Name: Cotelin, Jac (Cô-tel´-in)

Rank: Admiral

Position: Flight Officer of the Emperor's Hammer Strike Force

Scandoc Transmission Code: RA JACtRip@aol.com or megabyte@iac.net

Sex (M/F): Male

Race: Human

Date of Birth: Unknown

Place of Birth (Please include homeworld): Born on an unidentified CRS

Marital Status: Single

Family: Foster family- General Jon Cotelin (deceased), Erine Cotelin (deceased), Commander Ray Cotelin.

Social Status: Wealthy

Significant Events of Childhood and Adolescence: When Jac was one and a half years old his the Corvette he was on was attacked. His parents, who had defected to the rebels, left in an escape pod seconds before their ship was disabled. They had left Jac behind. The search of the ship was conducted by General Jon Cotelin. He and his men disposed of all the remaining passengers but one...Jac. When the child was brought to Cotelin a sympathy arose in him. He took the boy into his own care. He raised him as a Cotelin. Jac grew to be tall and strong. They enrolled him in several schools, in which Jac quickly got himself expelled from. Having grown tired of Jac's misbehavior, Jon put Jac in the Imperial Junior School on Coruscant. There Jac was given more advanced courses. Some he took were computers, message dycrypting, weaponry, code cracking, and Tie piloting. When Jac left the school he was tougher than before, but at a mature state. A few weeks after that he attended his brother's promotion to Commander. There he was introduced to Vice Admiral Zaarin and Captain Linville (who was Zaarin's advisor). He witnessed the assassination of Linville by a Bounty Hunter.

Months later Jac attended the Imperial Pilot Academy. Since he had already taken many of the courses he excelled to the top of his class. His roomate, Kyyle Eara, was also very skilled. They grew to be good friends. Jac took Kyyle home with him at break, but Kyyle did not return to the academy. He said "I am not going to go through that much trouble to die in some skirmish. I grew up a nobody, I've lived a nobody, but I'm not going to die a nobody." Jac went back to the academy and graduated still at the top of his class, and took an assignment on the ISD Glory.

Significant events of Adulthood: Under command of Admiral Zaarin, Jac quickly gained in rank. In a few months he was promoted to commander. At his promotion ceremony, Darth Vader himself showed up. Afterwards Vader came up to him and gave him a new assignment. He was to track down as many Bounty Hunters as he could and hire them for the Empire. He personally found 3 or 4 Bounty Hunters, but was suprised when he found his old friend Kyyle Eara with one. Jac brought Kyyle back to the Devastator where he was hired as a hunter. Over the next few months Jac was transfered over and over until he came to the ISD Avenger and the Emperor's Hammer. Jac was put into Beta squadron. He had difficulties with his commander though. Dorja, Beta's commander, would not speak to Jac. After a month of this Jac went to the newly promoted Grand Admiral Ronin. Ronin personally transfered Dorja off the Avenger and promoted Jac into Dorja's former position. Jac spent a long while as commander, but the fleet was growing, and soon the Avenger could not hold all of the pilots, so it was re-christened as the Super Star Destroyer Avenger. As men and cargo were being transfered to the SSD, Jac received word that his parents' corvette had been attacked by a Rebel named Dacian, and that his father had been killed. He attended the funeral, and came up with a plan for revenge. He called his plan the Dacian Downfall. Jac recieved the Medal of Tactics for this along with four green hammers. Unfortunately, Dacian had not been working alone and his allies had found the spot where the new Avenger was sitting. Jac also planned this battle. It was called Interception. He recieved another three green hammers for this. As Jac returned from battle he heard news that there were to be many promotions in the next few weeks. One of those promotions was his. He was promoted to Rear Admiral, and Commodore of the SSD.

Jac stayed in that position for many months. He soon grew tired of the life, and began thinking of retirement. Unbeknownst to Jac, the GA had been thinking of another expansion. In this expansion Jac became the first Security Officer of the EH, and was awarded the Bronze Star. As SEC Jac did little work. Running around and arresting people wasn't terribly hard. His job did get fairly interesting when He was put in charge of the Bounty Hunters Guild, and got to work with his friend Kyyle Eara again. But Kyyle's death made Jac sink even lower. He found refuge in writing. Many stories were pounded out by him, but he showed them to no one. He figured no one cared to see his work in the first place.

Jac stayed in that position, and began devoting his time to other things. One of those was the Dark Brotherhood. He became a protector in that group. After another month he was approched by Fleet Admiral Pyr who offered him a High position within the DB. Pyr resigned 3 days later.

Jac used Pyr's resignation to put more activity in his life. He applied for Pyr's old position, and became the Hammer's sixth Flight Officer. This is Jac's current position. It consumes much more of his time. I quote Jac "The job is a b*tch, but I welcome the work.."

Alignment and Attitude: Jac has always been a loner...a "I'll do it myself" type of guy. He also tries to take his time. Unless you give him a timeframe it might take a while (hint...hint...).

Former Occupation: None

Tragedies: Deaths...Father's, best friend's... Original parents abandoned Jac at 1 1/2 years

Hobbies: Computers, knives, writing, reading, art.

Phobias and Allergies: Liphacaphobia (the fear of being chased by Timber Wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newely waxed floor).

Personal views of the Empire: With the Emperor gone we need strong leaders to take us to victory...That is why we (the Emperor's Hammer) are here.

Reason for joining the Emperor's Hammer Elite Strike Force: To find freinds and a sense of belonging...

I hereby confirm that the above information is legitimate and accurate to

the best of my knowledge.

Battle Group II will be holding a contest every month. It is similar to Admiral Talon's contest, where you fly combat chamber missions. This is ONLY OPEN to Battle Group II. For those who don't know what ships are in BG-2, they are the ISD's Relentless and Challenge, VSD's Ravager and Stalwart, M/FRG's Invader and Fogger, M/INT Harpax II, and M/CRV Phantom. I will pick an EH-made mission every month, and it is to be played for the contest. Please send your score on the mission to me at ralph@spectra.net. A person can only win once. Once someone wins, they are entered into the BG-2 contest

championship, which will include all the winners of the previous contests. They will all fly a mission. The person with the highest score will recieve a promotion in position and commendation as best pilot in BG-2 of all time!

Thanks,

BGCOM/VA Katarn/BG-2/ISD Chall [SITH] [GUARD] MoT-2gh

Sade Viris had been a small-time smuggler before joining up with the Emperor's Hammer. Little stuff: a gun here, a few drugs there, maybe a slave over there -- nothing to write home about. But he had never killed a man.

However, now Viris was in the sparse cockpit of a TIE Advanced on training maneuvers and he had forgotten the name of the instructor whose harsh voice was chastising him. The grating tone of the nameless tyrant was suddenly cut off as the authoritative mission control took over the channel.

"Attention all members of Zeta Squadron! Rebel raiders have been sighted in your quadrant! This is not a drill. Repeat: this is not a drill."

Annoyed by the interruption to his tirade, the nameless flight leader's voice blared over the cockpit's speakers: "You heard him, boys! Let's go kick some Rebel gat!" the instructor was obviously invoking his native dialect. A stream of orders flowed into the cockpit, but Viris ignored them as he targeted a Rebel Y-Wing and flew towards it.

The Y-Wing's twin engines presented an easy target to Viris and he fired off a round at the pulsing cylinders. A direct hit: the Y-Wing's shields were down to 50%. A few more shots and the craft would be finished. Without warning Viris's ship crashed into the Y-Wing with a wrenching scream of metal -- he had been traveling too fast. Luckily the damage done to his own vessel was minimal but the Rebel's shields were down a bit more.

Constantly adjusting his speed this time, Viris swooped in for the kill. A few short bursts of green laser ended the Y-Wing's existence. Viris let out a whoop of excitement, but as he glided past the wreckage of the Y, his eyes took in the horrifying spectacle of a decapitated head, shaded blue in the vacuum of space. A look of pure terror invaded the dead pilot's wide eyes, and blood flowed freely from the nose. The open mouth, also streaming blood, seemed to cry, "You! You did this, you heartless bastard! You killed me!"

Suffice it to say, TIE cockpits are not built for vomiting.

* * *

The Office of the Fleet Commander was a spartan chamber, with a few obligatory commendations adorning its dark walls. The Fleet Commander of the Emperor's Hammer Strike Fleet, a certain Grand Admiral Stephan Ronin, sat upright behind the large desk that dominated the room. A chime sounded and Ronin absently-mindedly slapped a button on his desk as he scanned one of the numerous reports littering his desk-top.

"One Commander Viris is here to see you, GA. He says it's a... private matter," intoned the voice of Ronin's assistant and bodyguard Vice Admiral Caesar.

Ronin grunted and responded, "Very well, show him in."

Moments later, the main entrance to the office swooshed open and the tall, lean figure of Caesar entered, followed by a shorter, stouter man. Ronin stood, his clean white uniform hanging over powerful pectorals, unadorned by any ornaments aside from golden shoulder guards and the neccessary rank insignia. His square jaw belied his strength and his gray temples demonstrated his wisdom. He was, in short, the picture of authority.

Datapad in hand, Caesar announced the visitor, "Commander Sade Viris, a trainee stationed aboard Daedelus here to see you about..." Caesar trailed off as he gracefully slid from the room.

Smiling, Ronin asked, "So, Commander, what brings you to the dank Office of the Fleet Commander?"

"A personal matter, sir," Viris responded uneasily, forcing the words out. "I had my first taste of combat yesterday and I.... cracked."

Ronin nodded knowingly; this was not the first time a squeamish pilot had come to see him. "Well, this is more a matter for the Training Officer, but no sense in you wasting your visit here. Have a seat," Ronin gestured to an empty chair in front of his volumnious desk as he himself sat.

As Ronin began his speech, he fixed Viris with a fatherly gaze and began to speak in a slightly condescending tone, "You see, we fight Rebels. Scum. Lowlifes who can't understand authority. They are terrorists and murdurers. You should feel no remorse when you take one out -- you've probably saved the lives of a hundred women and children! This is why there is great honor in even one kill. Truthfully, from death comes life." Ronin continued his pep talk for another ten minutes only to be interupted by another chime.

Ronin punched the same button on his desk and Sector Admiral Adams's face filled the comm screen. Adams was the Executive Officer of the Hammer and was aboard the Relentless having some front line fun, as his smoot smeared face indicated. "Ronin! We need some backup out here. The Rebels had a larger force than expected and --" Adams was cut off as the picture rocked back and forth, evidently because of a Rebel attack on the ISD. Moments later, Adams was talking again, "I need some more men. Send in the Subjugator if possible... I could use the Jedi!" Adams referred to the starship manned entirely by the formidable Dark Jedi.

Envy flashed briefly in Ronin's eyes as he considered the action Adams was seeing, no matter how dangerous. But he responded, "The Subjugator is tied up; I'll send the Monitor over as soon as possible. Ronin out." As he pushed the worn communications button, a thoughful smile played across Ronin's lips. "Why don't you join Adams, Viris? You'll see firsthand some of the monstrosities that the Rebels perform."

And so, Viris was a passenger aboard the Victory Class Destroyer Monitor as it departed to aid the XO of the Hammer.

* * *

The Imperial Class Star Destroyer Relentless was recently put into action by the Hammer, but it had already seen its share of combat. Long dark smears marred the ships massive triangular flanks, and if one looked closely at the shield generators, one would notice a slight discrepancy in the color of the twin spheres that resulted from a perfect replacement not being available when one of the balls had been shot off in a Rebel attack.

Viris, however, had no time to admire the ISD's scars as he climbed into the TIE Interceptor that he was to pilot against the attacking Rebels. Viris was still wheeling from the contrast that the in-battle Relentless presented from the cruising Sovereign he had come from. Aboard the Relentless things were done according to schedule; everything was highly organized. Aboard the Sovereign things were a bit more relaxed, though it was still a tightly run vessel.

As he dropped into combat, Viris noticed the distorted cylinder of the Calamari Cruiser. Veering toward it, the twisted face of the Rebel he had killed acted as interloper in Viris's thoughts. How could Viris live with himself? He had killed an innocent man! But Ronin's words echoed in his mind: from death comes life.

Viris had still been smuggling during the Battle of Endor but almost the entire galaxy had heard how the Super Star Destroyer Executor had been brought down. A single A-Wing, spinning out of control from battle damage, had crashed into the control center of the Executor, causing the large ship to crash into the Death Star and be destroyed. If a tiny A-Wing had taken out a Super Star Destroyer, what could an Interceptor do to a Calamarian ship?

Viris decided to find out as he pushed the throttle forward and headed towards the CRS Prados. Jinking jerkily, Viris dexterously piloted his ship towards the bridge of the larger vessel. He thought he could see the Captain's fishy face twisted in surprise as the Interceptor punched through Prados's hull.

The CRS Prados survived Viris's attack, but was destroyed two months later as it miscalculated a hyperspace jump and smashed into a large asteroid.

(CONTINUED)

GN Lee Erickson held the shuttle in place. Since his recent promotion to general, he had been appointed to CMDR of Kappa squadron. For a moment, he looked over to the left, where he could just make out the image of a small TIE Phantom carrying RA Compton and VA Havok entering hyperspace. Lee didn't have time to congratgulate the FA.

The monstrous SSSD Sovereign was flanked by the smaller, but not less intimidating, SSD Avenger. Escort shuttles leaked out of the Avenger towards the hangar of the SSSD. Lee knew what the shuttles were carrying....the Command Officers. After the E/S were safely aboard, a new ship, flanked by TIE Phantoms, emerged from the hangar of the Avenger. The little fighter was the only in existence, a TIE Protector, the FC's personal fighter. Lee rolled his eyes, his old friend certainly knew how to make an entrance.

After the FC and the CO's were safely on board, an E/S in front of him headed toward the hangar. Lee knew that this was carrying the COM.

Next some more Lambda-class shuttles, like the one Lee was flying, moved into position. They were carrying the WC's.

Finally, his shuttle was granted permission to advance to the hangar. He had volonteered to fly the shuttle since line officers were not allowed honorary shuttle pilots on special occasions. He could hear the other CMDR's talking in the passenger bay, but he quite enjoyed the solitude of space.

As he entered the hangar, transports started to move about in back of him, carrying FM's. He watched silently, wondering which was his squadron.

* * * * * *

Lee started to explore the SSSD in the mid-day. He had just gotton everything into his quarters, which was a relief. He turned a corner. Huge grey cylinders were everywhere, and it sure smelled. Must be the waste tanks, Lee thought. A man jumped from behind a tank.

"Have you seen my wallet?" he asked,"I'm GN Devin, got waste duty."

"Uh, hi." I said. I was SURE to be good aboard this ship!

* * * * * *

LG Lee started to pack his things from his quarters aboard the SSSD. He had been promoted to LG, and WC of Wing-11 on the ISD Relentless.

He cleared some blueprints off his desk, blueprints for new prototype fighters of his own design. He had joined DEC, and was a ship designer.

When he entered the hangar bay, a man asked for his ID line. Just normal procedures, Lee thought.

"WC/LG Lee/Wing XI/ISD Relentless [APP] (BOO-DSRV)

He hopped aboard the shuttle,being flown by an honorary shuttle pilot.

He thought about the glamour of being a WC, and he finally had an excuse to open that bottle of Corellian whiskey!!!!!!!!!!

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OK, here's a little poem I thought of while I was in Bob's Store's about Pre-uhh, Bill.

No offense to you Compton....

Well this is the end of my poem to the Prex, I hope that you enjoy it!

-WC/LG Lee/Wing XI/ISD Relentless [APP] (BOO-DSRV)

-Lee Erickson |:^)