Recent content by Parker Tam

Maverick kept his mouth closed as the Captain named everyone. He knew he would get to know each person as they went, it was inevitable actually... since they would be working together and living on the same ship, they would have to get to know each other, and more importantly, trust each other...

Parker Tam made his way through the Kuat shipyard and toward his new job. He was mildly surprise at how busy the shipyard was at the moment, but he didn’t let it bother him. If the job was even half as good as he anticipated, then he would be fine. He was being hired to pilot a ship... And that...

Tam looked back at Ner Giza. His mind was racing at all the possibilities on how to breach the front entrance and gain access to the main chamber that held the council. But all of it came from him being in a cockpit and not on the ground. He was about to voice those ideas, but quickly realized...

Tam was slightly taken aback at Ner's comment that had been directed at him. But then he remembered vividly getting berated by Commander Ion after the battle over Nar Shaddaa, for going off on his own and going against orders. The pilot had to admit, that he was in the wrong, and deserved the...

Upon Draykon's alert, Tam looked out the left viewport and saw nothing. He quickly went to the right side and pulled out a pair of macrobinoculars so he could check the area surrounding the train better. He saw exactly what Draykon saw... a whole group of smugglers and their vehicles heading...

Parker Tam trudged through the swamp to what he was told would be the meeting/ staging area for their mission. He was told to meet a Twi'lek named Ner Giza and a Jedi Master who, in all honesty, forgot the name of. He'd never met a Jedi before, and up until a little while ago, he thought they...

Realizing what the Commander meant about regrouping, Tam regretted saying anything over the com... for at least a split second... I’m probably going to get a good talking to when all this is done...He thought. There was now only one bomber left and since he was the closest to it, he figured...

"I do?" Tam laughed. "Well I'd rather not be testing that theory today. Or any day for that matter." He moved to look out of the cave as well. "It seems they are going to continue looking... I don't think our hiding spot will stay hidden much longer. I suggest we find a way out." He looked at...

Tam watched as the man stuck out his hand in friendship. A friend... now that's a rare thing these days... and valuable if it works out properly. So the pilot smiled and shook the Zabrak's hand. "The name's Parker Tam. Captain Tam actually. I'm part of the Alliance." he smiled then remembered...

"Um possibly?" Tam replied. "You don't happen to have another ship handy do you? Mine seems to have gotten broken." He grunted out a laugh. "Totally not my fault if anyone asks." He then realized what he had been asked before and shook his head. "Nope, I'm not an Imp." He then looked at the...

Regroup? Tam knew following orders was expected. But as the Bombers flew even closer to the moon, he had to make a split decision... it could cost him his place in the squadron, but the weight of innocent lives being sniffed out by these things greatly outweighed the thought of being busted by...

Parker Tam stood next to the train’s conductor in the front of the moving metallic snake. The “cockpit” had so many levers and buttons it was hard to keep track of them all... but Tam was a skilled pilot and found it fairly easy to identify what each lever and button did. He was there to help...

Realizing the escorts wouldn’t go very far away from the bombers as they had to protect their charges... Tam got an idea. “Forget the fighters! They are not engaging unless provoked.” Hitting the throttle, his fighter responded and sped up for an attack run on the middle bomber. He had already...

As they came around for another attack run, Tam set his sights on the lead fighter. If he could take that one out, then it would cause the other fighters to have to regroup. Which might give the Green Squadron some extra and much valuable time to pick them apart. Coming close to the leader...

Parker nodded with a chuckle in agreement with Joran’s statement. He took the rifle and sat down next to his friend, then laid the rifle across his lap. “I’m beginning to think I’m not cut out to be a soldier. I’m a terrible shot ya know.” He gave Joran a look of sarcastic unbelief at his own...