Civil War on ISD Grey Wolf
FM/LCM Hev Randrowan/Valkyrie 1-3/WingXIII/ISD Grey Wolf
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Always a impressive look, these Imperial Star Destroyers, especially this one, the ISD Grey Wolf, home of LCM Hev Randrowan for 6 month now. Sitting in the pilotchair of the Imperial shuttle, he has the best lookout, behind him LCM Sin Drakkar and LT Kommandor, his flight, flight 3 of Odinsquad, currently on vacation,but now returning to the ISD. Hev recieves clearence for landing bay 3, from an unknown flightofficer, strange indeed. Hev slowly sets down the shuttle in the landing bay. He opens the hatch, and the three pilots leave the shuttle. The bay is crowded by unknown people everywhere. A officer, a Major, runs towards Hev. When he arrives, he salutes and quickly begins to talk. "Who are you, are you from the reinforcements,you are due for 2 hours now"Hev is puzzled. "Reinforcements, what are your talking about, sir?". Now the Major is puzzled. "You don't know? You mean you aren't from the 3. Light Infantery?". "No, we aren't, we are pilots, Odinsquad, flight 3, WingXIII aboard this stardestroyer".Now the face of the Major turns white. He runs away from the three pilots towards a group of officers."ProCyrics, we got Procyrics over there!". Now, Hev is totally confused, what's that all about? But there is no time for questions, because the officers draw their blasters and aim for the three pilots.LT Kommandor reacts first. "Take cover". Hev jumps back into the shuttle, blasterfire burn holes into the air.He runs back to the cockpit and closes the hatch. Sin Drakkar enters the cockpit. "Nice Idea, but this won't hold them off for long, we have to get out of here." Hev takes a look at the large blaster cannon in front of the cockpit. "I wonder why they don't blast us into pieces, there's nothing explosive around the shuttle and the deck can take such a explosion." Kommandor starts laughing. "You better be grateful that they don't blast us." Sin Drakkar takes three blasters out of a locker next to the cockpit. "We better search for Vitcarp and Cyric, they should know what's going on here." A loud,squeeking sound comes from the hatch of the shuttle. "They start cutting through the hatch, we have to get out of here, quick." Fortunatly, these Imperial Shuttles have a second hatch under the cockpit. Kommandor holters his blaster, then looks to Hev. "I think the Flight Leader has the honor of going first. "Hev isn't pleased about that. "Yo, lucky me." Hev slips through the hatch while Kommandor and Sin Drakkar give cover. He immediately takes cover behind some barrels, while his flightmembers follow him. "They havn't noticed us, stupid fools. What now? " Sin Drakkar swap his blaster from his left to his right hand. "We go down to the kitchen." Kommandor couldn't believe his ears. "The KITCHEN? Are you nuts?".Hev interrupts him. "He's right. Vitcarp isn't on the bridge, he would have greeted us on our arrival. And if Vit isn't on the bridge or in a TIE, he's in the kitchen." Kommandor gets quiet again "Okay, you're the boss, we go to the kitchen but there's another problem. No one of us is a one-man-elite-ground-fighting-army? How do you expect from us to get to the kitchen without fighting us through two decks of these mad people?". Sin has a simple answer. He blasts open a grate to the ventilation pipes. " There's our way to the kitchen. Hev, ladys first." Hev stare at Sin Drakkar and grins. "Just wait till I repay you..."

Hev slips down the ventilation pipes. The pipes are small and dirty, about 2 centimeters of dust everywhere. Kommandor starts coughing. "Okay, how do we get to kitchen? Does anybody know the way?" No, nobody does. But there is a strange smell hanging around in the air. "Sin, do you smell that?"
" Smells strange, what is it?" Hev sniffs "Good old Vit, he's cooking again. And again, he's creating a culinary phenomenom. If we follow that stench we should get to the kitchen." It's hard to believe what you can find if you crawl through the Grey Wolfs ventilation system, lots of dust, some dead awoled pilots (only god knows how they came in here), Azazel's missing bed linen but must disgusting, somebodys old underwear. As they crawl forward, the smell of Vitcarps creation gets more and more unbearable. Finally, they reach the storage room next to the kitchen. "No, which nucklehead has put one of this High-Security grates in here?" Kommandor starts swaying. "Hev, I don't feel good, anything turns dark, woooo..." "Kommandor? Sin, he needs fresh air, get him over to the grate and stay here, I try to reach Vit and make him stop. Man, Vits culinary art is going to kill us all!" Hev continues crawling to the next grate. He's right over the stove, below him a cooking pot with a boiling black liquid and a Mon Calamari in front of it. Well, this Mon Calamari gets shocked when a grate splashes into his soup. The most impressive thing is that the grate starts melting in vitcarps soup. "Oh Vit, why is anything you cook deadly?" Vitcarp takes a look at the opening in the ventilation pipe, where the grate should be. "I know this voice, Hev are you up there?" The Gungan jumps out of pipe landing next to the stove. " LCM Hev Randrowan reporting for duty,Sir." Hev quickly salutes him and runs out of the room. " Hey, where do you go?" " I'm going to safe my flight of your soup." Hev enters the storage room. "Hey Hev, get us out of here. It's hard to breath, Kommandor already lost consciousness." A look at a shelve brings up a screw driver. "Perfect." Hev opens the security grate with the screw driver and helps Sin getting Kommandor on the floor. Slowly, the LT recovers. " Welcome back to the living, LT." Now Vitcarp and Cyric enter the room. "Ah gentleman, I'm happy to see that everybody survived Vitcarps cooking." Hev turns towards Cyric. "Vice Admiral, what is going on. When we landed in the hangar bay, a bunch of imperial officers opened fire on us." "Okay, let me explain. While you and your flight enjoyed your vacation on Beta Aquilae, a Imperial shuttle hypered in three days ago carrying a high admiral, high admiral Vosgator, I've never heard of him. Well, this HA wanted to speak to me. He proclaimed that he is in command of the Grey Wolf now. When asked him to show me this order, he ordered his stormtroopers to arrest us. We fought good, but there were to many and three Imperial shuttles of unknown origin were on their way to the Grey Wolf hangar . So LC Vitcarp ordered all loyal EH personnel to gather in the canteen. At the moment, we are holding the main reactor and the canteen of the Grey Wolf. We switched off al power to the Hyper- and Sublight drive and the Commcenter. We're stranded till we can send a distress call or till we get regain control of the ship. Unfortunately Vosgator has gathered his troops on the bridge. That's our situation. All troops, including pilots, are fighting to defend the reactor and the canteen."
Hev takes a look at Kommandor lying on the floor barely able to move then he takes a look at Vits soup and gets an idea. "Say Vice-Admiral, you got a secure intercomm to our troops?" "Yes but what are you up to?" Hev doesn't answer and turns around to Vitcarp. "Say Vit, can you cook a portion of your soup that's much more concentrated?" "Ehh yes, but why? You don't want to gas attack Vosgator,do you?" Hev makes the biggest smile he can. "The ventilation system works at 25% and that's enough. But what if we set it to let's say 90% and put a pot of Vitcarps ''delicious" soup into the main ventilation pipe? Vosgators men will fly on cloud 7 for at least one hour. And our men will by ready wearing gas masks from the storage rooms all over this deck." Cyric grins. "A good plan, Vitcarp, get cooking!" He takes his intercom and opens a connection. "Deamon, get your squad to the main ventilation system and secure the area.Oh, and don't forget to take some gas masks with you! Cyric out!"

When Hev and the others arrive at the main ventilation system, there was Phoenix Squad standing ready for action. Stan Cooper, a old friend of Hev begins to talk to him. "Hey Hev, enjoyed your leave?" " Not as much as I enjoyed crawling through the ventilation pipes while choking because of Vitcarps soup." Hev opened a hatch in the main ventilation pipe. There was a note inside "People, don't put your stinky socks in here, imagine the result!". Vitcarp puts his pot of soup inside and closes the hatch. "Okay, Operation Stinky Stew is ready to roll."
Cyric takes his intercomm again. "Gentlemen, Operation Stinky Stew is beginning in 2 minutes, get ready."
Everybody in the room puts on his gas mask. After 2 minutes, Cyric sets the ventilation system to 90% performance. A wind starts to blow and brown clouds come out of the grate in the ceiling. Stan Cooper starts swaying then collapses. Somebody should have told him to put a filter into his gas mask first.
After 5 minutes, Cyric opens the intercommconnection again. " Operation Stinky Stew phase two starts now."
Everywhere on board the loyal crew arrests the invaders using handcuffs, ropes and sometimes steel bolts (used by the stronger crewmembers). High Admiral Vosgator was brought to the bridge where Cyric was sitting in his chair waiting for the HA to recover from Vitcarps Stew. Finally, Vosgator starts moving again. " Wa, wha, what happened?" Cyric turns his chair around so Vosgator can see him. " Greetings High Admiral, I hope you enjoyed the stew which LC Vitcarp prepared for your men." Vosgator raises his hands. "Just wait till I get my hands on you..."

Cyric starts waving his finger. "Na, Na, Na, you don't want to make troubles, do you?" Vitcarp and two stormtroopers next to Cyric turn the safety of their blaster off. " Please High Admiral, would you please make two steps to the left?" Vosgator looks at the stormtroopers waving with their blasters and does what Cyric has told him. "Thanks. Vit?" Cyric snaps with his fingers and Vitcarp presses a big,red button on the wall. A invisible trap door opens below Vosgator so he falls into the room below. "What are you trying Cyric, a couch, a doctors coat, you want to play doctor and send me to bed for 3 weeks?" Cyric laughs. "Not me! Woobee?!" A door opens next to Vosgator. A huge, saurian-like ''thing" moves towards him. "Woobee, High Admiral Vosgator here has a terrible headache, he needs your help." Woobee starts laughing. "Stand still, this will hurt a bit!". Vitcarp presses the button again and the trap door closes. Hev starts shaking. "Poor guy." Vitcarp answers. " Why do you say that? Woobee is the best doctor in the fleet. He himself is the best reason for not getting ill."
" Yeah, I know. What I mean is that Woobee is the only doc who treats a simple headache with an antique Chainsaw."

Written by FL/LCM Hev Randrowan/Odin 3-1/WingXIII/ISD Grey Wolf

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