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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Saturday, 29 Aug 2015, 8:51 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The steady beeping of the monitors was starting to lull Jarec into a quasi-form of sleep. He'd been hooked up to the damn things for fifteen minutes now. Tests, the docs had said. Making sure everything with still in the right place without extra holes, was more like it. The end of the battle had been far from pleasant; his fighter was junked. Well, not quite junked, but there wasn't enough left to rebuild the damn thing from. At least the rebels hadn't made off with the XG-1 Star Wings in the Jormungander's hangar. By some luck of fate, so he'd heard, all twelve of them were undamaged, despite the destruction of their former home. Likewise, the death toll was high. Captain Dravis was dead; most of his crew as well, and a good three-quarters of the Blackscars' flight crew. The Snapjaw? Lost with all hands. The 132nd hadn't fared much better. Selaria had gone EV, Cadet Dushak was dead and Officer Marrus had been captured, along with his fighter. It had not been a good day for them.
Most of the squadron had come in to visit him while he'd been stuck in a bacta tank. From what he'd been told, things had been pretty touch-and-go. Apparently, a perforated lung was a serious thing. Jarec laughed it off, though. Another wound chalked up to the nickname 'Ironsides' and another notch on the belt. It was the losses of his people that hurt the most. So far, Lieutenant Utasi had been the only one who'd not come to see him. He was hoping she'd be by today; a few words of encouragement were the least he could give her, along with his own commendation. She'd done well by her flight; kept her cadet alive.
There were things to be considered, though; things that had to be taken care of and replacements to be made until the Blackscars were back in fighting order. Flagging down a passing medical droid, he requested a datapad that he could begin his message on; his own report to High Command.
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Saturday, 29 Aug 2015, 9:44 PM | Message # 2 |
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| She hadn't wanted to see him, not right away, that was why she was the only one that did not stop by. That, and there seemed to be an endless cycle of people filtering in and out of Jarec's room, both day and night. There was also her need to cope with what had happened out there, without being told that it was fine or that she had done well, or whatever. Selaria had always coped with things in her own way, and it usually involved just having some space to herself.
It had been her cadet, who visited with her several times, who finally convinced her to go. As she walked to the room, she saw the medical droid retrieving the datapad and she offered to deliver it to the room, since she was going there anyway. Selaria tapped on the door briefly before she walked in, datapad nestled in the crook of her arm. She was out of uniform, which should have been expected, and dressed casually and comfortably, considering where they all were at the moment.
"Looks like you're doing better." Selaria said after a few moments, before she held out the datapad for him to take.
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Sunday, 30 Aug 2015, 4:32 PM | Message # 3 |
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| As Lieutenant Utasi entered, Jarec shooed away a 2-1B who was hovering around him. Some days, he'd rather have dealt with human doctors over droids. At least the former listened to an extent. The droids would just keep telling you what to do. They reminded Jarec of parents chiding their children into doing the right thing. "Much better," he agreed to her comment, accepting the 'pad gratefully. "You did damned well out there, Lieutenant. Ace in one engagement." After the techs had checked some of the flight recorders from the surviving craft, they'd been able to ascertain she'd scored four kills total.
"More importantly, you kept your cadet alive. That's what counts. He's come through a major battle and he'll be the wiser for it. Cadet Dushak... well, we'll have her memorial when everyone is up and out of the medical ward." He didn't mention Marrus. The Empire wasn't likely to mount a rescue operation for one TIE pilot, regardless of what squadron the man belonged to. They had the luxury of being able to throw bodies at whatever problem was currently plaguing them.
"I'm glad to see you weren't injured in the battle. So what do you think of the opposing side? Not so scary unless they come in numbers, eh?"
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Sunday, 30 Aug 2015, 7:35 PM | Message # 4 |
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| She hadn't come out of it entirely unscathed, but her injuries were just bruises and scrapes that did not require tending, nothing like his bacta tank treatments anyway. And she was fine mentally, despite the counseling that was sometimes forced on them after they lost people in their unit. "I'm fine." Selaria said as she dropped down into the chair that was situated next to the bed. "Just some bruises and a little wounded pride."
"And yes, my cadet is still alive, but I don't think he is ever going to want to get in the cockpit again." She said honestly. "Some people aren't cut out for it." Selaria leaned back in the seat and she finally looked to him.
"It wasn't too bad." She said. "A little overwhelming for a moment or two....or twelve." The girl sighed. "And of course....my ship...." It had been destroyed, and she had been quite attached to it.
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Monday, 31 Aug 2015, 1:27 AM | Message # 5 |
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| "We'll give him one more shot. Nobody's really broken in until they fly real combat. The sims only teach so much." If her cadet wanted a transfer, he'd still have to talk to Jarec about it first, which would give the Colonel a better estimation of the fellow, but he had hopes for all the pilots of the 132nd. Well, those who remained, at least.
"Don't get too attached to the ship," he advised her. True enough, he missed his own vessel and its quirks, but getting too fond of a piece of equipment could mean risking your neck for it beyond the point of usefulness. "Besides, with any luck, the Empire will have some new toys for us to play with pretty soon." The only downside, though, was that they were grounded at Ord Biniir with little else to do until reassignment came around.
"So, Lieutenant, once I get out of here, do you want to grab a cup of caf? We ought to discuss what paces to put the squadron through once everyone clears medical."
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Monday, 31 Aug 2015, 1:21 PM | Message # 6 |
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| "I know, I know, but you know what it's like to get comfortable with the ins and outs of just one ship. I won't have an issue with getting used to a new one." She responded a moment after he told her about new ships. "Whenever that happens." Selaria was obviously restless, even though they hadn't been stuck there for very long.
"How much longer do you think you will be in here?" She asked as she sat up a little straighter in the chair. "Do I need to organize a covert rescue operation for you? Sneak you out in a laundry hamper or something?" Selaria cracked a smile as she leaned back again. "But yes, we can have a cup of caf when you're out and discuss that. No problem."
She paused for a moment before speaking again. "The laundry hamper offer is still open, by the way."
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Tuesday, 01 Sep 2015, 5:32 AM | Message # 7 |
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| "Don't forget that you still have your XG-1," he reminded her. While the TIEs were their primary craft, all of Blackscar had been cross-trained on a number of ships. Standard TIEs, Interceptors, Bombers and, of course, the XG-1 Star Wing, colloquially known as the assault gunboat. Those craft had been salvaged in full from the ruins of the Jormungander. He chuckled when she mentioned smuggling him out, a movement that brought a brief wince as he felt his ribs, not quite fully healed yet. Well, the medics had said it would be tender for a week or two.
"No need, Lieutenant, no need. I'm about to just get up and sign myself out. After all, I may as well treat this as a good time to debrief the squadron. Maybe give the kids a bit of R&R while we're here. Train, yes, but some downtime too. No sense in getting too riled up too quickly. I know some of the men are going to want revenge for the people we lost."
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Tuesday, 01 Sep 2015, 1:16 PM | Message # 8 |
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| "Selaria, sir." She corrected him quickly, as she stood and tugged on the hem of her sweater. "If we are going to have caf....just....Selaria. Please." She insisted. They weren't in uniform, they weren't with he rest of the squad, and she felt there was no need, especially in down time, to stand on formality constantly.
"I'll go and fish my cadet out from under his bed if you want to do that debriefing soon." She joked. Selaria hadn't noticed him wince when she made him laugh before. "Although, I think it could wait a day or two if you don't feel quite up to it yet."
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Thursday, 03 Sep 2015, 1:58 AM | Message # 9 |
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| "Selaria, then, fair enough." She had a point, and he had a bad habit of being too constricted in the military fashion. "Call me Jarec, then. Or Ironside." He chuckled, then winced again. Damned ribs. It didn't matter how long one took to swim in a bacta tank, cracked ribs healed on their own time. Waving aside her comment on producing her cadet, he stood with a little difficulty. "No, we need a planning session over the caf. Always best to get to it early. We'll draw up something together and then call the rest of the squad."
Even when wounded, he did his best to keep his mind in the game. It still bothered him that the rebels had been able to launch such an assault against the convoy. They'd never even had a chance.
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Thursday, 03 Sep 2015, 7:50 AM | Message # 10 |
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| She moved to help him, it was an automatic reaction. "Did they wrap these?" Selaria asked, resting hand tenderly on the side of his rib cage to feel if there was any bandaging. "I broke two ribs once when I was learning hand to hand back in academy. One of the other cadets used this tape and strapped everything up and it was a ton better. The medics didn't do a damned thing." She said, matter of factly. The woman wasn't one for hand to hand combat, but they had to learn it any way. "It's a good thing that I am better at flying than I am on the ground, huh?"
"Why don't you let me do that for you, and then we can get that caf? And maybe some food for you that isn't the crap they serve in here."
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Monday, 07 Sep 2015, 1:56 PM | Message # 11 |
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| The 2-1B had wrapped his ribs, but it wasn't precisely what Jarec would have referred to as the best job in the galaxy. What the droids deemed fit was base-level doctoring in some ways, and Jarec was inclined to believe that the use of a bit more tape wouldn't hurt. He shifted slightly and nodded to Selaria, carefully allowing her to get to the exposed area. "Appreciated," he said. "Not everything is done right by the docs. Seems they prefer they minimalist approach to just going all out and fixing the issue."
As she bandaged him up, he managed to keep the pain from his face at any pressure she put on him, then stood. "Some decent food would do us both good. Maybe we can head off-base and get something in the city outside."
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Tuesday, 08 Sep 2015, 8:21 AM | Message # 12 |
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| She was careful, and as gentle as she could be, but she also pulled the strapping tight so that they would do their job. Once he stood, he wouldn't feel pain, only a little soreness. It would also be easier for him to breathe. "I sometimes think that unless you've felt a certain kind of pain, you don't really know what makes it feel better." Case in point- her broken ribs in academy. "Droids wouldn't know, for sure. Sentient medics are certainly preferable." Selaria stepped back several moments later to help him stand, and offered him his shirt.
"We can go anywhere you want. I'd be happy to drive." She offered, thinking that it would be easier on him to move as little as possible for a while. The bones would heal in time, so he would have to take it easy for a while. "If you want to go off base, that is." Selaria herself had only gone off base a couple of times, once on a date that was disasterously horrible. Otherwise, she stuck fairly close to home, wherever that happened to be at the time.
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| Jarec_Rissen | Date: Thursday, 01 Oct 2015, 7:03 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "I have this very distinct feeling," he said as he examined his range of movement from the tight ties, as well as how much he could breathe, "That there are certain types of pain I'd be quite happy to go without feeling." Loss of a limb was one, or an eye. That alone, even with a prosthetic, would likely spell the end of his career. "The One-bees certainly have a terrible bedside manner. All the kindness of an angry bantha and no sense of anything but urgency." No, he was not overly fond of droid doctors, but they'd saved enough lives to be worthwhile, even if they hadn't always spared people undue pain.
"I've no preference, really," Jarec admitted. He'd not spent a great amount of time in backwaters such as Ord Biniir and as such, was not as familiar as he would have been elsewhere, Corewards. "Why don't you pick the place and I'll just come along for the ride?"
Jarec 'Ironside' Rissen
Colonel, Imperial Starfighter Corps
Flight Leader, 132nd TIE Interceptor Squadron 'The Blackscars'
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| Selaria_Utasi | Date: Tuesday, 06 Oct 2015, 6:27 PM | Message # 14 |
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| Selaria laughed after she handed him his shirt, and then pulled her jacket on. "It's not exactly Corellia or Imperial Center, right?" She smoothed out her hair lightly with her fingertips as she turned away from Jarec. "I will figure something out...and get a speeder....or....right. I will see you in the hanger bay when you are ready." She gave him one last glance before she made a swift exit. It was much like her to stumble in the hallway, crash into a droid and his medical cart and send all of the instruments clattering down the hallway.
"Sorry....I'm just a....sorry." She said, retreating down the corridor as the droid picked up his cart.
An hour or so later, Selaria had procured a speeder, and talked to a local about somewhere decent to go out to. She had a pretty good idea where they could go, and directions, so for the moment she just waited for Jarec to show up.
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