Honsou

Lieutenant Colonel Honsou was the squadron commander of Tempest Squadron (2021-06-01 - 2022-08-23) of the ISD-II Challenge.

Now this is the story all about how My life got boost, drifted upside down And I'd like to take a parsec, just chill and rest I'll tell you how I became a pilot in the squad called Tempest

On Core-World Corellia born and raised In the shipyard is where I spent most of my days Loading out, waxing, relaxing all cool And playing pazaak in the mess hall When a couple of Twi's, who we're up to no good Started selling Spice in my neighbourhood I got high one night and not at my best Ended up joining the TIE Corps and Squadron Tempest.

Significant events of childhood: Martial Arts training, Degree in Political & Military History.

Significant events of adulthood: Martial Arts Gold Medalist, Assignment to Tempest Squadron, Becoming BLK_PHNX.

Alignment and attitude: Neutral. Crush my enemies, whatever the cost!

Previous occupations: TIE Corps Cadet Trainee, Corellian shipyard engineer, HoloNet engineer.

Hobbies: Galatic Lore and Military Historical studies.

Iron Storm: A Honsou Story.

Lt Honsou departed the turbo lift, as the doors slid open with their sharp hiss of hydraulics, he straightened and gripped his flight helmet more tightly. As he turned to march down the pristine corridor two other officers saluted him. He returned the salute absently, in truth he had no idea who they were. Lt Honsou had only been assigned to the ISDII Challenge less than a standard month ago and had yet to commit all faces to memory. He continued to march, purposefully towards the flight deck, his thoughts wandered. "loosen your grip on the flight stick and rebalance your shields!" Demanded CPT Warper. Warper was a fairly stout and very accomplished flight instructor at Calida Academy, Cadet Honsou felt that she was probably the most stern training officer he had met; but Damn she was one hell of a pilot. Her grasp on most of the TIE craft being taught here was fantastic, however her skill and ability in a TIE Reaper was unrivalled by the training staff. It was in the Reaper that Honsou felt most at home. There was something about supporting the other pilots in his flight and the transition to in-atmo flight to insert or extract squads of stormtroopers that made the Reaper feel more important to Honsou than a TIE/Ln or TIE/In. He had become accustomed to the TIE/SA for it's similar handling too, but the Reaper would be his true calling. Lt Honsou regained himself as he neared the blast doors to the flight deck. A bustle of activity lay ahead. As he crossed the threshold the truly glorious sound of TIE craft firing up their engines caressed his ears. This was what he lived for! Revelry gripped him again... "Turn that Reaper around RIGHT NOW CADET!" boomed the Commander down the comm feed. "No can do, sir!" came Honsou's reply, through gritted teeth. It was too late, he was committed now ducking and weaving through the oncoming fire from the rebel Nebulon-B frigate. Shields were set to fully front and all additional power was pushed into the Reaper's engines, which roared with barely contained fury. There was no way Honsou was going to abandon the TIE/In evading for their life cut of from the only path back to the ISD. The Neb-B had taken some heavy hits to its shields and they were close to failing. Two thousand meters out the Reaper's targeting system began the lock-on protocols for the ion torpedoes it carried, however firing this far out would just see the torpedo shot down before reaching it's target. His eyes narrowed, Honsou engaged the boost drive that he had been charging all the while with the additional power in the engines. The next fifteen hundred meters passed in a blur, and the ion torpedo was fired a fraction before minimum range was exceeded, a burst from his ion cannons and the shields were down on the Nebulon just before the ion torpedo impacted it's hull. The impact had very little effect, but the true intention soon came clear, the blast of ionised energy coursed across the prow and disabled turrets and systems alike. The Nebulon-B had been de-fanged. Almost too late Honsou cut power to his engines and banked hard. The dead drift took the Reaper a full 180 degrees and positioned his Reaper between the TIE/In and the two Rebel X-Wings trying to target them. Throwing his shields to fully aft Honsou bellowed "Move it pilot, you're clear!". The Interceptor pilot did not need telling twice. His prow angled towards the ISD and they streaked ahead of Honsou's Reaper. Lt Honsou came back to himself as he laid eyes on the Tempestas Ferri, no, his Tempestas Ferri. Honsou smiled to himself. This was his ship, she had been repaired after narrowly making it back last mission and her perfect paint job was carbon scored from the dozens of X- Wing salvos that had grazed or narrowly missed on what seemed to be an eternity, getting back. It happened that despite his disregard for a direct order, the TIE/In pilot was none other than his own training Wing Commander BaaWee and instead of a court martial; Honsou had received a promotion and a place aboard the ISDII Challenge with the famed Tempest Squadron.

A more simple time. Things have changed, the force has shifted. Now is the time of BLK PHNX Rising!!