right behind the General, but about 15-30 feet, well within earshot but working his pace to keep a balance so he could save some for later. It was his trick during concerts and easily transferable here.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:33:08 GMT
10-26-2016, 01:35 AM Arianna
Ari mentally groaned. She wasn't in bad shape, but she hadn't done the Redeker Mile since she had first arrived and Romon had taken her on it for fun. She would have killed him if he hadn't done her in first. As the man set the 7 min pace, she knew she would be barely able to move in the morning.
As he spoke of pulling flight hours or defending themselves if down in enemy areas, she wanted to laugh. Perhaps she could get excused because she wouldn't be flying like that, nor would she likely be shot down in a situation where her life would depend on her legs and bench press totals.
But then she remembered last year. She had been on a ship when it was hit and crippled. Left with 10 others as the ship was abandoned as all hands dead, she had had to keep in shape to survive.
But as they set off on the pace and she felt him pushing it, she knew she wouldn't make this run without serious sacrifices. She let her legs stretch and matched the others till there was nearly a cadence to their steps. It wouldn't last long, but while it did, she could zone in on that and not think about the nine and half miles they still had to go.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:33:45 GMT
10-27-2016, 07:03 PM Max
"Yes, sir… I will," Max nodded, a bit of pride welling up in his chest at the mention of his mom and dad, then there was a momentary feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Gods what if he couldn't live up to their legacy? The young Darksun took a deep breath to clear that doubt from his mind. It could be crippling at times. He would do his best. That is all the young Telosian could do.
The new cadet luckily was in good shape from all the sports he had done in high school. Plus, Max had been running with Alex preparing for this very test along with doing SIMS with the former Rogue. The athletically-inclined pilot set out at a good starting pace right with the others, the kept his eye on the General equalizing his stride with the Old Warhorse's as they went.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:34:21 GMT
10-28-2016, 11:48 PM Brissa
Brissa listened as they all chimed in, and as their routine for the day was given. The run wouldn't bother her, she was used to it. In the barracks they teased her because when she got bored, she went for a run. It was a good way to keep in shape, see the local area and let her mind clear.
As they took off and she found pace with the rest of those in front of her, she smiled at some of the groans. She was sure Max would make it, even a few others. But there were some, like the woman beside her, who probably wouldn't be so lucky.
As the stacatto pace of their running settled into her mind, her heart rate adjusted itself as did her breathing. She watched others around her as they did the same. You could tell real runners from those who only did it for training times like this. Their bodies would relax more, settle into the routine, find a pace, and then their breathing joined in. While they didn't all inhale and exhale at the same time like a set of cloned robots, they did fall into a pace that one could almost call cadence to.
It was going to be a long and grueling day. But with luck, the run would be the worst of it.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:35:57 GMT
10-31-2016, 12:50 PM Tor
As the old General began to speed up the pace as they cleared the 3rd mile, he couldn't lie that he was impressed with them keeping up so far...but things would get far worse now as they were heading for a nice hilly route at a faster pace. "So tell me a little about yourselves. What makes you want to be a Rogue or think you are good enough? And what are your goals?" he hollered out not slowing at all as he could hear the old Sergeant Major yelling from behind at some of the fall outs. He felt bad for them in a way but at the same time they weren't cut out to be Rogues if they thought flying was all that truly mattered. "Now don't give up like them! We have atleast 7 more miles to go before this run is over and then the real fun and training begins."
Torr had his ship awaiting them in orbit and it was stocked with enough fighters of different types to allow them to try ones that aren't commonly used. Everyone always wanted to fly X-Wings, and he couldn't like he had been like that when he first returned to being a pilot but that was before he was able to try out all of the other fighters and learned they all had something unique and special about them....and he had to master them all if he wanted to be a true Ace pilot. The Republic would need new Ace pilots and he figured he would be able to develop a few out of their ranks.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:36:31 GMT
11-02-2016, 12:01 PM Dak
He had heard the General's query mid run and initially thought that "The Old Warhorse" had initially said "So, tell me spittle out of cells..." which made absolutely no sense but since they were running the muffling could be attributed to that. So with that, Dak let a Sullustan answer as he was listening to the Sergeant Major yelling at everyone behind him. Slowing down a little and patting a woman on the back, he wasn't coddling but tried to be motivational for her to push herself "that much further", it seemed to work as she was a little more motivated. He decided to keep pace with her so that she had someone to run with, that seemed to be her problem in the pace, once she had a partner she was fine, he was okay either way so why not be social? They kept pace as a Naboo answered after the Sullustan and Dak made sense of what the General meant, so he would make sure to go next.
I grew up flying, learned to fly all sorts, even have a collection. I joined because there is something wrong happening in the galaxy, and while I wasn't and am not political, wrong is wrong. I don't want to sit on the sidelines when it counted. I want to be someone who stood in the crowd, like a tree standing in the middle of a raging river of people telling me to move. I want to be someone when experiencing that, I plant my feet, widen my stance and say "No, YOU move!" The more time he spent around "heroes" like these, the more he wanted to be one.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:37:02 GMT
11-04-2016, 12:01 AM Arianna
Ari couldn't believe they could run and talk like they were on low settings on the tread machines at the gym. The run was killing her already and they were hardly half way done.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, settling her stride into more of a long legged lope, and thinking of her answer so she wouldn't be stuttering, Ari finally spoke up. While being a bit more breathy than the guy before her, she still managed to hold her own and not gasp. “Cadet Arianna Talien. Formally the mechanic for Rogue Squadron under Romon Darksands. Also Chief Mechanic on Republic One during Operation Drunkenwell. I was responsible for the two extra hours of flight on the Rogue's Xwing fuel tanks and the torque supports for increased pin turns.” She thought about her goals and finished up. “I desire that position once more. To lead the support team that makes the Rogues a force to be reckoned with.” She laughed as her final statement came out. “To give Cadet Hobson a platform to plant his feet on when he makes that statement, Sir!”
She glanced at Hobson and nodded. Guys like him had made the Rogues great and she knew his mind was there. She hoped his drive and determination would be seen and rewarded, as hopefully hers would.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:37:36 GMT
11-05-2016, 06:57 PM Max
Max had settled into a nice, comfortable stride, keeping his shoulders loose, hands coming up. Alex had always been a runner so he was used to keeping up with the Taanabian. Running had become something that mother and son could enjoy together that wasn't flying related. They had that too, but their runs together had allowed the two Darksuns time to be able to share things and have in-depth discussions.
"Well I'm here to fly with the best, and be the best pilot I possibly can," the young Telosian said simply, leaving the part out about his dream of following in Mazen's footsteps of earning the mantle of Rogue Leader someday. He wanted to be known of his own merits and not slide in on the coat tails of his parents.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:38:12 GMT
11-09-2016, 03:01 AM Brissa
Brissa was keeping up with the front couple rows. She loved running. And while she wished she had known about this particular course they were about to take, it didn't bother her. She was ready for nearly anything dished out to her. She knew long time in space, in a seat, could take its toll on a body. She had no intention of ever being caught unprepared if she had to go down, get stuck on a ship for long periods of time, or even spending time in space.
As she listened to the others, she couldn't think of anything in particular to make her stand out. So she chose honesty. The next time there was a pause between admissions, she piped up. Her voice was clear and steady but not a shout. "It's all I've ever wanted, Sir. Been flying all my life. I can't think of a time I didn't want to fly for The Rogues. I want to be part of the best the Republic has to throw at the Empire." She fell silent then, certain it was enough. And hoping it wasn't too much.
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