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| ISDII WARRIOR REPORT #19 (Episode #200!) | |||
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REPORTING OFFICER: Rear Admiral Hav Antiel, Commodore |
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| WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HAV'S HANDS? (Part 3) | |||
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Commodore's office aboard the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer Warrior. Rear Admiral Hav Antiel, commodore of the ship, was 'just getting to the good part' in the story of his cybernetic hands. A stormtrooper, several pilots, an R4 agromech droid, and even a holovid of the Hammer's Commodore had gathered in the cramped office to hear the story. Antiel shrugged, smirking at the small crowd gathered in his office. 'That's why I always say never let a Yuzzum hold your chindinkalu.' The stormtrooper learning in the doorway shook his head and walked out. 'What's that guy's problem?' asked Antiel. 'Uh, maybe you should just jump ahead to the 'good part,' Hav,' said General Dunta Polo, a TIE pilot in full flightsuit. 'Right. Um. Where was I?' The Commodore's R4 unit whistled, and Antiel looked down at the datapad for a transcription. '' WHY ROBOT HANDS '' appeared on the screen. A miniature puff of pixelated blue smoke rose from the desk. Admiral Miles Prower -- in holovid form, at least -- was seated at his desk, pipe-in-jaw. He appeared to be live streaming Star Trek: Bridge Commander. 'I believe you had just witnessed Kithastas the Klatooinian coldcock your buddy the bass player,' the Keplerian said with a flourish. 'It was my drummer, actually, but yes, thanks Prower,' said Antiel. 'Our bass mando player was actually keeping his cool, but that's not the point.' Antiel scratched his head with a shiny brass metallic hand. Despite the Admiral's help, he had clearly lost the point of his story. 'So picture this,' he said, pointing to his temples. 'The drummer's out cold on the floor, patrons are quickly leaving the bar, and, to top it all off, it looks like the band's not getting paid tonight. The only thing to do at that point is cut your losses, right? So I start packing up my stuff: my quetarra's already in the case and I turn around to power off my amp when a blasterbolt hits the wall next to my head.' He paused for effect. 'I'm pausing for effect,' he whispered to the holovid. 'I spin around, and it's Kithastas with his blaster aimed at the bandstand. He says something like, 'Do we have a problem?' and I'm like 'Nope, no problem.' I'm ready to get out of there, hopefully with the drummer, definitely with my instrument at least. But then the singer does what singers always do: They open their mouths.' Antiel chuckled, and the R4 unit groaned. He decided not to look at the datapad for once. 'What did he say?' asked the NCO leaning on Antiel's desk. 'Did he, like, sing something?' 'I wish. That wouldn't have been so bad. Instead, he said the dumbest thing I can think of: 'Do you have any idea who we are?'' 'Oh brother,' Prower laughed on the holovid. 'You're in trouble now.' 'Exactly,' said Antiel. 'A Hutt-connected tough like Kithastas sees people in two ways: you're either a threat or a profit. Not a profit, I guess. More like a... product, I guess.' 'Or a promise?' asked the NCO. 'No, a threat or a meal ticket, he means,' said a gunner at the back. 'I don't know,' said Antiel. 'But in that moment he didn't see us as a threat any more. The singer wouldn't stop talking; he just kept making it worse, and then he said something like, 'And do you know who this is?' and pointed at me.' Antiel looked around the room. He considered for a moment if his royal heritage, a secret he had kept from many in the TIE Corps and a fact that had made him more embarrassed than proud lately, was worth revealing for the point of the story. They don't need to know, he decided. 'The singer said, 'This guy, our guitarra player, is a really important guy!'' 'No,' said Prower with a hearty puff. 'You told me he said, 'This guy's a royal prince from Dosuun.'' Antiel groaned, and he could hear laughter around the room. He shook his head and forced a laugh, trying to shed the embarrassment. 'Yes, that is exactly what he said, Prower. 'This guy's a prince!' And just like that, we were tied up, blindfolded, and tossed in the trunk of a landspeeder.' |
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| NEWS | |||
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Welcome to the first ISDII Warrior report of the new year. I have to tell you, pilots and personnel, that I don't feel very refreshed or ready for the new year. I'm coming off of a two-week break in RL that did little more than throw off my sleep schedule and make me dread going back to work. I know, I know: don't complain about vacation. I hear you loud and clear. That being said, I haven't quite figured out what our ship competitions should look like in 2019. Gimme a week and reply to this report with an idea or two. The good news is that I submitted the December evaluation to AD Plif today, thanks to the timely efforts of your CMDRs. Be on the lookout for shiny merit awards for our indomitable Warriors. Also, the 2018 Escort Flight competitions are over, and I have made my medal recommendations. Congratulations to COL Earnim Branet and GN Dunta Polo for ranking among the top four pilots on the multiplayer Kill Boards for 12 months in a row. Nice flying, pilots! Don't forget: It's the final week of MAJ Aldaric's TIE Corps Holiday Tournament. There are flying and non-flying options, and it's been fun and competitive. I highly recommend it. |
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| AWARDS | |||
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In the past two weeks, the following intrepid Warriors earned competition medals and merit awards.
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| COMPETITIONS | |||
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A full list of active competitions is available on http://tc.emperorshammer.org/competitions.php?id=current |
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| ROSTER | |||
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31 Strong (even) - http://tc.emperorshammer.org/roster.php?type=ship&id=16&all=1 |
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| ESCORT FLIGHTS | |||
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| COMMODORE'S ACTIVITY | |||
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What I've been up to since my last report:
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| CLOSING COMMENTS | |||
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Remember, the only way forward is through. RA Hav Antiel |
ISDII Warrior Report # 19 (2019-01-07)
This report was submitted by COM/RA Hav Antiel/ISDII Warrior
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