TARTARUS SQUADRON
     WEEKLY SQUADRON REPORT 
             23.04.2004
    CMDR/LC DarkC

Salute
I will start by apologising for the lack of the reports, but as you know I was away on hollyday for two weeks…Picard was supposed to write those:P
Since he didn’t, I only hope he is ok, for now:P Cause he won’t be when I meet him…lol (j/k)

COMMANDER’S OFFICE
I was away for 2 weeks and it seems that all the squadron decided to take a leave as well….
I sent you all an e-mail on tuesday and I was expecting some answers. As ussual, none of you answered:(
I’d apreciate if you’d let me know from time to time that I’m not alone here.
Picard, please report in at once!
I still have no word from Raxis and Hawk and if they continue to keep this silence I will have no other chance but to declare them MiA next week. I hate doing this, but I also hate writing reports about missing pilots.
I love running this squadron, but belive me, I hate being left alone!
I’ll think of some competitions for you next week…maybe then you’ll wake up.
So ,since nothing happened you left me no chice but live from memories so you’ll read a fiction wrote by our former FL Solo back in february 2002. I hope you’ll like it and start writing yourself:P
You will also have the pleasure or displeasure to read my new poem:P

Squadron status
We’re now at 9 pilots and the status is as following :
LCM Ardan and CPT Leslaw have some health problems,so they are on leave. Les seems to be getting better, but I still didn’t hear any news about Ardan.
MAJ Raxis Krieger and COL Zippy Hawk are very close of being declared missing in action. Report in,damn it!
COL Wes Janson and CPT Maiko Spince are taking a well deserved vacation.
I haven’t heard anything from MAJ Picard and LT Apanasyuk this week.
I will try to update the squadron database and see which battles could easily bring us citations , but I first want to know which of you decides to stay. Report in! That ‘s an order!

NEWS

1. I am BACK!:)
2. Happy Birthday Leslaw! (a bit late,but since you din’t answer the phone…)
3. Gilad got promoted! Big congratulations!!!
4. The Monks are back!:P All alive and well:)
5. Ambar Kilick won the Recruitment Comp

Scoreboard

FCHG TRAIN COMBAT RATINGS
[1972] COL Wes Janson [2003] LC DarkC [0747] MAJ Picard [0552] CPT Leslaw[0583] MAJ Raxis Krieger [0538] COL Zippy Hawk[0549] CPT Maiko Spince [0027] LT Jon Ardan[0017] LT APanasyukSquadron total = 6686 Squadron average = 742,88 [0208] COL Wes Janson ã0086î MAJ Raxis Krieger[0069] COL Zippy Hawk[0079] COL Woobee[0023] CPT Maiko Spince[0021] MAJ Picard[0018] LC Thorn [0002] CPT Leslaw[0000] LC DarkC[0000] LT Jon Ardan[0000] LT APanasyukSquadron total = 409Squadron average = 45,44
(1 point for every mission flown; 1 point for every Legion of Combat earned; 1 point for every Iron Star with Bronze Wings earned; 2 points for every mission high score; 2 points x # of missions in the battle for every battle high score; 3 points for every Iron Star with Silver Wings earned; 5 points for every Iron Star with Gold Wings earned; 10 points for every Iron Star with Platinum Wings earned) (1 point for every Legion of Combat earned; 5 points for every Distinguished Flying Cross earned)

Medals
IS-BW awarded to LC DarkC (ouch…that’s me:P)

Transfers
COL Woobee from Tartarus 3-2 to Reserves. We’ll miss you Woob and you’ll always welcomed back here.

Competitions

Wolfpack Iron Star Competitions:

FCHG Comp- For the pilot who gains the most FCHG Points in a month
CR Comp- For the pilot who gains the most CR Points in a month
Wolfpack Ace- For the pilot who earn the most Pilot of the Week awards
Trivia Comp- For the pilot who answers the most Trivia questions in a
month
Graphics Comp- For the pilot who submits the best graphics in a month
Beat the COM- For the pilot who beats the COM in head-to-head MP

SQUADRON ACTIVITY
Squadron was relaxing this week:P

TARTARUS ROSTER

FLIGHT I

1. LC DarkC (#6265)
   2 MAJ Picard (# 2581)
2. LT Apanasiuk (# 10231)
3. TBA
   FLIGHT II
4. LT Jon Ardan (#9884)
5. CPT Leslaw (#3205)
6. COL Wes Janson (#5356)
7. MAJ Raxis Krieger (#3887)
   FLIGHT III
8. CPT Maiko Spince (#7114)
9. TBA
10. TBA
11. COL Zippy Hawk (#3131)

Total: 9

Squadron Citations (62):
TIE-TC Battle 1 - Capture of Zaarin
TIE-TC Battle 2 - Strike at Calamari
TIE-TC Battle 3 - New Dimensions
TIE-TC Battle 4 - Recapture Zaarins Technology
TIE-TC Battle 5 - Pirate Uprising
TIE-TC Battle 6 - Destruction
TIE-TC Battle 7 - Betrayal
TIE-TC Battle 8 - Strike Against the Pirates
TIE-TC Battle 9 - Tracking the Defectors
TIE-TC Battle 10 - Battle for the DeathStar
TIE-TC Battle 11 - Renegade Battle
TIE-TC Battle 12 - Jedi Hunt
TIE-TC Battle 13 - Finding the Lakul
TIE-TC Battle 14 - Vader Takes Command
TIE-TC Battle 16 - Dacian Downfall
TIE-TC Battle 18 - Interception
TIE-TC Battle 19 - The Tethys Honeymoon
TIE-TC Battle 22 - Aftermath
TIE-TC Battle 26 - The Dark Troopers
TIE-TC Battle 28 - Conquest
TIE-TC Battle 30 - Save the Emperors Archives
TIE-TC Battle 31 - Hidden Agenda
TIE-TC Battle 32 - Assassinate the Fleet Commander?
TIE-TC Battle 33 - Strike at Incom
TIE-TC Battle 48 - Ski Hoth - Star Wars Mercenaries
TIE-TC Battle 52 - Freedom Task Force
TIE-TC Battle 133 - Punishment Tour
TIE-TC Battle 185 - Joining the Heroes
XvT-TC Battle 1 - The Verpine Encounter
XvT-TC Battle 2 - Capture of a Murderer
XvT-TC Battle 3 - Preparing for Battle
XvT-TC Battle 4 - Encounter with the Black Sun
XvT-TC Battle 5 - Phoenix Saga
XvT-TC Battle 6 - Wolf Pack Aggression
XvT-TC Battle 7 - The Resupply
XvT-TC Battle 8 - The Loshen Resistance
XvT-TC Battle 9 - The Black Sun Incident
XvT-TC Battle 10 - Abduction of VA Priyum
XvT-TC Battle 12 - Odin's Redemption
XvT-TC Battle 13 - Graduates, Graduate!
XvT-TC Battle 14 - Orion Base Crisis
XvT-IW Battle 1 - Hunt for Fleet #18
XvT-IW Battle 3 - Dar'Telis Expansion: Exterminate the Mechanoids
XWA-TC Battle 1 - Avenger Encounter
XWA-TC Battle 2 - First Contact
XWA-TC Battle 3 - The Darkon Mystery
XWA-TC Battle 4 - Privateer
XWA-TC Battle 5 - Show of Force
XWA-TC Battle 6 - Enemy Defector
XWA-TC Battle 7 - Assault on Chimera
XWA-TC Battle 8 - Hammer to Anvil
XWA-TC Battle 9 - Defection of Kusanagi
XWA-TC Battle 10 - The Phare Encounter
XWA-TC Battle 11 - Heroes of the Immortal
XWA-TC Battle 12 - Imperium Deception
XWA-TC Battle 13 - Hammer to Anvil Part II
XWA-TC Battle 14 - The History of the ISD Immortal
XWA-TC Battle 23 - The Unknown Regions - Thrawn's Fist
XWA-TC Battle 25 - Ticket to Chimaera
XWA-IW Battle 1 - Abyssi Ianua - Gates to Hell
XWA-IW Battle 3 - Rion's Shadow Campaign: Seeds of Corruption
XWA-IW Battle 4 - Rion's Shadow Campaign: Eliminate Friendship

Contact informations
E-mail us with any comments you may have!

ASFBGCOM/ AD Darksaber – darksaber@ehnet.org
GWCOM/ RA Gilad – thrawn@kc.rr.com
WCXIII/ MAJ Pickled Yoda – tomman109@hotmail.com
Tartarus CMDR/ LC DarkC – sweetchrissyro@yahoo.com
Tartarus XO/ MAJ Picard - EH_Picard@advalvas.be

What am I doing wrong?
Starting this report (lol…like I said several reports ago:P) I open this new section where I would like to post your honest oppinions about the way I’m leading this squadron.
Well, i am not necessary expecting all oppinions to be this positive:P
The day i will feel you will realise how much i care for you…i will be a happy CMDR!

FICTION
A nice day. By Solo

Just as I was looking through a window on a leisure deck and enjoying free time my eye caught something. I knew what that was at once. Jumping up I shouted:
“Alert, people! There are Rebels out there!”
I didn’t know who they were, but when you see two Calamari Cruisers, two Victory Star Destroyers and a Modified Frigate you shouldn’t assume they are friendly. My fears became true when red lights and alert sirens turned on onboard the Grey Wolf. And this was supposed to be such a nice day.
My whole squadron was gone to some mission. Only me, Woobee, and Captain Chrissy were given a one day leave. The worse thing was that Major took our gunboats on that mission.
I jumped into a turbo-lift and chose the deck where our quarters were.
“Captain! Chriss!” I shouted entering her office. But she was not there. “Chriss?”
There was a screen flashing with a big letters. I approached it. As I was reading my hair bristled up in horror! I run out of the office to find Woobee. He had been enjoying his well deserved nap until the sirens woke him up. I found him at the corridor.
“Come with me at once!” I cried.
“What’s goin’on?” he asked running behind me.
“I’ve something to show you.” I replied leading him to Chrissy’s office. “Here! Take a look at that!”
“Oh! Bloody …”
“Quite! Now what are we going to do?! He’s going to kill us!”
“Too late, now. She’s gone and we can’t help it right now. She’s higher in position then we are. Nobody told us we were supposed to look after her like after a child. And what’s that noise all about?”
“Oh, that! That’s just some rebel attack. But shouldn’t we send message to Tom?”
“Now?! In the middle of the attack?! Now we should go to our ships.”
“ The problem is that Major took them. I have no idea what we should fly.” I said.
“You have your own gunboat, don’t you?” Woobee asked.
“Yes, but she’s quite modified. She doesn’t have laser cannons. Besides I don’t think she’s ready”
“Let’s hope she is” shouted Woob running towards the nearest turbolift. “I will take whatever is there, ready and suitable.”
Suddenly I stopped. There was one thing I had to take with me. I had a feeling I might need it.
“We’ll meet in the hangar! Tell the techs to prepare my ship. I’ll be there in a minute”
I opened the secret compartment behind the drawer in my desk and I took a metal cylinder. I never showed it to anyone. Most of the people either would take me for a spy, I am not, or they would just take me for a fool. And I wouldn’t like neither of those.
When I got to the hangar I saw everyone running in random directions, some fighters taking off, some being prepared. Next to the opposite hangar wall I saw my private gunboat and an escort shuttle being prepared in haste. There was also Woobee there. He was arguing with some technicians about the ship. Suddenly he waved me and jumped onboard pushing the poor tech away and closing the lock. Next minute he turned on the engines and moved the craft to the take-of queue. As I was getting aboard my ship I heard the tech saying something about mad pilots and malfunctioning weapon systems. I ignored him. Woobee knows what he is doing.
I turned the power on and started the systems check at the same time requesting a place in the take-of queue.
Outside the situation was serious. Swarms of the rebel crafts were dog-fighting our boys. As I saw it we could handle all of them if there weren’t that many capital ships.
I guess Admiral shared my point of view.
“This is Grey Wolf to all craft. All machines not suitable for hyper-jumps are ordered to enter hangars immediately. The rest is to give us cover. We meet in the standard regroup point.”
I switched the radio on.
“Woobee! Are you there? Did you hear it?”
“Sure! Let’s show them what we can do.”
Suddenly I was hit by a laser shots. I had an X-wing on my tail. What he was unprepared for was that I modified my ship to be faster and more agile. I also bought heavier shield generators. I paid for them my six month income but they saved my life many times.
I cut the throttle to one third and pushed the stick forward beginning the reverse loop. I quickly found myself on X-wing’s tail. I didn’t have the lasers but the ion cannons can be as efficient. A couple of shots that the rebel pilot didn’t dodge and I left him drifting helplessly. Suddenly I saw two Y-wings making their run on the Grey Wolf’s Shield Generators. If they took them out, any damage the ship would take would be a serious one. I pushed the accelerator as far as it was possible. The gunboat was behaving really amazingly. I almost forgot how much I like her. Next second I was shooting at them. Although I didn’t do much damage I distracted them from their target. They both turned in my direction. I wished I had missiles but nobody expected this craft to fly soon.
I turned sharply to the left avoiding the lethal laser beams. But those Y-wings were no match to my gunboat. Soon they also were unable to do anything as I fried their computers and any electronic equipment with ion cannons. Unfortunately there were more Y-wings making for the generators. Many more. Too many. And some had proton torpedoes.
A minute later there was no sign of the generators.
“How are you doing, Woobee?”
“You won’t believe me. There was one technician onboard. He’s scared to death, but he’s doing great in the rear turret. That’s what I call luck. Don’t you think?”
“In my experience, there is no such thing as luck.” I said quietly to myself.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing. We must give them more time.”
As I was saying that the Grey Wolf started to move in the quasi-motion and entered the hyperspace.
“All right. Time for us.”
Just as I was saying that two new warships entered the area – another Calamari Cruiser and an Interdictor.
I turned on an open channel.
“Jump into the hyperspace NOW! It will take a while until they activate those grav-well generators.”
Two or three TIEs jumped at once but there were almost ten other machines dog-fighting and unable to do that. A couple of seconds later my nav-computer signalized the presence of a huge mass nearby. That meant we were unable to hyperjump. Something had to be done.
“This is Solo. Does anyone have any heavier missiles left?”
“This is Alpha 2-1. My flight has some torpedoes left.”
“Ok! Woobee! Cover us. Alpha 2 follow me!”
We somehow got away from the remaining enemy fighters and we raced towards the Interdictor. Alpha flight knew their job. As soon as we got close enough they fired their torpedoes. Although some of those were shot down some of them hit the target taking down Interdictor’s shields.
“All right, everyone prepare for jump. Alpha 2: your missile-boats won’t help here. Brake off your attack. I will disable the Interdictor.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
That was our only chance. To destroy it was too much with all those rebel fighters behind.
I was getting close praying that my gunboat is fast enough to avoid the Interdictors turbolasers. They started firing at me. Avoiding the shots at this distance was quite easy. I tried to relax and feel where to turn to avoid being hit. Soon I almost began to see the safe path. Finally I opened fire. The blue ion bolts hit the warship. Unfortunately one of the last turbo-laser shots hit my ship. The shields were gone as was the half of my instruments. I was a sitting duck again.
“Solo! Hold on! I’m coming!”
“Negative! Jump into hyperspace while you can. I know how to take care of myself”
“Are you crazy?”
“No, Woobee. Trust me. I’ll be fine. Besides, that was an order.” I said with a wide grin on my face.
“You bloody madman!!”
Seeing the Interdictor disabled, Woobee and whoever else could, jumped into the hyperspace one after another. Too little though. Of all the ships that took off from the Grey Wolf, less than a half would return.
I was still trying to fix the engines but there was little chance I would make it on time. All the rebel fighters returned to their mother-ships giving way to transports picking up survivors, prisoners, and any repairable ships.
A couple of other ships arrived. An Imperial Star Destroyer and several smaller ones. That must have been their flag-ship. Whoever that was.
Seeing that my beautiful ship would get into the rebel hands I ejected the computer into open space. A thing like that would be too small to be detected unless somebody was looking for it. But I didn’t suppose anyone noticed what I had done.
One last thing remained.
Some time ago I ordered a special undetectable compartment. I used it many times in situations somewhat similar to this. I opened it and placed my lightsaber inside. No-one must ever know of it.
And in the beginning this was such a nice day.

I woke up from a terrible nightmare. Only to find that it wasn’t really that bad. The reality was at least as terrible. The whole my body hurt.
I tried to open my eyes but I closed them at once regretting that I decided to open them. It was very bright in the cell. And I was here alone.
After several minutes I opened them again very slowly. This time it wasn’t that bad. I tried to sit down. The moan of pain came from my mouth. I felt as if I was run over by a herd of banthas. The worst of all was the headache.
Soon everything was coming back to me.
Soon after my ship was damaged I was boarded and taken with my ship to the ISD that had just arrived. After being brought to its hangars I was taken to the interrogation room. A woman in an admiral uniform entered the room a minute later. At first I was asked several trivial questions. My only answer to them was: “My number is 8283 of the Imperial Tie Corps.” That seemed to irritate them more and more. As the interrogation continued they asked me more serious questions and also used more painful methods. It seemed to last forever. I had to use the pain reducing techniques I learned long time ago. At the same time I couldn’t show them that I suffer less then want. Finally I lost my consciousness.
Now I was here.
I tried to reduce the pain but I couldn’t focus.
Not being in any particular hurry I started to analyse my situation. I was a prisoner aboard a rebel cruiser. I might have been taken to another ship while unconscious but I didn’t think so. My gunboat must be somewhere close. That wouldn’t solve anything. The ship was damaged during the fight. I didn’t expect rebel technicians to repair it for me and I wouldn’t be able to do it myself. Hiding from the guards alerted of my escape would be difficult enough.
The thought of leaving my beloved ship was a very unpleasant one. I had to get to there anyway before doing anything else. My lightsaber was there.
Suddenly an idea came to me. If I could get to a computer terminal I could order the appropriate repairs. I tried not to think of how I could get the right codes to it.
If I was to do anything I had to get out of here.
Before I could come up with any plan the door opened and two guards entered the cell.
“On your feet.”
I decided to play a weak and tormented prisoner. The fact was that in great part I was weak and tormented. But making them think I’m in worse condition than I really was could only help.
I was lead to Admiral’s quarters. She was waiting. They put me on a chair and took two steps back.
“So. You’re refusing to cooperate. Pity.” She stayed silent for a minute. “You could be rich, you know? Far beyond your imagination.” she stopped for a moment. “My father hid the money he gathered without telling anybody where they are. He was a weak fool. With that amount of money I could create the whole fleet of the Super Star Destroyers. The power everyone would have to count with. I would end this pitiful conflict. No Imperial faction would oppose us. Hutts would have to bow before the New Republic.” With every second she was more and more carried away. I had an impression I heard that before.
“If only that old fool told anyone about that secret of his. To use the code I have to know what it is for. And nobody knows! If you help me I can share power with you. Power and money. We could rule together. Nobody would want to oppose us. You – from the remnants of the Empire and me – The High Admiral of the New Republic Fleet. We would unite the Galaxy.
“What do you say? Help me. Help yourself. Help the galaxy.”
I must say that for a split of a second I was tempted. I’ve seen enough death and destruction in my life to wish to end this war once and for all. Also I felt pain in every part of my body and I knew that if I refused they would continue to ‘help my memory’ or even decided to execute me.
I decided to play for time.
“Umm. I must say I feel wrecked right now and it doesn’t help in thinking. Would be so kind and give me some time to think this over, ma’am?”
The silence fell.
“All right. You’ve got 24 hours. After that time I won’t ask you again.”
The guards approached me and I knew that this meeting is over. I slowly stood up and went towards the door.
“One more thing” suddenly said the Admiral. “You haven’t told me your name.”
“Dekker. Ole Dekker.“ I said quickly surprising myself. I never could come up with names that quickly.
“All right Dekker. Remember 24 hours.”
The guards lead me to the empty corridor. I had to act quickly. I didn’t have much chance of escaping from the closed cell and I don’t suppose they would let me go for walks. If I was ever to escape, now was the best moment.
I tried to sense the guards’ thoughts and introduce new idea in their minds. Soon I felt they got it. Their reaction was quite obvious. They accelerated a bit. Suddenly one of them stopped next to some door.
“Stay with the prisoner for a moment. I need to take care of one thing.”
I looked at the door he entered through. As I expected I saw universal signs recognisable all over the Galaxy. Toilet.
Now was my chance. Using the Force I slowed the reflexes of the other guard for a moment and then quickly pulled his blaster rifle. Having no time to set if for stun or even point it at him I used its other end. One blow and the guard fell on the floor unconscious. I quickly opened the door and pulled him inside the toilet. Now I had enough time to set blaster on stun and take care of the other guard.
I thought it would be wise to borrow a uniform and a pass-card from them. The only problem was the holo-picture on the pass. I was hoping that with the Force I could handle that one flaw.
I took off the hand-cuffs using the key-card one of them had it a pocket. Then I changed my clothes. To increase my chances I tied them together in the cabin and gagged them. I took a look at the mirror. I didn’t look great but with the helmet on my head as long as nobody recognises me I should be fine.
I had no idea what to start with. I decided that the first thing I should do is to get my lightsaber. Even if I had to leave my ship here, which I didn’t like to do, I had to take my lightsaber. They are not easy to make. Especially when you serve in the Navy and you can’t afford spending several weeks on doing only that.
I found a turbolift. Fortunately there were no-one around. I went to the lowest level. There I was hoping to find hangars. Another problem was finding the gunboat in one of the many storage hangars.
I surrounded myself with ‘aura’ of self confidence worthy of an admiral.
Finally I reached a control room. Nobody actually watched that place carefully. Many technicians, computer specialists and other people bustled about the place. I found a datapad and a computer terminal. After several minutes of searching in the database I started to suspect that the gunboat was taken to another ship, when all of the sudden I heard a voice behind me.
“Are you looking for something, captain?”
“Ehmm, yes! I was ordered to bring the results of the investigation on that imperial fighter that was captured earlier. I looked in the hangar I was informed I would find it but it wasn’t there.” I said hoping that the man wouldn’t ask too many questions.
“What do you mean it wasn’t there? Of course it’s there. You must have mistaken the hangars.”
“Impossible. I looked where I was told to.” I was trying to be convincing.
“Let me check again.” The man approached the computer terminal. “Yes, it’s in hangar 11. Right where it should be.”
“Are you sure? I was told it was in hangar 15. Ok. Thank you. Now I will find it.” I said. Exiting the room I heard:
“Captain!”
“Yes?” I replied.
“That way.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
That was close. Too close.
I reached the hangar 11 and entered it. There it was. Standing in a row of other ships it looked quite damaged. I was hoping it can be repaired quickly.
There was a woman supervising the works in the hangar. With a slight use of the Force I convinced her I was to search the interior of the gunboat for any information the admiral would need.
Approaching it I saw two repair druids and one technician working on my ship. I was really surprised seeing it in such a good condition.
“Is she ready for a flight, yet?” I asked.
“No sir. Not yet. We’ll be ready in an hour.”
“The admiral will not be pleased.”
“I’m doing what I can but this ship has a really strange parts. I’ve seen many gunboats but this one…”
“You better hurry up before she gets down here asking why the test pilot haven’t taken off yet.” I tried to stir up fear in him using the Force again.
I jumped inside. The situation changed a bit. Now that my ship turned out to be nearly repaired I couldn’t wait longer. I had to escape.
I turned the power on and initialised self-check procedures to see if I can risk taking off. The result was not as good as I wished but better than I expected. The navigation computer was missing, the shield generator malfunctioning, as were the weapon systems, but both sub-light engines and hyper-drive were operational.
I had to be careful now. I couldn’t just escape. That would turn the alerts on and having no shields but a huge headache instead I wouldn’t risk the turbolasers fire at me.
I went to the supervisor station.
“I can take that gunboat for the test flight.” I said with a slight move of my hand. To be honest, it is totally unnecessary but since every Jedi master teaches the mind-trick with it, it becomes instinctive.
“You can take that gunboat for the test flight” She said after me.
“Give the appropriate orders.”
“I’m giving the appropriate orders.” She relied and started typing on the computer terminal.
Next minute I was warming up the engines.

I have no idea how I managed to escape without being noticed right in the beginning.
Before I flew one klick away from the ISD the radio turned on and I heard the familiar voice.
“Dekker? Turn back at once! I ordered the gunners to shoot on my mark. Give up. The fighters are already taking off. You have no chance of escaping. Where will you go? You have no navigation computer. If you turn back I will forget about your escape. If you don’t, you will die.”
I decided to ignore it.
Hyper-jumps are very dangerous. If you miscalculate the coordinates you can end up in a black hole or exploding supernova. But if you have no navigation computer you must be suicidal to try that. Unless you make very, very small jumps - much smaller than a parsec. Then you have a small chance.
I had to take it.
In the moment the turbolasers opened fire I pushed the switch, sending the gunboat into hyperspace. Immediately I pushed it again exiting the hyperspace. The ISD was too far to notice it.
Repeating that procedure I somehow managed to get to some planet.
I made the basic repairs there that would allow me to go back to the Grey Wolf. As I didn’t have much money on me – or rather in that Rebel captain’s uniform – I had to exchange my precious hi-fi equipment for some old crapy nav-computer.
I returned to the Grey Wolf an hour ago. Now I’m laying on the bed in the sick-bay.
Tomorrow they probably release me.
Captain Chrissy visited me. She didn’t say a word. I didn’t ask anything. I didn’t have to ask to know that she saw something she shouldn’t.
I also had a message from Major Tom. He was telling me he was glad I’m back.
They have no idea how glad to be back I am.
Now I will get some sleep. Tomorrow the work starts again.
Maybe tomorrow will be the nice day I haven’t had for a long time.

POETRY

…AND WHEN…
by LC DarkC

…And when the wind is softly blowing,
You’ll hear me wisperring your name
And see the trees that will be blooming
You’ll understand the wind is me and this is just a game.
And when it suddenly begins to rain,
You’ll know how much i’m always missing you,
And when you’ll feel my tears and pain,
Then you will understand my love for you is true…

LAST THOUGHTS
This report might seem short, but nothing much really happened this week.
The day I became Tartarus CMDR I swore I’ll make sure this will be the best squad in the whole fleet.And unfortunatelly for you I still intend to stay here till I succed:P
So you have two choices:

• Either you help me
• Or you’ll force me to clean the squadron a bit and start it all over
  I love you all!

“Never know what you’ve got till is gone…”
Respectfully submitted,
The one guilty for loving you,
CMDR/LC DarkC/Tartarus.