UlicHorn

OCC: heh, yeah I caught it. CT- A23-01075 or 75 for short, made his way down to the landing bay to address his new sqaudron. Their new Jedi General was a no show. He gotten in contact with the Jedi on Coruscant and another Jedi General (Hopefully) was on the way and would be here in a few hours. Until then all he had to do was prep and brief the troops. He stepped out off the lift tube and saw the sqaudron. "Attention!" he shouted and the Clones snapped into position.

"Alright, someone else start a conversation then, or I'm just gonna end up drinking all night!" He said taking a gulp from the bottle. "Is it just me or is it quiet in here tonight! What happened to the band!" he shouted. OCC: Cool join the thread then, I need a jedi and more squadmates and the like. Hope to see someone of you guys there.

Ulic took Sib to a trooper chair where she could sit down and headed for the cockpit. "Ok, either we find my ship or this is gonna be a real short trip. Get this thing to landing pad 326, I'm pretty sure my ships still there. If we can get to it, we can get outta here." He strapped himself in in back next to Sib and checked her wounds will Karn got the ship up.

OCC: Im not using Ulic for this one, because of course he wasn't born yet. Meet ARC Trooper CT-A23- 01075. ARC Trooper CT-A23-010175, made his way to the command bridge of the ship the Chancellor to meet with the captian. After the brief meeting he need to meet the new General in the brifing room. He walked in, a hologram of the world the sepratists had invaded glowed over the room. 75 studied it and then went to find the General, most likely a jedi who'd want to give him a name. "Jedi," he sighed.

Ulic took a quick swig and sat down. "This party sure is quiet. Who died?" This most likely wasn't the first place Ulic had been drinking tonight. "How's everybody doing?" he asked taking another swig. OCC: Good to be back, Krytos, btw I'm starting another thread Clone Wars era, thought you might be interested.

Ulic, filled with adrenilne, quickly picked up Sib who gave a surprised yelp but caught the plan. Ulic ran as quickly as he could with Karn and Afton following towards the landing pad. With any luck he'd find his ship and they'd be able to escape.

Ulic Horn walked quietly in, his blaster hung low on his side holster. He walked up to the bar and grabbed a bottle of Corellian wiskey and a mug, and walked over to a group of patrons. "How's everyone doing?"

Ulic drew his blaster. "Well if any of you believe in that 'force' then I suggest you pray, but the rest of us need to get out of her now. Someone give me a second blaster and anything that will explode."

Ulic peered around the corner. "Looks like we're in trouble. Any ideas? All we can do is run, and we porbably wont get to far..."

Ulic was once again, trying despertly to find time to work on his limbered ship. He was back up topside attempting to repalce another panel near the man gun well, the rest of his temporary crew was working on the interior. After a very brief conversation with the General Ulic wasn't to happy. He still wasn't reciving the technicaians he so despertly needed on the aging ship, and since time was running short he was working hard. He only had but a few hours before he was to travel planetside....

OOC: Ignore that last one. Just use Solla if you need her.

OCC: Heh no big deal, T'char. Although Corellian ships are the pure essance of beauty to a Corellian pilot...most other beings wouldnt agree.

OCC: No Idea, but depending on what we choose, I can play it out

Ulic walked into Derlin's office as Derlin spoke into the comlink and Ulic took a seat waiting for Derlin to finish the call. In the mean time he himself quietly made a call to check on the status of the crew and repairs on his ship.

Less than two standard hours later Ulic Horn's lumbering ship docked on board the Reckless Wonder, his team gathered. It consisted of only two other non-Republic memebers but they'd surely help get the job done. His co-pilot continued with the repairs and Ulic made his way to the brifing room and went off in search of Derlin.

Ulic walked out of the room and into the communications center. Bringing up a map of the surrounding systems and running through a list a of possible contacts outside of the New Republic Intel. It was a short list, to many of his closest friends were in the New Republic, but even anyone could help...

Ulic rolled the thought over in his mind and then sighed and stood up. "Alright, I'll do it but I'm calling in my own team. So how long before I head planetside?" he asked...

I'd like to join something like that but give people the ability to pass a turn or something like that. Just a suggestion.

Sib tucked herself tightly and launched herself further into the vent followed closely by Afton and Ulic. Karn jumped up grabbing the ledge and yanking himself in the moment the door blew open. A squad of stormtroopers rushed into the corrider and almost completely passed the vent, but one stopped. "Sir?" he said pointing upwards at the open vent. "Very good solider, now move." the squad commander barked. The vent went further undetected long enough for the group to move...

OCC: Hey, Im using mulitiple characters so feel free. Since we already accomplished the first goal of saving Ulic then the only other thing to do is really get off Bespin, so any added ideas are great. So if anyone wants to take up the torch and run go right ahead. Oh and congrats guys we just broke 100 posts in this Scenario.

Ulic was on his back his,YT-2400 still battered from the the repairs it need earlier, replacing a damaged panel. Wireing was exposed and Ulic's head was directly under a metal bulk head. His comlink beeped and he jumped clanking his head on the underside, he cursed and grabbed the comlink. He left everything as it was and started off towards the briefing room.

OCC: Exactly what I meant Kry, I just got lost in all this so the hat is back in the ring. But enough about hats just dump an opening back in for Ulic and he and his ship should be ready

OCC: I've actually been waiting to see how everything plays out, I'm eager to see where others take the story thats why I havent posted much. But I think putting it on hold for a bit wouldnt be a problem.

Solla's comlink beeped and she hurried herself to the hanger and had her gear stowed shortly. She found Josson and reported in. "I'm ready to leave when you need me sir."

OCC: Offically tossing my hat into the ring. Name: Ulic Horn Homeworld: Corellia Skill: Pilot/Mechinic Just wanted to get involved, hopefully an old Rebellion pilot can find a place here.