http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=Jester 2026-04-04T02:09:02Z User contributions MediaWiki 1.43.1 http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Rebel_Squadrons_Infantry_Command&diff=11636 2007-09-03T07:19:29Z

<p>Jester: New page: The Rebel Squadrons Infantry Command (RSIC) was created on 2nd September 2007 by the merger of the old Commando and Jedi Divisions, both of which were in danger of dying out. As part of th...</p> <hr /> <div>The Rebel Squadrons Infantry Command (RSIC) was created on 2nd September 2007 by the merger of the old Commando and Jedi Divisions, both of which were in danger of dying out. As part of the Redemption Fleet, it is currently under the personal command of RFCO Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn until such time as he deems it able to stand on its own.</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Commando_Division&diff=11635 2007-09-03T07:14:17Z

<p>Jester: Replacing page with &#039;Up until the 2nd of September, 2007 this was the home of our Battlefront 2 players. It has since been merged with the Jedi Division to create the Rebel Squadrons Infantry Comma...&#039;</p> <hr /> <div>Up until the 2nd of September, 2007 this was the home of our Battlefront 2 players. It has since been merged with the Jedi Division to create the Rebel Squadrons Infantry Command.</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Jedi_Division&diff=11634 2007-09-03T07:10:44Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>Up until the 2nd of September, 2007 this was the home of our JO and JA players. It has since been merged with the Commando Division to create the Rebel Squadrons Infantry Command.</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Redemption_(ISD)&diff=11478 2007-08-26T05:44:43Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Title|''Redemption''}}<br /> {{Individual_ship_NR|<br /> name=''Redemption''|<br /> image=[[Image:Imperial I-class Star Destroyer.jpg]]|<br /> class=KDY ''Imperial I ''-class Star Destroyer|<br /> modifier=|<br /> sysmods=|<br /> length=1,609 meters|<br /> width=|<br /> height=|<br /> max accel=|<br /> mglt=60 mglt|<br /> max speed=|<br /> engine=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *3 Kuat Drive Yards Destroyer-1 Ion Engines (Main)<br /> *4 Cygnus Spaceworks Gemon-4 Ion Engines (Secondary)|<br /> hyperdrive=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Class 2<br /> *Backup Class 8|<br /> hdsystem=|<br /> poweroutput=|<br /> power=|<br /> shield gen=4800 SBD|<br /> hull=2272 RU|<br /> sensor=|<br /> target=|<br /> navigation=|<br /> avionics=|<br /> countermeasures=|<br /> armament=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *60 Taim &amp; Bak XX-9 Heavy Turbolasers<br /> *60 Borstel NK-7 Ion Cannons<br /> *10 Phylon Q7 Tractor Beam Projectors<br /> *6 Quad Heavy Turbolaser Batteries (ISD-I Deck Guns)<br /> *2 Quad Heavy Ion Cannon Batteries (ISD-I Deck Guns)|<br /> complement=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Starfighters (72)<br /> **[[Dagger Squadron]]<br /> **[[Red Dragon Squadron]]<br /> **[[Marshall Squadron]]<br /> *[[Lambda-class T-4a shuttle|''Lambda''-class shuttle]]s (8)<br /> *[[Delta-class DX-9 stormtrooper transport|''Delta''-class stormtrooper transport]]s (15)<br /> *[[Alpha-class Xg-1 Star Wing|Assault gunboat]]s (5)<br /> *A variable number of [[Skipray Blastboat]]s<br /> *[[Gamma-class assault shuttle|''Gamma''-class assault shuttle]] (1+)<br /> *Repair and recovery vehicles<br /> *[[Theta-class AT-AT barge|''Theta''-class AT-AT barge]]s<br /> *Various other [[landing craft]]<br /> *[[All Terrain Armored Transport|AT-AT]] [[walker]]s (20)<br /> *[[All Terrain Scout Transport|AT-ST walker]]s (30)<br /> *Infantry (9,700)<br /> *[[Prefabricated garrison base]] (1)|<br /> crew=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Crew (37,085)<br /> ** Officers (4,520)<br /> ** Enlisted (32,565)<br /> *** Gunners (275)|<br /> skeleton=5,000|<br /> passengers=1,800|<br /> capacity=36,000 metric tons|<br /> consumables=6 years|<br /> othersystems=HoloNet Transceiver|<br /> role=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Destroyer<br /> *Cruiser<br /> *Carrier<br /> *Battleship|<br /> commission=|<br /> firstsight=|<br /> destroyed=|<br /> retired=|<br /> lastsight=|<br /> battles=|<br /> affiliation=New Republic|<br /> owners=|<br /> namedcrew=|<br /> captains=&lt;br&gt;<br /> * '''''SSF Leader''''': RA [[Michael Raven]]<br /> * '''''Captain''''': Com. [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]]<br /> * '''''First Officer''''': Maj. [[Joshua Mumishi]]|<br /> }}<br /> The '''''Redemption''''' is a Republic Shield KDY [[Imperial I-class Star Destroyer|''Imperial I''-class Star Destroyer]] that is currently assigned to the [[Subterrel Strike Force|Subterrel Strike Force]].<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> [[Image:ISD_Redemption.jpg|thumb|left|400px|The ''Redemption'' in formation with a deep space Imperial Squadron prior to liberation at the hands of the Rebel Squadrons.]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Modifications==<br /> [[Image:Imperial_I-class_Star_Destroyer1.jpg|thumb|left|200px|The ''Redemption'']]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Behind the Scenes==<br /> [[Image:Imperial_I-class_Star_Destroyer2.jpg|thumb|left|200px|The ''Redemption'']]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/oob/shiplist2 RS Order of Battle]<br /> <br /> {{SSF}}<br /> [[Category:Subterrel Strike Force]]<br /> [[Category:Imperial Star Destroyers]]<br /> [[Category:Republic Shield vessels]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=11155 2007-08-05T10:08:15Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=[[Image:wildcard.jpg]]<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=Commodore<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> Commodore '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer. He still considers himself a Wildcard first, foremost and for life, regardless of the current operational status of that unit.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=11154 2007-08-05T10:07:23Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=[[Image:wildcard.jpg]]<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=Commodore<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> Commodore '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer. He still considers himself a WIldcard first, foremost and for life, regardless of the current operational status of that unit.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=11153 2007-08-05T10:01:11Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=[[Image:wildcard.jpg]]<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=Commodore<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> Commodore '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=File:Wildcard.jpg&diff=11152 2007-08-05T09:59:48Z

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Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=11151 2007-08-05T09:59:01Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> image=[[Image:wildcard.jpg]]|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=Commodore<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> Commodore '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Ragnarok_Squadron&diff=11150 2007-08-05T09:47:34Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Organization infobox|<br /> image=[[Image:ragnaroklogo.jpg]]|<br /> name=Ragnarok Squadron|<br /> founder=|<br /> leader=[[Gavin Starseeker]]|<br /> members= <br /> *[[David &quot;Heavy&quot; Pasiechnyk]]<br /> *[[Matt &quot;Stallion&quot; Williams]]<br /> *[[Doth Raandu]]|<br /> headquarters=|<br /> locations=Subterrel Sector|<br /> formed=|<br /> founded=|<br /> reorganized=|<br /> fragmented=|<br /> dissolved=|<br /> restored=|<br /> assigned=''Ad Astra''|<br /> unit=Subterrel Strike Force|<br /> subunits=|<br /> <br /> }}<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> Ragnarok Squadron has had a long and illustrious career as a mainstay of the Renegade Fleet with 13 Top Squad awards, 14 Top Gun awards and 2 Tour championships to it's credit.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Many former RgF CO's have come from Ragnarok including Doth Raandu and Bluejay Farscape, along with such legendary pilots as Han Suul and Xtremegene.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Now, as part of the newly formed VSG, Ragnarok Squadron once again looks to rise to the top.<br /> <br /> ==Rosters==<br /> ===Current Roster===<br /> *Ragnarok CO: GEN [[Harley Quinn]]<br /> *Ragnarok 2: None<br /> *Ragnarok 3: LJG [[Odin Vaaj Bruth`Kothae]]<br /> *Ragnarok 4: LCL [[Triani Sovak]]<br /> *Ragnarok XO: LGN [[Jon Anchorage]] (Semi-LOA)<br /> *Ragnarok 6: COL [[Aidyn Wolfwood]]<br /> *Ragnarok 7: MGN [[Chris Earthkeeper]]<br /> *Ragnarok 8: MGN [[Xtremegene]]<br /> *Ragnarok SO: GEN [[Wes Belden]]<br /> *Ragnarok 10: GEN [[Joshua Hawkins]] <br /> *Ragnarok 11: MAJ [[Gavin Starseeker]] (LOA)<br /> *Ragnarok 12: BGN [[Jairo Pantoja]]<br /> <br /> ===Historic Roster - ===<br /> <br /> ==Ragnarok Squadron Website==<br /> [http://vsg.rebelsquadrons.org/ragnarok http://vsg.rebelsquadrons.org/ragnarok]<br /> <br /> {{VSG}}<br /> [[Category:Squadrons]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=11073 2007-08-02T09:59:43Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=Commodore<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> Commodore '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=10262 2007-07-02T08:59:26Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service. He is currently Redemption Fleet CO and RS Operations Officer.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Redemption_(ISD)&diff=10240 2007-07-01T07:15:38Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{Title|''Redemption''}}<br /> {{Individual_ship_NR|<br /> name=''Redemption''|<br /> image=[[Image:Imperial I-class Star Destroyer.jpg]]|<br /> class=KDY ''Imperial I ''-class Star Destroyer|<br /> modifier=|<br /> sysmods=|<br /> length=1,609 meters|<br /> width=|<br /> height=|<br /> max accel=|<br /> mglt=60 mglt|<br /> max speed=|<br /> engine=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *3 Kuat Drive Yards Destroyer-1 Ion Engines (Main)<br /> *4 Cygnus Spaceworks Gemon-4 Ion Engines (Secondary)|<br /> hyperdrive=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Class 2<br /> *Backup Class 8|<br /> hdsystem=|<br /> poweroutput=|<br /> power=|<br /> shield gen=4800 SBD|<br /> hull=2272 RU|<br /> sensor=|<br /> target=|<br /> navigation=|<br /> avionics=|<br /> countermeasures=|<br /> armament=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *60 Taim &amp; Bak XX-9 Heavy Turbolasers<br /> *60 Borstel NK-7 Ion Cannons<br /> *10 Phylon Q7 Tractor Beam Projectors<br /> *6 Quad Heavy Turbolaser Batteries (ISD-I Deck Guns)<br /> *2 Quad Heavy Ion Cannon Batteries (ISD-I Deck Guns)|<br /> complement=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Starfighters (72)<br /> **[[Dagger Squadron]]<br /> **[[Red Dragon Squadron]]<br /> **[[Marshall Squadron]]<br /> *[[Lambda-class T-4a shuttle|''Lambda''-class shuttle]]s (8)<br /> *[[Delta-class DX-9 stormtrooper transport|''Delta''-class stormtrooper transport]]s (15)<br /> *[[Alpha-class Xg-1 Star Wing|Assault gunboat]]s (5)<br /> *A variable number of [[Skipray Blastboat]]s<br /> *[[Gamma-class assault shuttle|''Gamma''-class assault shuttle]] (1+)<br /> *Repair and recovery vehicles<br /> *[[Theta-class AT-AT barge|''Theta''-class AT-AT barge]]s<br /> *Various other [[landing craft]]<br /> *[[All Terrain Armored Transport|AT-AT]] [[walker]]s (20)<br /> *[[All Terrain Scout Transport|AT-ST walker]]s (30)<br /> *Infantry (9,700)<br /> *[[Prefabricated garrison base]] (1)|<br /> crew=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Crew (37,085)<br /> ** Officers (4,520)<br /> ** Enlisted (32,565)<br /> *** Gunners (275)|<br /> skeleton=5,000|<br /> passengers=1,800|<br /> capacity=36,000 metric tons|<br /> consumables=6 years|<br /> othersystems=HoloNet Transceiver|<br /> role=&lt;br&gt;<br /> *Destroyer<br /> *Cruiser<br /> *Carrier<br /> *Battleship|<br /> commission=|<br /> firstsight=|<br /> destroyed=|<br /> retired=|<br /> lastsight=|<br /> battles=|<br /> affiliation=New Republic|<br /> owners=|<br /> namedcrew=|<br /> captains=&lt;br&gt;<br /> * '''''SSF Leader''''': Com. [[Michael Raven]]<br /> * '''''Captain''''': Gen. [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]]<br /> * '''''First Officer''''': Maj. [[Joshua Mumishi]]<br /> * '''''Human Resources''''': Cmdr. [[REB JAXRA]]|<br /> }}<br /> The '''''Redemption''''' is a Republic Shield KDY [[Imperial I-class Star Destroyer|''Imperial I''-class Star Destroyer]] that is currently assigned to the [[Subterrel Strike Force|Subterrel Strike Force]].<br /> <br /> ==History==<br /> [[Image:ISD_Redemption.jpg|thumb|left|400px|The ''Redemption'' in formation with a deep space Imperial Squadron prior to liberation at the hands of the Rebel Squadrons.]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Modifications==<br /> [[Image:Imperial_I-class_Star_Destroyer1.jpg|thumb|left|200px|The ''Redemption'']]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Behind the Scenes==<br /> [[Image:Imperial_I-class_Star_Destroyer2.jpg|thumb|left|200px|The ''Redemption'']]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/oob/shiplist2 RS Order of Battle]<br /> <br /> {{SSF}}<br /> [[Category:Subterrel Strike Force]]<br /> [[Category:Imperial Star Destroyers]]<br /> [[Category:Republic Shield vessels]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Kaz_Falcion&diff=9173 2007-04-23T09:33:31Z

<p>Jester: /* Current Positions */</p> <hr /> <div>{{quote|Fail.|Kaz Falcion|VSG/RID102 Narrative}}<br /> <br /> <br /> '''Kaz Falcion''' has been a RS member since December of 1996. Since then he's done various things and destroyed various people, but only when they deserved it. He currently resides as the Rebel Squadrons first and only King, ruling with a benevolent yet firm hand over the mysterious and often shadowy Kingdom of Kaz.<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> <br /> == '''Former Positions''' ==<br /> <br /> '''RS'''<br /> <br /> Rebel Squadrons Executive Officer<br /> <br /> Logistics Officer<br /> <br /> '''AF'''<br /> <br /> Member of [[Blood Squad]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Harbinger Squad]] (AF)<br /> <br /> '''RSCD'''<br /> <br /> Rebel Squadrons Commando Division Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> [[Gryphon Commandos]] Executive Officer<br /> <br /> Rebel Squadrons Commando Division Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> [[2nd Platoon]] / [[Knight Company]] Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> [[Recruit Orientation Center]] Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> [[Talon Squad]] CO<br /> <br /> [[Delta Squad]] CO<br /> <br /> Member of Alpha / Dragon Squad<br /> <br /> '''RGF'''<br /> <br /> Member of [[Rum Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Rapier Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Dragon Squadron]] (RGF)<br /> <br /> '''PBF'''<br /> <br /> [[Blue Squadron]] Executive Officer<br /> <br /> Member of [[Silver Squadron]]<br /> <br /> '''R2F'''<br /> <br /> [[Vengeance Wing]] Executive Officer<br /> <br /> [[Tempest Squadron]] Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> Member of [[Horned Owl Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Black Knights Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Hydra Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Phantom Squadron]]<br /> <br /> Member of [[Slayer Squadron]] <br /> <br /> '''IBG'''<br /> <br /> [[Centurion Squadron]] Commanding Officer<br /> <br /> Member of [[Draco Squadron]]<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=High_Command&diff=9172 2007-04-23T09:30:32Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>The Rebel Squadrons '''High Command''' (HC) is the highest authority in the RS. It is a council made up of Voting, Non-Voting, and Honorary members. Voting members are the current [[Fleet]] [[CO]]s and the [[Aldermen]]. Non-Voting members are the Fleet [[XO]]s and Honorary are anyone who the [[RSFC]] or HC decides they want to hear from.<br /> <br /> The current High Command roster is [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/roster/hc.php here].<br /> <br /> * Moderators<br /> ** [[Dave Trebonious-Astoris]], FC<br /> ** [[Michael Raven]], XO<br /> ** [[Joshua Hawkins]], IO&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> * Voting members<br /> ** [[Indiana Bridger]], AF<br /> ** [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]], RF<br /> ** [[Richard Gross]], VF<br /> ** [[Joshua Hawkins]], PBF<br /> ** [[Michael Raven]], ABG<br /> ** [[David &quot;Heavy&quot; Pasiechnyk]], VSG<br /> ** [[Cody Qel-Droma]], Alderman<br /> ** [[Sienn Sconn]], Alderman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> * Non-voting members<br /> ** [[Carlos DeLong]], AF<br /> ** [[Eric Skrevski]], RF<br /> ** [[Abi Ocopaqui]], VF<br /> ** [[Max Cal]], PBF<br /> ** [[Vason Senmic]], ABG<br /> ** [[Galic Mars]], VSG&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;<br /> * Honorary members<br /> ** [[Shikkie Kaaran]], former XO and IO<br /> ** [[Rensal Darklighter]], former R2F CO and current MoJ<br /> ** [[Tyrell &quot;Spokes&quot; Borran]], former PBF CO and FC<br /> ** [[Rahj Tharen]], former FC<br /> ** [[Lamin Zykara]], former CoS<br /> ** [[Matt &quot;Stallion&quot; Williams]], former Academy and RF CO<br /> ** [[Jack Stewart]], former FC<br /> ** [[Castor Efrata-Landis]], former FC<br /> ** [[Gavin Cantorph Kravis]], former FC and current V-MoJ<br /> ** [[Mike MacMan McEwen|Mike &quot;MacMan&quot; McEwen]], former FC and current PBF SO<br /> ** [[Karrade]], former IO<br /> ** [[Super]], former FC</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Redemption_Fleet&diff=9171 2007-04-23T09:12:22Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>'''Redemption Fleet''' houses a large number of units, including:<br /> <br /> * [[Righteous Indignation Division]] - Empire at War<br /> * [[Commando Division]] - Battlefront, Battlefront 2, Republic Commando<br /> * [[Jedi Division]] - Jedi Outcast, Jedi Academy<br /> * [[Zealot Special Operations Unit]] - RS-ITOD Era fiction writing<br /> * [[Vanguard Wing]] - Star Wars Galaxies Player Association<br /> * [[Charybdis Wing]] - Star Wars Radio Drama Production<br /> * [[Hopeless Storyline]] - A group of fictional writers hellbent on creating a Star Wars side story of epic satirical and comedic proportions.<br /> <br /> == Command Staff ==<br /> * CO: [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]]<br /> * XO: <br /> * SO:<br /> <br /> == Redemption Fleet's Ancestry ==<br /> RF is one of the oldest fleets in the Rebel Squadrons. It was founded by [[FC]] [[Super]] in 1996 to serve as the Fleet Commander's personal fleet. It was designed from the start as a &quot;miscellaneous&quot; fleet. For all of its history it has been the home of RS groups and divisions that do not belong in any other fleet. Redemption is a home for ideas, big and small, and all new ideas begin here.<br /> <br /> [http://rf.rebelsquadrons.org/ Redemption Fleet's Website]<br /> <br /> {{Fleets}}</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Strategic_and_Tactical_Command&diff=9170 2007-04-23T08:49:51Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>'''Strategic and Tactical Command''' (STC) is the RS home of real-time strategy (RTS) games, not including [[Empire at War]], which is in [[Righteous Indignation Division]].<br /> <br /> It's current status in the Rebel Squadrons is a wing in [[Redemption Fleet]]. Games previously supported include [[Force Commander]] and [[Rebellion]]. Currently the STC supports [[Galactic Battlegrounds]], a game based on the Age of Empires II:Age of Kings game engine.<br /> <br /> Rumors have it that it may be disbanded soon by the [[RF]] command staff.<br /> <br /> <br /> CPT. Kane Redron took command and is putting everything he has to keep it alive...He will surely make ITODs pretty soon for GB and will make it become back active.<br /> <br /> As of 3.30am EST, Monday 23rd April 2007, the STC is officially dissolved by RFCO General Harley Quinn. May it rest in peace.</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=9162 2007-04-22T09:07:10Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])(twice)<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=9161 2007-04-22T09:06:29Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Redemption Fleet CO}}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Redemption Fleet]] CO<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] 5 ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Redemption_Fleet&diff=9160 2007-04-22T09:04:46Z

<p>Jester: /* Command Staff */</p> <hr /> <div>'''Redemption Fleet''' houses a large number of units, including:<br /> <br /> * [[Righteous Indignation Division]]<br /> * [[Ghost Squadron]]<br /> * [[Commando Division]]<br /> * [[Jedi Division]]<br /> * [[Strategic and Tactical Command]]<br /> * [[StarCraft Assault Warfare Team]]<br /> * [[Hopeless Storyline]] - A group of fictional writers hellbent on creating a Star Wars side story of epic satirical and comedic proportions.<br /> <br /> == Command Staff ==<br /> * CO: [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]]<br /> * XO: <br /> * SO:<br /> <br /> == Redemption Fleet's Ancestry ==<br /> RF is one of the oldest fleets in the Rebel Squadrons. It was founded by [[FC]] [[Super]] in 1996 to serve as the Fleet Commander's personal fleet. It was designed from the start as a &quot;miscellaneous&quot; fleet. For all of its history it has been the home of RS groups and divisions that do not belong in any other fleet. Redemption is a home for ideas, big and small, and all new ideas begin here.<br /> <br /> [http://rf.rebelsquadrons.org/ Redemption Fleet's Website]<br /> <br /> {{Fleets}}</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=9067 2007-04-06T09:33:26Z

<p>Jester: /* Real Life */</p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Ragnarok CO, Task Force Shochu CO<br /> }}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php New World Order].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] CO ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=9066 2007-04-06T09:32:20Z

<p>Jester: /* Real Life */</p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Ragnarok CO, Task Force Shochu CO<br /> }}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [http://www.newworldorder-clan.co.uk/news.php [NWO]].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] CO ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=9065 2007-04-06T09:28:08Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10GrS#10:10:12|10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=RS Operations Officer, Ragnarok CO, Task Force Shochu CO<br /> }}<br /> General '''Harley Quinn''', affectionately known by his callsign &quot;Jester&quot;, is an important member of the RS that has held many positions in his long tenure in the service.<br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> == Real Life ==<br /> Back in the real world, Harley Quinn is really an 30-something slave trader from Auckland, New Zealand. A dedicated husband and father of 3, he also enjoys playing Squash and belongs to the Dawn of War clan [NWO].<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> *Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> *Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> *Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> *Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> *RS Operations Officer<br /> *[[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> *[[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> *[[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> *[[Ragnarok]] CO ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> *[[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Operations_Office&diff=8980 2007-03-30T23:46:01Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>The '''Operations Office''' is tasked with supervising the RS' presence in multiplayer competitions as well as keeping track of participation in said competitions.<br /> <br /> * Operations Officer: GEN [[Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn]]<br /> * Assistant Op. Off.: VA [[Tyrell &quot;Spokes&quot; Borran]]<br /> * Assistant Op. Off.: BGN [[Eric Skrevski]]<br /> * Assistant Op. Off.: LCM [[Luren &quot;DaLe&quot; Ketan]]<br /> * Assistant Op. Off.: MGN [[Jon Anchorage]]<br /> <br /> === Outer Rim War III ===<br /> <br /> [[Outer Rim War III]] is up and running. Some teething problems that have come to light during the first two weeks of competition are being addressed, including reporting games directly on the ORW site, real time standings and tweaks to the ORW bot. Many thanks to Orv of the [[DJB]] and Fel of the GE for their work on the coding side.<br /> * TFA has joined the ORW3 and we are awaiting answers from TRA, RIS and DS.<br /> <br /> NB: The Outer RIm War has now finished. Work has now started on a new Internal MP competition involving the VSG, RID and CD.<br /> <br /> ===Primary New Project===<br /> * The OO's new focus will be on a new MP competition for the RS members to participate in as a replacement for the overall disappointing ORW. This is envisioned to take the form of a map based campaign with group leaders moving units and troops around the galaxy, much like a massive version of the campaign mode in EAW. This idea is currently only in it's most primative planning stage.<br /> <br /> <br /> === Other Possible Projects ===<br /> * For every major MP game we play, make a list of the clubs that also play that game (e.g. in WoWs and Ecliptical Realms), along with their characteristics, skills, and a contact person<br /> * Actually join as many clubs as possible to see how they work; make friends with as many people in other clubs as you can<br /> * Keep the [http://oo.rebelsquadrons.org/calendar.php calendar] updated - it really only takes 10 minutes or less a week<br /> * Move ERC to the bottom of the [http://oo.rebelsquadrons.org/ main page], and make their link be from [http://www.archive.org/index.php archive.org] - the current site is down (well, they probably disbanded)<br /> <br /> * [http://oo.rebelsquadrons.org/ website]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=7897 2007-02-03T04:26:55Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>{{New Republic character infobox|<br /> |name=Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> |image=[[Image:xxxxxxxx]]<br /> |homeworld=Coruscant<br /> |birth=[[10:10:12]] (33 years old)<br /> |death=<br /> |family=<br /> |species=Human<br /> |gender=Male<br /> |height=2.03 metres<br /> |weight=125 kilograms<br /> |hair=Brown<br /> |eyes=One Brown, one mechanical (Red)<br /> |features= Left half of face covered by plasteel half-mask, covering severe scarring<br /> |era=<br /> |affiliation=New Republic<br /> |associations=<br /> |ranks=General<br /> |titles=<br /> }}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> == Fictional History ==<br /> <br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> <br /> Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> <br /> Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> <br /> [[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> <br /> [[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> <br /> [[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> <br /> [[Ragnarok]] CO ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> <br /> [[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=7895 2007-02-03T04:09:28Z

<p>Jester: /* Fictional History */</p> <hr /> <div>== Fictional History ==<br /> <br /> Coruscant was a dump. Boring, and cold and sterile. At least thats what I thought. Most tourists you saw wandering around oohed and aahhed at the deep, man-made canyons and the buildings that scraped the stars. But I was born and raised there, and at 15 I was as jaded as the come.<br /> <br /> My only enjoyment came from code-slicing. I sliced anything I could find, from personnel records to shipping manifests. Nothing malicious, just enough for them to know someone had been there. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I was good, good enough to help my father at the Flight-Sim constuction plant he worked at on the border of Invisec.<br /> <br /> Dad did low level sim programming, pretty regulation stuff, but he let me help out whenever I was there, which as it turned out was quite a bit. In between periods of helping my old man, I usually wandered the factory floor, talking to the various beings that I had made friends with. They were good people and I hated the way they were treated by some of the human supervisors at the plant. Treated as though they were inferior, not as good as humans, somehow less intelligent just because they weren't human.<br /> <br /> My father felt the same way I did and I guess thats what got him in trouble in the end.<br /> I got home on afternoon to find stormtroopers crawling all over our building. I didn't know what was going on, but if the stormies were here, it had to be something big. When I got to my floor I saw the stormtroopers hauling my parents away in binders. I wanted to help, to jump in and make them stop, but my father saw me before the troopers did and gave me a little shake of his head. He knew what I was thinking and knew that it would do no good. So I ducked back around the corner before the stormies could spot me.<br /> <br /> That was the last time I saw my parents. I went and hid in Invisec with some freinds I had made at the plant and proceeded to slice every file I could find to discover what had happened to my parents. I eventually learned that they had been executed for having &quot;suspected rebel leanings&quot; whatever the hell that meant. I also found out that my fathers supervisor at the plant had turned them in. My parents had never hurt anyone, my fathers only crime seemed to have been caring about the aliens that had worked under him. In that moment I realised that the Empire was truely evil. To execute a man for caring about others was just wrong and I had to make them pay. <br /> <br /> I started with the man directly responsible, my fathers supervisor. It was easy to slice into his personal log and add a few lines that made him out to be the rebel sympathiser, that he turned my father in because dad was about to expose him. I followed this with a anonymous tip-off to the police and that was that. He was carted off in binders, just like my parents and, just like my parents, he was executed. It didn't bring my parents back, but it made me feel a damn sight better. <br /> <br /> After that I was hooked. Burning the imperial regime became my obsession. Terrorist slicing became my job, my life. I sliced shipping manifests so that the food and medicine they were carrying got delivered to Invisec, where it was really needed. I sliced flight plans for imperial transports so that they ended up crashing into the planetary shield and I sliced personnel files resulting in the execution of a half dozen or so middle level imperial officials.<br /> <br /> I always figured I would get caught eventually, so the mid-night knock on my door on night came as no surprise. What was a surprise however, was the fact that it wasn't the Imps at my door, but two men in civvies who bundled me into a groundcar and drove me deeper into Invisec than even I had been. On the way they told me how they found me, how long it had taken them and who they worked for. They were Rebel Intelligence and they were offering me a job. Which I took. After all, if I wanted to do the most damage to the Imps the Rebellion was the place to be. So they shipped me off planet and had me slicing code looking for all sorts of irregularities in accounts and project budgets.<br /> <br /> Important work to be sure, but it wasn't the sort of direct action I wanted to take. I wanted to be in the middle of it, making the imps pay by my own actions. So I transfered to the Rebel Squadrons, learned to fly, and how to kill a man with my bare hands. I'm sticking it to the imps big time now and I guess i'm happy. But I still miss my parents, and I still wonder occassionally, about what might have been. <br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> <br /> Former member of [[Wildcard Squadron]] ([[PBF]] and [[IBG]] incarnations).<br /> <br /> Former member of [[Hellfire Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Slayer Squadron]] (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of the [[RSSTC]] ([[RF]])<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Ragnarok Squadron]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> Former CO of [[Scorpion Wing]] ([[RgF]])<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> <br /> [[Green]] 2 ([[PBF]]) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> <br /> [[Cronos Platoon]] 11 ([[RF]]) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> <br /> [[Eclipse]] 4 ([[RF]]) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> <br /> [[Ragnarok]] CO ([[VSG]]) - XvT and XWA<br /> <br /> [[Task Force Shochu]] CO ([[RID]]) - EAW<br /> <br /> ==External Links==<br /> <br /> * [http://www.rebelsquadrons.org/profiles/392 Profile]<br /> <br /> [[Category:People]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Green_Squadron&diff=7228 2007-01-16T08:41:17Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>Green Squadron is a historic (but of course still active) unit of [[Hope Wing]] of the [[Patriot Battle Fleet]]. The tradition of naming squadrons after colors stretches back to ''A New Hope''.<br /> <br /> ==Roster==<br /> <br /> As of November 24th, 2006:<br /> <br /> &lt;pre&gt;<br /> CO: FA Dave Trebonious-Astoris<br /> 2: GEN Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn<br /> 3: RA Sentry<br /> 4: ADM Indiana Bridger<br /> 5: COL Eric Skrevski<br /> 6: COL Ste T<br /> 7: MAJ Galactic Angel<br /> 8: 1LT Hernan10<br /> 9: ADM Castor Efrata-Landis<br /> 10:<br /> 11: <br /> 12: <br /> &lt;/pre&gt;<br /> <br /> {{PBF}}<br /> [[Category:Squadrons]]</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Harley_%22Jester%22_Quinn&diff=7186 2007-01-13T11:07:10Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>== Fictional History ==<br /> <br /> Born 10:10:12, to a low-level family on Coruscant, Harley Quinn went on the run from the imperial authorities at the age of 15 after his parents were arrested by Stormtroopers for &quot;anti-imperial activities&quot;.They were never seen again.<br /> <br /> Quinn headed into the lower levels of Coruscant, and ended up in Invisec, where his father used to work as a low level flight-sim programmer and took refuge among the beings he had befriended at his fathers factory. The computer skills he has learnt playing around with old simulators stood him in good stead as he hacked imperial databases causing supply transports to be diverted to Invisec, low level imperial officials to be executed and ships to crash into the planetary shield.<br /> <br /> One year befoe the battle of Yavin, Quinn was approached by members of the Rebel Alliance Intelligence who put him to work slicing Imperial files for a more &quot;productive&quot; end. After the battle of Endor, Quinn applied for and was accepted to starfighter training and deployed with the Rebel Squadrons.<br /> <br /> ----<br /> <br /> <br /> == Former Positions ==<br /> <br /> Former member of Wildcard Squadron (PBF and IBG incarnations).<br /> <br /> Former member of Hellfire Squadron (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of Slayer Squadron (R2F)<br /> <br /> Former CO of the RSSTC (RF)<br /> <br /> Former CO of Ragnarok Squadron (RgF)<br /> <br /> Former CO of Scorpion Wing (RgF)<br /> <br /> == Current Positions ==<br /> <br /> Green 2 (PBF) - X-wing and Tie Fighter<br /> <br /> Cronos Platoon 11 (RF) - Battlefront 1 and 2<br /> <br /> Eclipse 4 (RF) - Galactic Battlegrounds<br /> <br /> Ragnarok CO (VSG) - XvT and XWA<br /> <br /> Task Force Shochu CO (RID) - EAW</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Vaughan/Calendar_template_2&diff=7184 2007-01-13T09:30:37Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>__NOTOC__<br /> {{title|Year ??GrS}}<br /> {| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 1'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 1'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 2'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H1<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 3'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |-<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 2'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 4'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 5'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H2<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 6'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 3'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 7'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 8'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H3<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 9'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 10'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Overview==<br /> Relevant notes go here.<br /> <br /> ==Month Example==<br /> ===Date Example===</div>

Jester http://wiki.rebelsquadrons.org/mediawiki-1.43.1/index.php?title=Vaughan/Calendar_template_2&diff=7183 2007-01-13T09:27:58Z

<p>Jester: </p> <hr /> <div>__NOTOC__<br /> {{title|Year 10GrS}}<br /> {| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 1'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 1'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 2'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H1<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 3'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |-<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 2'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 4'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 5'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H2<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 6'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Festival Week 3'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 7'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 8'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| <br /> |- <br /> | H3<br /> |colspan=&quot;4&quot;|<br /> |}<br /> <br /> ::::::::::::::::::::::::{| {{prettytable}} align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;<br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 9'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | 12<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |- <br /> |colspan=&quot;5&quot;| '''Month 10'''<br /> |- <br /> | 1<br /> | 2<br /> | 3<br /> | 4<br /> | 5<br /> |- <br /> | 6<br /> | 7<br /> | 8<br /> | 9<br /> | 10<br /> |- <br /> | 11<br /> | '''[[10GrS#10:10:12|12]]'''<br /> | 13<br /> | 14<br /> | 15<br /> |- <br /> | 16<br /> | 17<br /> | 18<br /> | 19<br /> | 20<br /> |- <br /> | 21<br /> | 22<br /> | 23<br /> | 24<br /> | 25<br /> |-<br /> | 26<br /> | 27<br /> | 28<br /> | 29<br /> | 30<br /> |-<br /> | 31<br /> | 32<br /> | 33<br /> | 34<br /> | 35<br /> |}<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ==Overview==<br /> Relevant notes go here.<br /> <br /> ==10:10==<br /> ===10:10:12===<br /> *General Harley &quot;Jester&quot; Quinn, born on Coruscant.</div>

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