Memories of the Forgotten

[bruinfamer]

The Pegasus launched out of hyperspace on the rim of the Yavin system. Don looked from the bridge as the 4th moon of Yavin slowly revolved around the home planet. "Captain, any readings from the sensors?"

"Yes sir, we got a high energy readout from the home planet, and according to scanners, a ship is just sitting right above the energy signatures."

"What class is it?" asked Marka.

"A Majestic Class Heavy Cruiser, sir. I can have a scout squadron get a better look."

"Do it, tell them to stay sharp, these are enemy territories..." Don said, referring to when a droid fleet attacked his old fleet, the Fourth Fleet, when he was an Admiral in the Republic. So many men had to die, some may still be alive, he hoped, but it was a bad chance.

Meanwhile, in the Pegasus' hangar, a squadron of StealthX Fighters left the hangar, bound for the ship. The Leader of the squadron opened comms with the bridge. "Flight leader, checking in with bridge. Over."

"We hear you loud and clear, flight leader. Stay sharp out there." said the comms officer in a quick response.

Don turned to Wes and Haar, who were standing behind him. "Enjoying the view?" he asked with a small smirk.

[Lord Xion]

Haar stood still and quiet with his hands behind his back, very loosely locked together. He looked down at the floor of the ship noticing how sleek it was. Haar immediatly looked up towards Don after he spoke. He didn't like Yavin IV that much; the planet was never important in anyway to haar. surprisingly this was his first visit, he had only heard a couple of storys about it before.

"just some space schmutz, for me." Haar said in a low toned and quick fashion. He was here for the job and didn't plan on becoming blood brothers with anyone, anytime soon. To his surprise everyone seemed a bit too kind, definatly nicer than he expected any mercenaries to be. He just needed to stay on his toes.

[Gamov]

Wes maintained his posture, his arms crossed as he eyed the green colored moon from the command deck of the Pegasus. Yavin IV. Hot, humid, covered in thick jungles.... What a miserable place. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, his sister was right, he really was cynical. He could find any reason to hate any planet in the known galaxy. Alderaan, too peaceful for their own good. Kamino, too neutral, Tatooine was too sandy.... No matter what world he picked, he had an easily defensible reason to dislike it.

Nodding to Don, Wes answered. "I've hear all sorts of stories about this place when I was a recruit in the Republic Armed Forces.... None of them too pleasant." He said, relaxing his stance as he turned to look Don in the eye. "Luckily, I was never deployed in a front line combat unit."