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Withers downed his milk. "If ya don't mind chap, I'll take a refill."

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The man put his head out the door. "No problem." He said. A few moments later, he came out holding a mug of milk and a tall, thin glass of what appeared to be Cola. "Where was I? Oh yes, the house in Quebec. There was a radio in the house, I turned it on and tried to hear if anyone was broadcasting. To my surprise, there was one station that had the message I was hoping for running: 'We're going to Mars, anyone else that wants to go better be at the tip of Hudson bay by noon tomorrow'. I'm telling you, I never felt so happy in all my life. The day was Tuesday, there were Sirians everywhere. I guess they were trying to pinpoint the place of transmission. Good thing for me and the rest of the survivors. Got there about three hours before lift-off, and then they attacked us. Took out half of us with the first volley, we got maybe 100 droids in the hour-long firefight. By the time it was over, I had it in my leg, couldn't move it for almost six months, the muscle was severed. It's why I gained so much weight, but we made it, but only about fifteen out of a hundred. Came out under fire from Sirian dog fighters, both organics and droids. It's a miracle we made it out alive, if we had only known the Sirians wouldn't go any further North than Southern Alaska."
The old man sighed. "I wonder sometimes how many made it North out of reach of them. You know, Sirians can't stand cold, they love heat though."

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"Actually, that's exactly what he told me" Jeffery replied "Interrogation was never my strong point, sir. If you don't mind, I need to get ready for the demonstration."

"That's under light security, anyone over the rank of Second Lieutenant can find out about it. Yes, by all means, I can't wait." He seemed to forget the uniform in his hand. "Oh, this is your new uniform." With that, he walked off, going to make a stop at the Cantina just down from the general quarters. I need to visit an old friend. John might be wondering what happened to me, since he gave me the advice on the patch, I haven't talked to him. He came in. "Oh, hello Jeremy, John." He nodded towards John. "He telling you his old war stories?" He asked Jeremy.

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"Maybe sah" said Jeremy with a grin, giving a smart salute.

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<GM's note: While still on base, "John's Place" as it is called, is officially part of on-base activity, allowing servicemen to enjoy drink and company while on duty. After 1800 hours, ranks are banned from the premises, to help ensure a more friendly environment when beer starts flowing.>

"I know I've had my fair share of those." Smeg said with a wink. "Sometimes it's a wonder how he ever got any customers at all, he wouldn't stop talking when he first opened. Will you get me my usual?"
"Sure thing, just a sec." John walked behind the bar and brought back something that Jeremy didn't recognize. "I don't know how he drinks the stuff myself." John said, handing the bottle of light blue-liquid to Smeg.

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"It certainly has an interesting color. What is it? A new type of blue wine?" Asked the pilot with playful, curious eyes.

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Smeg laughed. "Oh no, it was a botched attempt at making beer flavored soda." He took a swig of the strange liquid. "I might be the only person alive crazy enough to drink the stuff. No idea why it turned blue, they say it was a reaction of being around for over a month, John's been keeping a stash under his counter for the past six months."
John spoke up: "He's crazy alright, and it looks like he got you mixed up in his crazed idea too."
"Hey, he volunteered."
"Does that matter?" John said, winking. "I helped Smeg here get the idea, we were shocked when the higher-ups accepted it. That patch on your shoulder? I designed it, Smeg owed me some favors..." His voice trailed off. "
"Yeah, I ran to Earth and made some stops for him, picked up some stuff they wouldn't give him to start the bar."

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On the outer reaches of the Martian gravity field, a non-armed Sirian shuttle came out of it's wormhole, going towards the planet's surface. Commander Korrakiln was the only one on-board, he hoped to land on Mars unnoticed and make his way towards the planet's military installations. Suddenly, jerking him to attention, a voice came on the comm system.
"Unidentified craft, identify yourself and transmit clearance codes."
He thought a moment before responding.
"This is Commander Korrakiln of the Sirian resistance movement, I am here to establish an alliance between the Sirian resistance and your Human race."
"One moment." The mans voice on the other end was dripping with shock, obviously from talking to a Sirian who spoke English.
"This is General Tait, you are clear to land in Cargo Bay 2 on base six, I'm sending you coordinates."
Korrakiln smiled, or as close as the Sirian facial expressions allowed, at the fact that they just assumed that because he spoke their language, he understood their coordinates as well. Small matter, his computer would guide him as far as the base, then he could get himself inside with ease. As he approached the base, he noticed fighters scrambling, staying a safe distance away from him, but close enough to take him down if he appeared to make a suicidal dive toward one of the cities or bases.
"Sirian craft, this is base 6 control, we are awaiting your arrival."
"Understood, ready to land, anticipating arrival in approximately two and a half of your minutes."

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Alarms were blaring.
"All hands to fighters, incoming Sirians." A voice said over the speaker system.
Smeg's comlink chirped. "We're wanted in Cargo Bay 2, they think we're diplomats or something." He said to Jeremy, winking. "See ya John, I'll pay later, mine and his." And he ran, hoping to get there before they did. Sirians incoming? And they're sending me and any of my group in my immediate area to meet him.

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Jeremy was about to make a comment when the lights came on. He thanked John and followed Smeg. Sirians? Here? Peace? He'd have to bloody see it. Of course, stranger things had happened before.

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Smeg and Jeremy arrived just before the Sirian shuttle reached the massive blast doors and they opened. "Let's just hope there's not an invasion fleet right behind this."

Commander Korrakiln landed his shuttle in between boxes of cargo, and lowered his ramp. Not exactly a large greeting party, just four people... And they're not together, they weren't forewarned soon enough... He took a breath of air and headed down the ramp, thumped his three large fingers against his chest in greeting, and saluted Smeg and Jeremy. "Greetings my friends, I hope I didn't scare you too badly." He said, in a voice that sounded almost like a New Yorker's accent. "A freed slaved taught me your 'English' language in return for his freedom."
One of the other two people walked over, obviously a diplomat and his bodyguard. "What is your purpose here?" The tall, white-haired man said.
"To establish an alliance between your human population and my Sirian underground resistance movement. We protest the way our government is heading, and we are appalled at the enslavement and conquest of your home planet." He turned towards the guard, who was visibly shaken at the appearance of a Sirian at what was supposed to be a secure base, only about a thousand people knew of the Mars cities on Earth, all the rest had been in the dark about it. "I come in peace, and offer an alliance on behalf of the Sirian resistance." He turned to Smeg and Jeremy. "What have you to say of this?"
Smeg looked around, hoping for someone else to answer. "I'm shocked, I never thought you would find our bases or cities here."
Korrakiln thought for a moment and asked Jeremy. "What of you?"

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Smeg and Jeremy arrived just before the Sirian shuttle reached the massive blast doors and they opened. "Let's just hope there's not an invasion fleet right behind this."

Commander Korrakiln landed his shuttle in between boxes of cargo, and lowered his ramp. Not exactly a large greeting party, just four people... And they're not together, they weren't forewarned soon enough... He took a breath of air and headed down the ramp, thumped his three large fingers against his chest in greeting, and saluted Smeg and Jeremy. "Greetings my friends, I hope I didn't scare you too badly." He said, in a voice that sounded almost like a New Yorker's accent. "A freed slaved taught me your 'English' language in return for his freedom."
One of the other two people walked over, obviously a diplomat and his bodyguard. "What is your purpose here?" The tall, white-haired man said.
"To establish an alliance between your human population and my Sirian underground resistance movement. We protest the way our government is heading, and we are appalled at the enslavement and conquest of your home planet." He turned towards the guard, who was visibly shaken at the appearance of a Sirian at what was supposed to be a secure base, only about a thousand people knew of the Mars cities on Earth, all the rest had been in the dark about it. "I come in peace, and offer an alliance on behalf of the Sirian resistance." He turned to Smeg and Jeremy. "What have you to say of this?"
Smeg looked around, hoping for someone else to answer. "I'm shocked, I never thought you would find our bases or cities here."
Korrakiln thought for a moment and asked Jeremy. "What of you?"

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<OOC> Uh, netzen? </OOC>

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<Sorry, I've been out of my mind for a while. Back to buisiness.>
The pilot looked hard at the Sirian. "I'd also like to know how you found us. As for an alliance, I'm not too sure. Maybe." he shrugged. His natural instincts were telling him to mistrust the alien, but his more personal instinct was telling him to see what he did. He went on, "I think several people would want to see just how trustworthy you are before commiting to anything."

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<No problem>
"I freed a number of human slaves that had worked in a place they called 'New York City'. They told me of operations on this planet and taught me your language, and your flight control base told me where to land." He looked at Jeremy. "Trust is not something Sirians take lightly, and I am not surprised your race is no different. As to how we establish trust, I would like to take some of you, volunteers, of course, to our base on the moon of Siria, my home planet. At that time, a group of Sirians would also come here, touring the bases and equipment that we will be working alongside." He motioned to another man that entered, a man with three stars on his shoulder. "Greetings from my world to yours I am Commander Korrakiln, General..." He waited for the man to answer.
"Tait." The general motioned to Smeg and Jeremy. "Dismissed, thank you Colonel, Sergeant."
Smeg saluted and walked off. "Thank you sir." After they had reached the hallway outside the Cargo Bay Smeg turned to Jeremy. "That was interesting. You think you want to go to Siria? I might just volunteer us for this."

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Jeremy shrugged. "I suppose it's worth a try. But I'm still not sure I trust him..." The sargent was feeling somewhat irked that everyone was taking this so lightly.

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<OOC> Note, Smeg reflects me, I don't take much seriously at all. </OOC>
They were going in the general direction of a hangar bay area, on the other side of the base, when they noticed a large commotion in many of the quarters. "Looks like they were really surprised." Smeg thought aloud. "Must be trying to get changed into their flight suits."

<GM'S NOTE: In the near future, I will post specs and pics of various fighter aircraft, just as soon as we get to the hangar.>
<Your call netzen, whenever you want to get there you can say we've arrived and I'll post the stuff, but I can't right now... Not enough time to upload the pics.>

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The Colonel and the pilot walked into the large hanger bay, where numerous aircraft were docked. "So wot we doing?" he asked Smeg.

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<OOC> The pics will have to wait until Friday, I'll upload them on Somm's computer then, my internet is too slow for it </OOC>

<GM'S Note:
There are four Gemini-Style Fighter space craft in this hangar, they are as follows:
Gemini Class 3 Model # 83 (383)
Running Speed: 5
Top Speed: (Unavailable, technology has not come into play)
Firepower: 6
Maneuverability: 5
Armor: 4
Medium-duty fighter with two upward-pivoting chargable laser cannons. Laser cannons have two modes: Repeat, and charge. A charge will send a ball of energy towards the enemy that is able of penetrating armor. Lasers in repeat mode can pivot 90 degrees to point straight up relative to the fighter. Adept at attcking the underside of large enemy ships.

Gemini class 6, model # 26 (626)
(Scale of 1-10)
Speed: 4
Manueverability: 7
Top Speed: (Unavailable, technology has not come into play)
Firepower: 5
Armor: 9
Description: Slow, powerful fighter with two forward fixed lasers and two that are able to pivot to fire straight down (Relative to the vehicle)
Adept at ground targets and slowly-moving vehicles.

Gemini Class 7 Model #17 (717)
Running speed: 7
Top Speed: Unavailable
Firepower: 8
Maneuverability: 6
Armor: 6
Semi-fast dogfighter. Equipped with two fixed forward lasers and two missile launchers holding 6 each. Can have assistance from plug in droid if desired.

Gemini Class 9 Model #59 (959)
Running speed: 10
Top Speed: Unavailable
Firepower: 3
Maneuverability: 8
Armor: 3
Scout-Fighter with dual laser cannons.
Pics on Friday night of all of these>

"I want to scout out of the atmosphere and see if there are any surprises, I can't imagine enough oxygen being in that tiny craft of his to travel that far, unless he was unconscious." Smeg replied.
<Smeg's vehicle is the 717>
Smeg climbed one of the two 717 Gemini fighters. "Just pick which one you want if you want to come along."

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Jeremy looked at the craft in the seperate hanger. "So these are our special vehicles eh? Do we have a transport craft?" He walked in between the 717 and the 959. "Do I really have to choose?" he asked. "Well, I've always been more of a fighter person." He climbed in to the light fighter. "We'll just call this a test drive." He threw his cigarete on the ground before straping himself in and closing the cockpit.

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In minutes after the liftoff sequence, they were in the outer atmosphere. "Sensors picking up anything?"

<You can have a small Sirian scouting run on Mars happen, and engage in dogfighting (That would speed up the invasion time-frame), or you can see nothing and head back down to the surface. It's all up to you.>

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The young pilot switched on short range sensors. "I don't see anything out there. Wait, there is something. It's... oh lord. It's a Sirian craft! Not many specs on it. I'm engaging the enemy! Wheeee-haa!!" Withers dived tworeds the enemy ship, not thinking far ahead enough to check for other Sirians. He let out a volley at the robotic ship.

<The Sirian is under your controll Droid>

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"Sirian patrol droid, sensors pick up seven of them." Smeg said. "This is Colonel Smeg O'Reilly, engaging Sirian patrol." He radioed down to the base. "I'm your wingman." He said to Jeremy, and flew up on his starboard (right side). The Sirian scout wasn't intended to be a fighter, and has only one laser, but with seven of them they are still a force to be reckoned with.
Two broke off and started a loop to try and get behind Smeg and Jeremy, two headed for Smeg, lasers blazing, and the other three went wing-to-wing against Jeremy. The volley of Jeremy's lasers took out the lead, and the other two went evasive, expecting another volley to follow.

<You don't have to do an evasive maneuver yet, the others aren't behind us, but here are maneuvers you know thus far:
Barrel roll (To get away from missiles and avoid obstacles, and to dodge enemy fire.)
Inverted loop (Maneuver to get on the tail of an enemy craft, if he's chasing you. You twist upside down and do a loop, and it normally works, if the enemy pilot isn't very good)>

EDIT: I uploaded pics of the 717 and 959.
http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w112/Droideka9990/959.gif
http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w112/Droideka9990/717.gif

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<Great, what about the Sirian I fired at?>

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<Oops, sorry, I got caught up in the uploading of the pics... I'll edit>

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"I'm persuing the left." Jeremy said. "Cover me from the right." He chased down the left fighter and fired.

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"I copy."
The laser bolts flashed through the Sirian scout and tore a hole completely through, and the scout started a lazy, spiraling loop down to the planet's surface. Smeg let a pair of missiles fly into the right fighter, and it burts into flame, shrapnel showering the two Gemini fighters. "Watch out, the rest are coming about." The remaining scouts were coming around the backside of Smeg and Jeremy's fighters.

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Doing a barrel roll away from the shrapnel, Withers pulled a sharp right tworeds the scouts, heading straight for them, fireing missles. He then did a sharp dive and leveled off below, trying to manuver into a position to get behind the enemy.

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<OOC> Sorry to hold up the game if I did. I'm finally back on this forum and am ready to partake in the fun of this RP again, but I don't know where I am in the game.</OOC>

<Go back to the last place you posted, I think it was on page 3.>

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