Wing Commander-General Escalante Gallows brooded silently in his slightly modified Skipray Blastboat, the Twisted Step. It seemed like ages since the re-opening of Wing II....and the many battles fought since then had not helped improve his perception of time. And it was thus that the whole of Wing II was off to celebrate the year anniversary of it's re-opening. Their place at the battlelines being taken by a group of reservists; Gallows had forced himself to restrain his laughter seeing the horizontally gifted, slightly aging veterans squeeze themselves in the TIE cockpits....
How I Adopted A Scorpion
FM/MAJ Harkonnen/Rho 2-3/Wing II/SSSD Sov
They all hate me. How could I do it? Adopt one of Kramer's reviled beasts? Since when did I become one of them? Side with the Flag Officers, did I?
Not really. As with most things in Wing II, this requires a bit of an explanation...
With the back against the wall
By
Lieutenant Commander Deacan
Aboard the Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer "Sovereign" Wing Commander Gallows sad in his office, staring at a newly arrived order from Commodore Kramer. He couldn't believe what he'd just read. Rereading the message in the dim gleam from his antique lamp, Gallows leaned back while taking a deep breath. He looked out of the window. The black space with the millions of bright dots always calmed him.
Kappa squadron was flying back to the Sovereign from an escort mission. Deacan always enjoyed looking at the Sovereign. It was massive, 15 Km long, it lit up in space like millions and millions of small beacons. It was unbelievable to look at even though he'd seen the Sovereign hundreds of times before. They prepared to dock doing the usual radio communications and password clarification.
Gallows picked up his pet scorpion, which he had named "Redeemer." Looking at it always reminded him of the Empires current state opposing to the New Republic. With the back to the wall a scorpion always fought to the death, like the Emperors Hammer.Gallows knew that he might not live for long anymore and that he would have his back against the wall in the upcoming campaign. He put Redeemer back in his cage.
"Lie still Mordred!" screamed the newly commissioned doctor of the SSSD Sovereign. Inkwolf worked frantically on the badly injured members of two flight.
"Doc you got to let me out of here," said a badly burned and bloody Mordred, "I got to get out there and fight."
"Sorry pal you’re out of it and so is your craft." Inkwolf replied flatly as she continued to work on him. " I think you are stable for now I need to go check on Sanj. You lie still or I will have you restrained you get me?"
Mordred nodded, and laid his head down. He couldn’t believe what was happening to his friends. It was a routine patrol that’s all. No one said anything about a fleet showing up and ambushing them. They had been hammered. Wave after wave of starfighters had engaged them and although they fought valiantly they had been beaten up really good. If it hadn’t been for the Sovereign showing up they would have been dead. As it was all four of them had made emergency landings.
Personal Log
LCM Drake
Drake sat down at his desk and held his head in his hands. He had a headache, partially from the fight and partially from the bottle of Nemodian ale. He glanced at the clock, 4:30am, he had to be on duty in an hour and a half...