the victims of dinner squadron. ii
somehow i have like, just one girldragon. D: merf. and sparkly snow one has like four three hours left on it, OOPS. *fail*
the saga stupid continuuuesss... *_____*
Lieutenant Taisuke Fujigaya
Echani male from Thyrsus
What a shitty 'shop. xD ANYWAY. Echani are a near-human race with silver hair and eyes -- but Fujigaya's hair is dark and skin is more tanned than most of their kind, because he's a second-generation /human mix. 8D NINJA PIC. (Alternate: little red riding hood, wjkjkwhe. I was trying for something traditional but it made him look like a Dathomiri Force witch by accident, ahaha. ♥) Idk if he dyes his hair black or if it's naturally that way. HE MIGHT LOOK LIKE A GANGURO. ♥
Like all Echani, he's got better-than-average natural reflexes, and excels at close-range weapons combat. Can be rather willful. (Female-dominant culture. In times past, they had a long-standing rivalry with the Mandalorians.) Arguably the most skilled fighter/pilot in the squadron. Arguably. 8Db (He has the most kills in a cockpit, see.) His pet weapons are melee-types, particularly a pair of vibroblade shortswords. *nods*
Echani culture held the belief that to know one fully, you must fight them. Echani fighting was not only self-defense, but a form of self-expression, a means of communication similar to art.
Fujigaya is willful, but not argumentative or nasty about it usually on land. He's the glue of the squadron, a lot. But in a cockpit, he's a ruthless and aggressive flier. Was in the same initial training batch as Tsuka'da, way back. Waaay back. Stayed with X-wings though, when Tsuka'da went to Intel.
For the Echani, it was not at all unusual for children of the same parents to be born so as to be completely indistinguishable from one another to outsiders. (Thus, being able to distinguish between like individuals through reading of body movement became an essential requirement.) <-THIS. xD HIS BROTHERS LOOK THE SAME AS HIM.
when it comes down to it.
(many years ago)
"And you have to go?" Fujigaya asked.
"Well, no." Tsuka'da the Devaronian shrugged sheepishly. "But I want to."
Fujigaya sighed, flopping back into the couch in the pilot's lounge. "Well, okay. Whatever, if they managed to talk you into it." The two of them were allowed in the lounge now since they were Flight Officers-no longer Flight Cadets as of yesterday, having graduated the Academy after three long, grueling months of being put through sim run after sim run, and tests written and practical and live-fire.
They were going to be assigned to squadrons soon. Everything was going to start, and...
Here, Tsuka'da was saying he was dropping out. That just wasn't fair, all that just to switch. Fujigaya frowned.
"You could totally join Commandos with me, you know," Tsuka'da said, preempting whatever Fujigaya'd wanted to say. "Your ground skills are as good as mine and stuff."
Fujigaya grinned. "Half my ground skills are better than yours."
"Are not!" Tsuka'da laughed. "We're equal in hand-to-hand, and I'm stronger."
"But I can take you in speed and stealth." Tone cocky, Fujigaya's expression was nevertheless sober. "Or I could. But I want to fly. Sorry."
"Okay," Tsuka'da said simply.
Fujigaya stared at the plain white bulkhead ceiling. It wasn't that he'd be left friendless without Tsuka'da or anything; he was just as close to some of the others in their training group and was going to make eleven more comrades as soon as he got his squadron assignment...
But still.
"You better not get rusty," Fujigaya said. "Or there won't be any fun in beating you anymore."
Tsuka'da laughed. "Me and my squad will be able to give you and yours a run for your money no matter what division we're in, Tais'ke. No fear."
Lieutenant Kyohei Iida
Kiffar male from Kiffu
His father and grandfather were Kiffu Guardians, as law enforcement on Kiffu, and a prison guard on Kiffex respectively. 8D (His grandfather was killed by one of the insane Anzati way back, ahaha.) As such, in that tradition, Iida's flight suit/armor is black instead of the standard orange -- it's his own gear, which he prefers because:
About one in a hundred Kiffar have the ability to read the memories of inanimate objects by touch (psychometry). This includes corpses, though it is not normal for a Kiffar to be able to read the living-yeah. :3 It's a rather useless ability for a starfighter pilot (and it's not very strong in him anyway, relatively speaking). He doesn't advertise the fact he has it.
The tattoos are clan markings that all Kiffar are given when young. Um. Generally, Iida's kind of reserved but a nice guy, amicable. Tends to get teased by his (few) friends. Very much a wingman pilot, and has been Yokoo's wingmate since Academy days. Not much else to say about him, except that he'll drop out of the squadron and go back to law enforcement on Kiffar eventually. IF HE DOESN'T DIE FIRST. ♥ Has two younger brothers.
Lieutenant/XO Wataru Yokoo
Male something from somewhere. :|
I'm joking. xD; Actually, no I'm not. :| It's possible that nobody knows what Yokoo is. He grew up with a bunch of unclean guys on a smuggler/pirate ship and acquired a poison tongue (some say it is actually forked!) and fetish for antiseptics. He jokes about being part Sullustan, part Verpine, part human, part confusion. He's on the very skinny side for a stock human, and there are rumours of him having a sub-dermal exoskeleton structure as opposed to regular flesh and bone. >:D (God knows who started those.) Eyes, hawk-grade and also good in the dark. :3 Regardless, has Sullustan aptitude for commerce/trade and navigation, and a head for numbers.
Is thus the squadron's Executive Officer (XO): the go-to guy for supplies, requisitions, etc. >:3 Has a knack for knowing where to get things; also has black market contacts from his teen pirate days. 8D (This did cause some conflict between him and Iida initially.) Keeps his inventory lists anally organised, may the Force help anyone who messes with them. Is one of the squadron's more senior pilots in more ways than one. Does not fight hand-to-hand. Eats a lot, with no apparent discrimination. /random
let's get along.
(back near the start)
Slowly, at the small room's only holonet terminal, Iida typed in his net access code.
[ PENDING VOCAL CONFIRMATION... ] the screen prompted.
"Flight Officer Kyohei Iida," he said.
[ ACCEPTED ]
With the same laid back air, he brought up a recorder and fiddled with its settings for a while.
"Man, you handle that thing slow," came a laugh from the bed behind him. Yokoo.
Iida looked over his shoulder. Who else, really. His wingmate was lounging, watching him with a lack of propriety. Iida smiled, shrugging. "I'm not in a hurry, so..." He turned back to the terminal. "You don't need to use it, do you?"
"It's not the refresher or anything," Yokoo said. "What's the message for?"
"Home," Iida told him.
"Ah. There." A measure of silence held, and Iida briefly thought about what to say before Yokoo spoke again: "Do all you Kiffar have those...?"
Turning back around, Iida noted Yokoo's gesture, obviously indicating the tattoos on Iida's face. He said, "Clan markers, yes."
"They're different, then?"
Iida went back to his message. "My clan's red. There are other colours. Pattern indicates maternal lineage."
"Interesting," Yokoo said. "See, why don't you tell me these things? I tell you about me all the time."
Iida shrugged. "I don't think it's too interesting, is all. But you can ask all you want after this." He waved at the terminal, activating its recording function and adjusting its focus.
Yokoo fell silent.
"Hi, Dad," Iida gave a lopsided smile. "Still alive. You and the boys? Tell Ryohei he'd better be keeping my room clean." Pause. "Billet's clean here. Thanks to Wataru. He's my wingmate, roommate." Pause. "He... um," used to be a pirate like the kind you and grandpa locked up on Kiffex, but... "He doesn't snore at least." (Yokoo snerked.) "You probably wouldn't think much of him--" ("Hey!") "--but mom'd like him." With another smile, Iida shrugged. "Tell her I still miss her cooking. Wataru's is okay." ("Hey!") "Ah. And before either of you ask, I trust him and we get along fine." Pause. "I guess that's all. See you next week."
With another wave, Iida ended the message and had it sent. It would go through security before making it out to Kiffu so his father probably wouldn't get it for another day or two, but that was okay.
As he shut down the terminal, Yokoo deadpanned, "So you lie to your parents often?"
Iida shook his head. "You don't snore, do you?"
Yokoo rolled his eyes, a motion of his brow Iida had learned to catch. "No, but..."
"Hm. I'm not sure what you're talking about." With a smile, Iida flicked the lights out and climbed up to his bunk in the dark. "Good night."
Yokoo huffed, rolling over. "Kyohei, my cooking's good."
"Good night, Wataru."
"And you totally like it."
Captain Hiromitsu Kitayama
Mandalorian male from Dantooine
He doesn't actually have the armor, I just wanted to 'shop him with a REALLY BIG-ASS BLASTER. ♥ Anyway, Kitamitsu is a second-generation Mandalorian away from Mandalore. His father was something-or-other and not around; his mother snuck around the galaxy during her heyday but settled on Dantooine. Raised Mitsu on her farm. :3 She taught him all the old stuff though, because it is a strong culture. He identifies as Mandalorian.
Likes flying. A lot. First ship he owned was a gun tug, with which he worked as a small-time hunt saboteur/general transporter for a while until joining the Republic. Rose through the ranks fast, and pipped Fujigaya at the squadron captaincy post (much to Fujigaya's displeasure). Their rivalry is... um. Very existant.
Is alright at hand-to-hand combat, but prefers shooting things; is marksman rated in almost any handheld ranged weapon thanks to a combination of Mandalorian training and, y'know. Being a farmer's boy. Would like to go back to Dantooine to live one day when he retires, because it's peaceful and beautiful there. 8Db Does not send half his paycheck back to his mother every month, because she'd cane him for it. ♥ She's Mandalorian, too. (And has the armor, lulz~)
two swords may sharpen.
(mere months back)
With a steady hand on the flight stick, Kitayama rotated his X-wing on its respulsorlifts and set it down on the hangar floor feather-light. While the little snubfighter was much easier to fly than his old SoroSuub gun tug had ever been, he still took extra care to handle the ship to perfection: it never paid to be sloppy when there was always someone watching. And there were always people. Mechanics. Crewmen. Superior officers. Fellow officers...
Like Iida or Yokoo. Nobody ever said so, but it was clear to see where squadron alliances lay, and those two were more on the side of a certain Echani with whom Kitayama was locked in an eternal game of one-up.
Maybe they hated each other-well, no. They didn't. Kitayama had overheard Yokoo laughingly tell Fujigaya once that hate was very close to love, both emotions strong, especially in warrior cultures. Kitayama supposed it was true, but he and Fujigaya had nothing like that. They disagreed sometimes, their personalities clashed sometimes, but as much as they went head to head in the simulators there was never a doubt that they would always be the first wingpair out of the hangar when the squadron was scrambled; that they would always outfly the rest by kliks.
And then, when danger was through with them and they were all home safe, they would mutually stay out of each other's way. Fujigaya would go hang out with Yokoo and Iida as usual, messing with the junior Flight Officers and Ensigns, and Kitayama would tinker with his snubfighter or take a nap or watch bad holodramas and cry over them in the dark.
Until the day was done, and they went back to the two-man billets they shared. And usually, tired, they fell asleep without a word. Occasionally, they would talk about the squadron, or sometimes, stressed and snide, the game of one-up would flare again. But it wasn't anything like love or hate. It just was.
Stretching his legs out, Kitayama toed his boots off and leaned back into the plush padding of his pilot seat, insulated from the bustle of the hangar outside. Beyond the magcon field, the cold blue rock of Arycomb VII's only moon curved into the horizon and beyond that, the planet herself rotated in peaceful silence.
Beyond that lay an endless vista of stars.
...they're a contrast to ABC I guess. *____*; In my head anyway. Ah well.
SOURCES:
1. Cloak pic from Dragonfly Costume Designs.
Taipi head from Ebikisu First Con pamphlet, scanned by shatteredtenshi.
2. Boba Fett pic from Sideshow Forums.
Kitamitsu head from con papas, scanned by rakiu_desu.
3. Yokoo head from Ebikisu 1st Con J-web photosets, scanned by shatteredtenshi.
4. Pilot!Luke pic from The Padawan's Guide.
Iida head from Juniors Calendar 06-07, scanned by k8rgy.
Tattoos modified from Opengraphicdesign.com's tribal art vectors.