Post by Yeti on Dec 3, 2013 9:34:59 GMT -5
The modified R-Wings lined up within the Golan Station VI's hanger, as Locar walks in between them studying them each in turn.
The loose formation on the far side of the hanger forming up, Colonel Sid Garrett and Major Reisman standing to the side in their custom armors studying them. Walking up to them, "what do you think?" he asks of them.
Looking at the Admiral, the Major pipes up, "I've had worse Sir. I'll turn them into a fighting force."
Smiling, "Well get them formed up Major."
"SQUADRON, FALL IN"
The thirty individuals all falling into rough lines, the Major turns to Locar, "Admiral the floor is yours."
"Gentlemen and woman," looking over at the lone woman in the group, "we are forming a new squadron here for the Dragon System. And you are it."
"All of you have a death sentance within the Imperial Empire, all of you have volunteered, all of you have families. I'm asking for ten years of your lives in exchange for full pardons and retirment on the Dragon or Confederacy Planet of your choice with new identities."
"You will have one sole mission while in this squadron. Defend the Dragon System with your lives."
"Major Reisman is your sole chain of command in system and he reports directly to me, as you grow as a unit from time to time you will be loaned to Colonel Garrett for his missions. You will train hard, and fight harder than all others. I only want volunteers in this unit and all of you have skin in this. Your freedom is at stake, my reputation for second chances is as well. Weather you fall in battle, training, or make it the entire ten years your families will be cared for. That I promise you. Your command structure within your unit will be formed by you and approved by Major Reisman."
Turning to Major Reisman, "They are your's Major. Get them ready."
"Aye, Aye Sir."
The loose formation on the far side of the hanger forming up, Colonel Sid Garrett and Major Reisman standing to the side in their custom armors studying them. Walking up to them, "what do you think?" he asks of them.
Looking at the Admiral, the Major pipes up, "I've had worse Sir. I'll turn them into a fighting force."
Smiling, "Well get them formed up Major."
"SQUADRON, FALL IN"
The thirty individuals all falling into rough lines, the Major turns to Locar, "Admiral the floor is yours."
"Gentlemen and woman," looking over at the lone woman in the group, "we are forming a new squadron here for the Dragon System. And you are it."
"All of you have a death sentance within the Imperial Empire, all of you have volunteered, all of you have families. I'm asking for ten years of your lives in exchange for full pardons and retirment on the Dragon or Confederacy Planet of your choice with new identities."
"You will have one sole mission while in this squadron. Defend the Dragon System with your lives."
"Major Reisman is your sole chain of command in system and he reports directly to me, as you grow as a unit from time to time you will be loaned to Colonel Garrett for his missions. You will train hard, and fight harder than all others. I only want volunteers in this unit and all of you have skin in this. Your freedom is at stake, my reputation for second chances is as well. Weather you fall in battle, training, or make it the entire ten years your families will be cared for. That I promise you. Your command structure within your unit will be formed by you and approved by Major Reisman."
Turning to Major Reisman, "They are your's Major. Get them ready."
"Aye, Aye Sir."