Xue Aodh vs Pak Har'endanno

[Zarkan]

Xue Aodh vs Pak Har'endanno
5 Rounds
Dog Fight

Location:

The Galane nebula debris field is one of the largest remaining debris zones dating back to the first sith war and most recently being joined by ships and munitions from the republic's war against the mandalorians and many ships stray into the field along their routes some times being destroyed or ensnared joining the massive ball of wreckage amongst the deep blue and purple gas clouds.

[kozeph]

"The ship is ready Sir"

said a engineer who popped his head into the armory, where a very un Jedi looking man was pulling the zipper from his orange flight suit. The bum looking knight shrugged, army people where soo stiff and cold... well most people Xue had the pleasure to meet where cold and stiff and it seemed a lot of people had a stick stuck to their rear end this days.

sigh...

"I'll be there in a jiffy" the man with a dirty blond hair said giving a smile to the crew man but was returned with a cold stare and a nod.

Sigh...

The Jedi knight finished suiting up and walk out of the armory, he held his helm with one hand and allowed it to hang behind his back... giving the Jedi a sort of "cool" look. Today he was sent by the Jedi order to assist the Republic navy test a prototype fighter, seemed simple enough at first but then somewhere along the line some decided to have dogfight to test republic pilots against Jedi... a silly thing, a thing about pride or maybe a rivalry between the navy and the Jedi order. Xue couldn't help but sigh again "People sure are complicated" he regreted as he kept walking.

The Jedi knight made his way to the hangar and there it was a fine looking ship as any the Jedi had the pleasure to fly in his life.

The V...something something interceptor and as it name gave it away it was ship made to outrun and maneuver the enemy and hit fast enough to bury any bomber. Xue had read the report and ship stacticts, he just didn't felt like he needed to remember every feature the interceptor had aside from being fast and lightly shielded ship and armed with twin light laser cannons on each side and one proton torpedo launcher in the front loaded with two torpedoes.

Xue quickly boarded the star ship and boarded it putting his helmet as he went in, quickly sealing the cod pit and checking every systems.

Engines... green

Shields... green

Targeting computer... green

Weaponry... green

All secondary system are green

The Jedi reported and was eventually given the green light and was finally free to take off. Xue took the time to open comm with his opponent just as he took off "Don't go hard on little poor old me" he joked... not really expecting a witty counter attack.

The fighter flew off and was out the hangar of the carrier and Xue maneuvered his ship to the left staying out of the debris field for now...

[Mara]

(((Sorry for the length! I got carried away.
Also, I gave the fighter a name))).



It had been an old request, for sure, but the Balosar Pak Har'endanno was getting used to such things. He probably shouldn't be, but he was. For some reason the Republic military still had some records on him after he had left, honorably, of course. And apparently they thought he was such a resource that they would still call on him from time to time to help out in situations where they didn't want to waste current members of Starfighter Command. Which in some part of his mind seemed odd; such pilots should be trained for any and all situations.

But he just shrugged it off and took the opportunity to come back into the fold, albeit on a temporary basis. He didn't think he'd ever be ready to face those smug uptight officer-types again. Too many memories. Though his current life wasn't any better, at least he was usually in an environment to keep the ghosts at bay. Always flying into new situations, sometimes dicey, sometimes boring. Always meeting a crazy cast of characters like Rogarr the Amaran or that Albatross fellow. And the biggest plus, all the alcohol he could ingest. Which had been a surprise to him, something he had given up upon joining the military but after the circumstances causing him to leave, had taken up again. At least it wasn't deathsticks. Not yet, anyway.

And so he found himself in a Republic carrier in the Galane nebula, there to test out a new fighter. Something that made the Venoms of his career almost look tame, and something he had heard rumors of its development. Despite being no longer connected to its network, Pak still heard snippets of conversation and teasing news reports. And after finding out about and accepting this 'job' he had read through the manual and observed the ship in the hangar, becoming an expert in just a few short hours. The V-S4 Interceptor was not a completely strange entity to him. It was supposed to be small, fast, and easily maneuverable, and the Balosar was looking forward to testing out those skills. He loved his freighter, but there were just some things that had to be reserved for the smaller, sleeker fighters that just operated clumsy in the Requiem. And perhaps, just perhaps, he'd love it so much he'd give up the life and sign away his soul again to the Republic. Or perhaps not.

Pak had heard it would be just two of them up there testing fighters. Since they would be used primarily in engaging the enemy, it was highly important to see how they did in a one-on-one situation, instead of just testing them in squadron and flight formations. In war, formations didn't last long, and it was every pilot for himself, with or without a wingman. He wasn't sure who this other pilot was, whether he was another former military being and current washout or an actual instructor of the Interceptor. But it didn't matter to him. He was planning on being the victor here. He had been one of the best back at S.C., and all the time away hadn't dulled any of his skills. Not even the heavy alcohol abuse.

Inside the hanger, he headed to his designated fighter, and couldn't help but admire it as he walked closer. Looking at its bow, he could see its laser cannons and the one torpedo launcher. Despite knowing that they were each loaded with non-lethal rounds--the Republic didn't want to lose any expensive ships today--the weapons emplacements still looked deadly. Sleek and silver, the Interceptor almost looked like a fish from a faraway water world. Or Pak would guess so, not having much experience with such, most of his life spent in slums, space, or cantinas.

Reaching the fighter, he climbed the ladder and jumped in, settling his helmet on his head after retracting his antennapalps to avoid them being crushed by the headgear. The move restricted his ability to sense emotions with the 'palps, but he needed to be close by for that anyway. There would be not close contact here, nor reason or will to check out how his opponent was feeling. He would become one with the ship, and together they would take down the other fighter.

Starting the warmup procedure, he familiarized himself with the control panel. Despite loads of diagrams in the manual, there was no replacement for face-to-face contact with all the buttons and levers. By the time the Interceptor was ready, and he had his clearance to takeoff, he was sure and confident that he knew what everything did and where they were located. It helped that most ships were similar in this regard, with only minor changes depending on the make and model.

All systems go, he engaged repulsors and thrusters, then took off through the hangar door of the carrier and out into space. Pak would have been almost giddy at the experience of being in such a capable small ship again if he hadn't already put on his game face. He wasn't uptight like most pilots who didn't know how to have any fun, but he also knew this was serious for the Republic and not a game. The Balosar knew the balance between taking things too seriously or not enough. He'd enjoy himself most definitely, but he wouldn't take his head out of the fight either.

His comm beeped then with a recorded message. Another amazing feature of the ship, it recorded conversations in case the pilot hadn't time to reply to an open comm channel at the time. Pak had had the comm turned off, not expecting to talk to the other pilot during this exercise. But it wouldn't hurt to listen. While going steadily farther from the carrier, he listened to it, and got an idea right away about what kind of being he was dealing with. And he heard a little bit of his own personality in the words. And if Pak were battling himself, he knew for a fact he would not go easy on himself. So nor would he on this fellow. These weren't the simulators anymore; it was real. Fake weaponry perhaps but real nonetheless.

Deciding to keep his comm open for the moment to the other fighter but not replying, he responded instead by making a short turn with the Interceptor to face the other fighter who had joined him in space by now, keeping a safe distance from the debris field that was near the nebula. For now, they were between the scrap flying around and the carrier ship. And for now Pak would let it stay that way. He'd feel this other being out before deciding on some real moves to take him down.

And his first decision came to him quickly. Wanting to test out the lauded speed of the Interceptor, he pushed hard on the thrusters and rushed towards the other ship, pointing the nose of his fighter at the other's. And with great pleasure, the ship responded well to the request, and Pak felt the rush of g's as they zoomed forward. He wouldn't engage the cannons yet; right now he was still testing observability. And ability of the other pilot, waiting to see how quick his reflexes were and how he would respond.

[Zarkan]

Round 1

Xue Aodh
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: --
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 1/5
Bonus: --

Pak Har'endanno
Effort:4 /5
Fairness: --
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 0/5
Bonus: --

Comments:
Not much to say so far, gave you both N/A's for fairness seeing as nothing pertaining that came up yet. Gave Koz a coolness point for the start up sequence and mara a extra point for the tech babble.

Total: 8-8

[kozeph]

"No come back eh?" Muttered to himself after a couple of seconds had passed, he probably got stuck with another of those stone face pilots. Still Xue left the comm channel open, he might be able to tease his opponent at some point or another during the dogfight.

Xue settled himself into the seat and continued his trajectory around the field. This ship was sleek, the controls responded better than Xue had expected. Xue was a good pilot, enough that had an unofficial role as a Jedi ace and well he had flown his share of ships. But nothing got close to this ship, maybe he should forward a request to the council so they can get a couple dozen fighters. The Jedi could certainly use some, specially if they had this kind of specs.

"Well, that would be something after this little test drive is over" For now the un-Jedi looking Xue, had to see what this ship was truly capable. The Jedi attention was brought to the beep of the radar going off, one little red dot showed in the circular green screen. It looked like the other pilot took the initiative, well at least thats what the sod would think.

Xue smirked as he turned the handle and the ship efficiently made a turn. The direction was straight ahead, Xue easily aliened his ship in a collision course with the other interceptor. The ship went like a mad bullet, Xue couldn't complain about the speed. But what he wanted to test was the maneuverability of the ship, and that was exactly what the Jedi knight wanted to test. Well he also wanted to see what this republic pilot could do.

Xue's ship aligned and mimiced the pattern of the other ship, they got closer and closer. For an outsider it might look like both ships were in a collision course, but any trained pilot knew that this wasn't the case. Xue was baiting the his fellow ship tester. Honestly, Xue was a bit nervous about this little stunt. But if he didn't do it, then what sort of dare devil pilot of the Jedi order would he be?

Five seconds before collision, Xue hit the thrusters below the ship. Normally the ones used to slow down the ship for landing, but he had forward part of the power to those thrusters, making them a bit more powerful. Forcibly the ship complained but it gained some height, Xue hastedly moved the steering handle to the right. Forcing the ship into a roll, while simultaneously putting the nose down. Both ships missed each other for two seconds. Xue slapped his knee after that successful stunt, the ship did well. Hopefully it would survive Xue's daredevil tactics.

Xue was now behind Pak ship. But very obliviously he was heading in the wrong direction. The Jedi pulled the nose up and the fighter responded, he slowly gained height. Xue kept to the left but did not turn around to pursue the republic pilot. No, Xue wouldn't take to the offensive just yet. Xue ship headed closer for the mass of scrap ships.

The Jedi kept in a zing zag pattern, while he got there.

"Show me what you got, mr army officer sir" Xue said through the comms to the republic pilot. This was where the part began.