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  1. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Allegiance

    Fress felt powerful shudders from within the cockpit of her fighter. They were kidding about hitting the Cruiser with everything they had. She listened to the line as Stakes ordered the squadron leaders to take off after cruiser. That was her cue. "Guardian Leader to control, permission to lift off?"

    "Permission granted, Guardian Leader. Good luck."

    "Thanks," Fress lifted the X-wing as she signaled for Josch to follow her. Josch lifted his fighter off the deck and followed her out of the hangar. Lasso, hang on we're bringing you an escort now. She glanced over and noticed twelve TIEs breaking off from the main fight and headed planet side. She pushed her X-wing to where she was picking up the Crusaders signature. She flew beside him as she signalled Siera and Josch to follow her. "Mac, Rogue, Phoenix, fall into formation with Scorch and me. We have some of our own to go save, we can't let those TIEs reach the surface."

    Fress pushed her X-wing in the lead as Siera, Phoenix, and Josch fell behind her. "Scorch, follow me," she ordered as she pushed her X-wing towards Port Haven where the fighting was the lightest and where she witnessed the TIEs disappearing. "We have to go help them."

    Fress pushed the X-wing with everything she could get out of the engines, she had a feeling they had to play catch up with those TIEs. If Stakes hadn't ordered the Alpha strike, she could have gotten off the cruiser sooner. She prayed they weren't too late. She entered the atmosphere as she spotted the TIEs on her scanners, not too much further from their position. "Looks like they're going for the Eastern coast, that's most likely where our people are. Closing in on the first TIE in twenty seconds, get ready to start dusting their tails," she flipped the switch and locked her S-foils into attack position as she counted down the seconds. "Saber, keep the scanners peeled for the Luck's Gamble."

    Fress placed her finger over the firing button as they quickly closed the gap on the TIE fighters. Ten seconds. She could sense Jason's signature as they closed in on the distance of where the TIEs were headed. She frowned as she sensed another strong presence in the Force headed towards Jason. It wasn't Vader's signature, it felt different like another girl. She frowned wondering who this Force user was. She would worry about that later. They were definitely headed in the right direction. Five seconds.

    @Bardan_Jusik, @CPL_Macja, @Bravo, @Coffee_Ninja
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  2. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Commodore Norris, Pit Lieutenant Joel, the Cimmerian Vindicator-class heavy cruiser.
    Location: Port Haven orbit


    The Cimmerian took what the Allegiance and House of Vimal had to give, and LAUGHED!

    This was no callow interdictor with much of her power drained to service the four gravity well projectors, this was a Vindicator-class heavy cruiser, designed, operated, and customised to flourish in the absence of an Imperial Star Destroyer.

    You think the Emperor’s Hand selected her as her command ship because the name made her sound like a popular brand of croissants?

    Her captain, Norris, had had augmented weapons and shields added to her hardpoints.

    She was tougher than your average bear.

    Her forward and ventral shields flared white with hits from the Allegiance’ long range batteries, which then seemed to fall silent as the huge Jod warship closed.

    Tactical cautiously reported to Norris that the Jod ship's arrival appeared to be forming an obtuse triangle around them.
    The House of Vimal was the only destroyer exchange fire with the Imperial vessel, but its' firepower had started to wane following the missile hit. A line of Cimmerian’s light turbolasers continued to pour a steady spray of lime plasma fire into the smaller craft.

    “Large enemy battlecruiser closing fast. Entering third first defense zone.”

    You know what,” Norris mused aloud pinching his chin between thumb and forefinger, “I don’t fancy being at the centre of that formation, when those other two get their act together. Helm, evasive action. Try to put one of those destroyers between us and the big fella.

    “As ordered.”

    “We may not have time!”

    The view out of the bridge windows was that of the visible warships ascending compared to themselves, as Cimmerian ponderously dove out of the fire trap, their own manoeuvrability as compromised as the Jods’ by proximity to the planet.

    “They are turning to force a collision, Sir. Entering second defense zone. First!”

    Proximity Alarm klaxons blared but turned out to be premature, as the mega-finned, dark-red cruiser barely steered aside, passing so close that one of Cimmerian’s block-shaped heavy turbolaser batteries physically gouged deep into the other’s port shields, rupturing Allegiance’s Bow Deck before the Jod ship’s passage tore it from its swivel mount, in turn causing the Vindicator to suffer atmospheric decompression of its own.

    The detached turbolaser continued to roll between the two vessels, kneaded by their shielded hulls like a chef’s hands preparing a dumpling.

    The ships parted, the distance increasing between them as Allegiance pounded at Cimmerian’s un-armed rear.

    What’s our status?” Norris demanded loudly over the crackle of sparks showering over his men and their consoles from ruptured ceiling tiles, while what illumination there was flickered fitfully, whether glowrods, repeater screens, or whatever.

    “Unknown, Commodore.” Pit Lieutenant Joel shouted back from the pits, using both hands to wedge himself into place. “Sensors are re-calibrating. I do know we have several hull breaches. I’m guessing that internal comms are still being jammed; our damage control parties are being remarkably reticent.”

    Norris appreciated the younger man’s humour in this time of near crisis.

    The ship shuddered again, this time from incessant impacts somewhere behind the bridge.

    A pair of TIE fighters came into view over the ventral hull, blasting green bolts over the bridge. One collided with a missile coming in the opposite direction, instantly blossoming into a short-lived fireball.

    Gunnery, I want all emplacements to intensify firepower! Our survival might depend on it. Helm, move us…” The Commodore wanted to say to move away from Port Haven, but that would be to abandon the blockade.

    Tag: @Allegiance, @Snap Dragon




    IC: Captain Yavscout “Surefall Lead, Safety”

    Yav didn’t know if someone aboard the Kingdom of Jod shuttle, the Trixie Belle had kicked over someone’s sand castle, but it was all his flight could do, paired with the yellow Eta-2 escort fighter, to keep TIEs off her choob as she fought for altitude.

    Surefall Flight from Trixie Belle. We’ve picked up a new group of signals.” His comm-board squawked.

    If it’s TIEs, just say its frakking TIEs!” he snapped irritably, as another Imperial fighter got a couple of free shots on the rescue craft before he could chase it away.

    Alright, it’s TIEs. Full squadron coming from magnetic north.

    Copy.

    To the elf's dismay, the Nu-class shuttle pilot turned out to be a chatty drokker, piping up again with the results of his sight-seeing while Yav struggled to remember Jason Lasso's Merc callsign.

    It was nothing semantically similar, like lariat, or liqui-cable. Wasn't it something to do with damp terrain? He tried to visualise a pair of wellies stuck in grey-green muck. Peat? Bog?

    Surefall Lead from Trixie Belle; hey, I'm reading a Sentinel-class carrying a tank!

    And I'm reading Fly Fishing by J R Hartley!” Yav retorted harshly. Unless he was flying under the thing, and its grip on the tank looked dodgy, why tell him? What did he care? “This is not a frakkin' school trip; limit the chitchat to matters pertinent to the Lasso mission. How about that? Surefall Lead out.

    Skimming low over the tree tops, the elf switched over his comlink to general Merc frequencies. He had remembered the guy's callsign.
    Quagmire, Quicksand, something beginning with Q...Quality Street, whatever from Safety, do you copy, over?

    Tag: @Lasso, @Firecracker, @Taab
    Last edited by Sith-I-5, Sep 26, 2013
  3. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Jensen Visak
    Location: Hanger of the DD

    "Three somethings." Williams clarified. "The ‘Delinquent is an interdictor. The only way we can effectively act as a backstop is to turn on the gravity well generators, and use them to pull those Imps out of hyperspace before they can reach the Port Haven blockade."

    “Hold on wait.” The Corellian put up a palm, “You are saying three ImpStars are about to drop out of lightspeed on top of us?”

    Emperor's black bones, three Imperial Star Destroyers against an Interdictor and some fighters. This is crazy! Jensen had never had the pleasure, when he was an Imperial cadet, or horror, during his time in the outer rim, of seeing an Imperial Star Destroyer up close and in person. But he had trained in simulators where he had launched from one and seen how massive and awe inspiring they could be. At over 1600 meters in length, bristling with over sixty turbolasers and close to that number of ion cannons, one of them could slag a planet if they wished. And we have three of them jumping right on top of us. Well Rex, I said it be intresting.

    Wolf raised an eyebrow in Williams direction as he felt his heat drop. "They're walking into a trap. Better to learn to work the gravity wells and fast. If the Destroyers get the drop on our forces near Port Haven, not many will be walking away," he said with a frown as he silently cursed the House of Vimal for jumping in blindly. "Too bad we don't have any one on those destroyers. I remember one time, Skywalker rescued Amidala on Grievous's flagship and manually handwired the hyperspace coordinates to crash into the moon. The commando droids never knew what hit them. That was quite the show." Wolf turned towards Jensen and gestured him to follow him to the turrets. "Let's get you set up,"he walked towards the turbo lift that would take them to the turrets.

    Part 1 of 2

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  4. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    Part 2 of 2

    As Wolf and Jensen approched the door at the rear of the hanger he saw a woman with long black hair, wearing what looked like animal print pajamas. Turning his head, eyes following the woman, he flashed her a smile that he had been told was quite fetching. "Hello, beautiful." Before he could say much more, he saw that Wolf was almost to the turbolift. Shrugging his shoulders at fate's bad timing he let out a small laugh, "Maybe next time."

    Jogging to catch up to Wolf, Jensen asked, "So do you think we have a chance to make it out of here alive? If three ImpStars jump right on top of us, this Interdictor isnt going to last long." Looking back to the woman who he passed. "Also, do you happen to know her name?"

    Tag: @Sith-I-5 @Falcon others
  5. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent

    So do you think we have a chance to make it out of here alive? If three ImpStars jump right on top of us, this Interdictor isnt going to last long." Looking back to the woman who he passed. "Also, do you happen to know her name?"

    Wolf glanced back at Aurora and frowned. He shook his head sadly. "I hope we get out of here alive. As for her name, it's Aurora. She just came out of a relationship last week. Supposed it went too quickly between Mac and her. She is back on the market," he said with a small wink. He stepped onto the turbo lift and hit the top floor where the cannons were. "You coming?"

    IC: Fress Colias
    Port Haven's atmosphere

    Fress frowned as she heard Safety call out to Lasso. She knew there would be no response due to keeping com silence. She aimed her lasers at the TIE she finally caught up with and unleashed a volley of lasers. She hit directly in the cockpit causing the TIE to plumet to the ground in a ball of flames. One down, eleven to go. She wasted no time taking out the next two before the squadron realized they were there. There that just evened the odds a bit. "Firecracker to Safety, his call sign is Quagmire and he is most likely keeping com silence. We're gaining on those TIEs headed in your direction. I've already taken out three."

    IC: Thomas Rompkins
    Snap Dragon

    Tom watched as the Allegiance took a nice big chunk out of the Victorian Class Destroyer. "Long range batteries, fire at the engines."

    Tom felt the ship buck a little as all the batteries opened up all at once. If this doesn't do that destroyer in, he didn't know what would.

    @Sith-I-5, @SWBob
  6. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Lieutenant Zotoman, Technician Flavin, Private Philippa, Delicate Delinquent bridge.
    Location: Whendyll System outskirts


    Normally mild-mannered, Zotoman was glowering now.

    There were very few things that set him off, but dereliction of duty was a serious bugbear.
    One of the Mercs, Aurora Cradmoon, and that guard from the King-class battleship, Sword of Justice, Corporal Loretta, had been bedding down in that Theta-class AT-AT barge parked in their TIE hangar, and had apparently slept through the alert klaxons.

    The Merc, according to her story, had been restless, headed to the barge’ cabin, and noticed ships missing from the other hangar, and called in to find out what was going on.

    He’d torn a verbal strip off the girl and sent her to refuel the starfighters in the main hangar. He was pretty pleased with himself for denying her permission to change out of her PJs, but it wasn't enough to cheer him.

    Zotoman was still glowering while he waited to hear from both the impromptu working group of Royal Engineers and Merc techs he had assigned to work on the double problem of how to augment their shield strength, and consider Captain Stakes' idea of using the gravity well to pull an SD into an ocean; and the SGIS assault transport, Mako, which had volunteered to work out the optimum coordinates to interdict craft jumping in from Ord Carfre, which was where House of Royal Intelligence had painted those ImpStars.

    Both groups had only been working on their separate problems for a few standard minutes, so answers would not be forthcoming that quickly.

    Enemy contact!” Philippa called behind him. “Long range. One thousand, twelve kilometres. Scans as Imperial Nebulon-B escort frigate, Tango.

    Flavin looked around from the Helm Station. “That’s the one that fired upon us earlier.

    No Star Destroyers?

    Negative, Lieutenant. At least, not yet.

    Delicate Delinquent from One-Tango-Thirteen. Do you want us to go check it out?

    Stand by, Thirteen.” Flavin acknowledged. He looked back at the lieutenant, awaiting orders.

    Zotoman nodded in approval. It was an unfortunate coincidence, both a friendly vessel, and an Imp frigate having ‘Tango’ in the name. Best to call the SGIS transport, ‘Thirteen’. “Have Thirteen hold till the frigate starts to advance.

    Copy.” Flavin re-opened the channel. “Thirteen from 'Delinquent. Hold here unless the frigate starts to advance.

    Understood.” The gravelly, breathy Mon Calamari voice responded calmly, though Zotoman heard the tension in it.

    Helm, try to keep the frigate covered with the gravity projector while maintaining our distance. Sensors, do a sweep. I don’t want ImpStars getting through while we are distracted by the Neb’.” The lieutenant had not yet sat in the command chair, despite being left in charge.

    He leaned over the armrest, and activated the armrest comlink, to give him access to the ship’s Public Address speakers. “This is the bridge. The ship is now on Condition One alert. An Imperial Neb-B has jumped into our gravity field. She is maintaining distance at over a thousand klicks. As yet, no sign of Imperial Star Destroyers. Our job is to keep any Imperial reinforcements busy while the Mercs on the planet are extracted. I trust you will do your duty. Bridge out.

    Philippa had an update for him as soon as he straightened beside the empty command chair. “That flight of Blastboats are moving to engage the frigate. The X-Wings and ARC squadrons are holding position.

    Understood.” Zotoman knew that they would have a tough time standing up to the frigate. The longer it stayed over there, the better he felt about it. “Technician Flavin?

    Boss?

    Update Allegiance.

    Copy.

    Sensor sweep complete. Apart from the Neb', clear on hostiles.

    Flavin opened up a channel to the King II-class battleship further into the system. “Allegiance from Delicate Delinquent. Be advised that Imperial Nebulon-B escort frigate has jumped into our gravity well projection. It is holding position at long range. No sign yet of any Star Destroyers. 'Delinquent out.

    Tag: @Eleventh Hour, @Allegiance, @Jensen, @Kilo




    IC: Captain Yavscout, Mary Formal, ARC-170, and Nu-class rescue shuttle, Trixie Belle, respectively
    Location: Port Haven


    Yav had started to be distracted by streaks of laser fire skimming too close to the canopy and fuselage of his borrowed ARC-170, and looked over his right shoulder to see if he could discern anything, but all he could see was the nose of his Jod wingman.

    An engine on Surefall Two’s craft glowed momentarily as it took a hit.

    Two, get ahead of me, and turn to point oh-seven. I’ll cover you.” He ordered.

    I’m supposed to be covering you, Sir.

    Just do it.” Yav adjusted his controls, preparing to cut his speed to fall behind the TIE that had hit his wingman, while also being careful to not drop altitude into the trees flashing by under him.

    Firecracker to Safety, his call sign is Quagmire and he is most likely keeping com silence. We're gaining on those TIEs headed in your direction. I've already taken out three.

    That cheered the elf up. She had taken most of the TIEs during the earlier battles around the April Dancer too. “Firecracker from Safety. Copy. Normally I would say, leave me some, but this shuttle I’m escorting is a fragging danger magnet.

    To his right, the other ARC-170 pulled ahead, and Yav decelerated, quickly seeing the wall-like hexagonal solar fin and ball cockpit of a passing TIE.

    He stitched laser bolts into the unshielded hull, pulling up to evade as much of the ensuing fireball as he could. He banked the fighter into a split-s manoeuvre, so that he could rejoin the shuttle that he had taken responsibility for, as quickly as possible.

    Two, you are all clear…well, apart from the remaining five TIEs, plus the nine Firecracker has not killed yet.” He thumbed his comlink dial back to the Merc freq’. “Firecracker, keep up the good work. Safety out.

    The urge to ask if she could spare any assets was overwhelming, but the orders had been clear. Lasso's extraction was the top priority.


    * * * *
    The Trixie Belle

    One hand wrapped tightly into a fabric handhold above her bench, Mary swung on it, away from the bench as the craft lurched one way, and smacked into the wall as it jigged the other way.

    Looking towards the pilot did not help either; all she could see beyond his silhouetted head was either the jungle or the sky wheeling past.

    This could definitely put one off flying, she thought.

    Pilot!” She bellowed forwards, past Salmakk’s face, “Do you even know where you are going?

    “Of course I do.” He called back, loudly, but calm with it, “But the bad guys seem to know too, and keep cutting us off.”

    The cabin shook again as they took another hit.

    "There are too many TIEs! They are swarming the area, which is strange; you'd think they would be out over the water where the Lasso signal came from." The pilot paused, then, "If we are facing this much opposition, makes you wonder what the rest are dealing with."

    Tag: @Salmakk Neot[/b]
    Last edited by Sith-I-5, Sep 28, 2013
  7. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Jensen Visak
    Location: Turbolift of DD

    Wolf shook his head a look of sadness in his eyes, and said "I hope we get out of here alive. As for her name, it's Aurora. She just came out of a relationship last week. Supposed it went too quickly between Mac and her. She is back on the market," Jensen cursed sighlently to himself. "I swear that every single female i meet in this outfit is either taken or just out of a relationship. And as inticing as it may be, I dont date women just out of relationships. Not anymore at least. Ask me sometime about the Arkanian with a pet vornskr." Jensen shivered as he remembered the experience, interupted only by the voice coming from the speakers in turbolift roof.

    This is the bridge. The ship is now on Condition One alert. An Imperial Neb-B has jumped into our gravity field. She is maintaining distance at over a thousand klicks. As yet, no sign of Imperial Star Destroyers. Our job is to keep any Imperial reinforcements busy while the Mercs on the planet are extracted. I trust you will do your duty. Bridge out.

    Jensen looked to Wolf, "Well it looks like its starting. Make me wonder where those Star Destroyers are though. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

    Tag: @Falcon
  8. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Commander Phoomi, Imperial Nebulon-B escort frigate, Tango
    Location: Whendyll System outskirts

    Phoomi blinked out the bridge windows, expecting the reflected light from the planet to shine into her command deck, but instead, the blackness of space, a distant ball of light in the far distance the system primary.

    "Where is the planet? Where is the blockade?" She demanded from her chair, leaning forwards with her elbows digging into her thighs.

    This situation distracted her from the argument with Admiral Thaw, after he had tried to re-assign her to ambulance duty, taking the injured to the medical complex on Phaeda.

    She wasn't in the habit of arguing with senior flag officers, but she had 900 people aboard this ship; she was not leaving their fate in the hands of another.

    "Captain, we were brought out of hyperspace early. Interdictor field." ComScan informed. "We are still at the outskirts of the Whendyll System."

    "Didn't the April Dancer get destroyed?" She asked, thinking of the Immobiliser 418 cruiser that had done that to them last time.

    "Affirmative. There was another Interdictor, not in our hands. Perhaps they got their gravity wells working."

    "Commander, we have ships coming in. Scanning a Skipray Blastboats. Six of them."

    "Shields at full. Gunners, destroy at range."

    "Aye, sir."

    The powerful turbolaser at the lower-most point of the Tango's bow, opened up first, drawing first blood by hitting one of the attackers head on, scattering it in glowing pieces in across the ether.

    Other of the Taim & Bak XI7 emplacements opened up too, and while some shots connected with the enemy ships, all the remaining five survived to split around the frigate.

    Tag: no-one
  9. Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of the EUC, SWC and Spinoffs

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Dec 14, 2009
    star 10
    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Rendezvous Point, Port Haven

    When the Luck's Gamble showed up and the sub surfaced, Taab immediately set about to work. Securing the line that would raise the armored vehicle up out of the submersible and up towards the patrol craft was a job that had to be done right. Any mistake and the tank would fall, either into the ocean where it would sink and drag the Mercs down with it, or back into the sub where fatal damage could sink both vessels, seagoing and terrestrial.

    Fortunately the job was not a difficult one, and with them being thus far immune from enemy attack he was able to devote all his focus to the task at hand. It was quickly accomplished and soon enough the command vehicle was secured to the Luck's Gamble, ready to be lifted and secured by the ship's underside clamps. With the extra weight it wouldn't be able to maneuver worth a damn, especially in the atmosphere, but the Skipper felt it was worth it to hold onto the captured vehicle. Hopefully friendly fighters would be able to keep the Imps off their tails. If not Taab had no compunction about dropping the heavy armored vehicle in order to lighten their load and effect their escape.

    Hand shakes were exchanged as Hallomar's men started back down the hatch into the sub. They were staying. Too bad, they were good in a fight and would have made excellent additions to Taab's security staff. He shrugged, he would have to make do with what he already had. The tank started to raise up now, and was clamped onto the underside of the Luck's gamble without incident and the Mercs clamored aboard their patrol craft.

    "Chief, man the guns. Just in case. We'll remain comm silence until we're in a safer position."

    "Roger that," Taab nodded to the Skipper and took to the co-pilot/gunner's station, ensuring the weapons were charged and ready. Then he voiced her concern to Lasso. "With that bantha strapped to our shebs (backside) we are going to have a hard time maneuvering. I'm good, but if they find us keeping the Imps off of us won't be easy. I would feel a whole lot better once we're under friendly escort."

    TAG: @Bravo




    IC: Atin Taab
    Crusader, impatient and ready to go.

    Atin rapped his armored fingers against the Crusader's control yoke. This was taking too long and he didn't like it one bit. He noted an encrypted message coming in from Firecracker's droid, but an internal comm from Jeth grabbed his attention. "Kid, I'm pulling rank here. we go in 60 seconds unless that politician coddling human gets her S-foils in gear."* Atin smiled behind his T-Visor. As he commed back. "Yes sir." emphasizing the honorific. He was sure his grin could be "heard" over the line. Atin didn't much like being called kid by the Arkanian, but he liked the cantankerous attitude. It reminded him of his buir (father). "60 seconds....mark," and a countdown began to scroll through his HUD.

    Bringing the engines from standby to ready he now looked at the message he had received from the droid. "Mercs frequency has been compromised. Wait for my signal and don't do anything brash. Stakes plans an alpha strike meaning, everything the cruisers have will be firing at the blockade. To go now, we will only get in the way and risk being shot down by friendly fire. We only have one shot at this to get planet side, let's make it count."

    Get in the way? It sounded like the perfect cover for them, and something the Imperials probably wouldn't expect. He shook his head to himself. He would go in....49 seconds, as Major Jeth had ordered, if she failed to follow him, well that was on her.

    Other orders also came through from Firecracker, but Atin ignored them as his eyes watched the countdown. At 13 seconds though he heard what he wanted to hear. "Permission granted, Guardian Leader. Good luck." There would be no need to launch alone then. He lifted the Crusader off of her landing struts and followed the X-Wings out of the hanger bay. "Let's get some" he signaled down to Jeth, but the lower quad bay was now silent. Atin still couldn't get a handle on just what the Arkanian was all about. For now he guessed it didn't matter, so long as he fought.

    Atin brought the upper quads online and actiavted their droid brain. "Roger, roger," he heard through the headset as he set them to fire only on craft squawking Imperial IFF codes. There was going to be a lot of activity out there, he wanted to avoid a blue on blue scenario.

    "Scorch, follow me," came from Firecracker now, as she pursed a squadron of standard TIEs down into the atmosphere. He pushed the throttle forward and took up a position off of her right wing, and slightly low. They closed the gap rapidly on the nimble craft who didn't appear to know they were behind them. Firecracker quickly dispatched three of them and soon Atin's upper Quad was firing too as the TIE's scattered. The droid brain managed to turn one to ash, while Jeth in the lower mount picked up a quick pair. Things were going well when Atin heard something he had hoped he wouldn't in his buy'ce (helmet).

    "Die Jedi dogs!" erupted from the upper quad mount as the VULTURE droid brain picked up a pair of Eta-2 interceptors farther out on the horizon. They were clearly squawking friendly IFF codes, but the primitive droid brain didn't care. Something had been hard wired into them back when they had been manufactured. Something that no amount of modification by Atin and his buir had been able to erase. It was an extreme hatred and need to destroy Eta-2s any time the droid brains encountered the old Jedi fighters.

    An arc of red cannon bolts shot out towards the distant fighters. "Faster, faster, engage, engage," came from the droid as Atin muttered out a low curse. He should have seen this coming, he knew that Eta-2s were on the TOE (Table of Organization and Equipment) for the King's Navy, he had seen them on deck earlier. But in his eagerness to get under way he had forgotten about the droid's tendency to engage them at all costs. He rapidly shut down the upper mount's droid, hoping that no damage had been done, and slaved it to fire forward only, under the control of his own trigger.

    "Shab," he cursed again, and then pressed his attack on the TIEs.

    TAG: @Falcon, @CPL_Macja

    OOC: *Used with permission of @Mitth_Fisto

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  10. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent

    "I swear that every single female i meet in this outfit is either taken or just out of a relationship. And as inticing as it may be, I dont date women just out of relationships. Not anymore at least. Ask me sometime about the Arkanian with a pet vornskr."

    Wolf smiled tightly as the turbo lift shot up. He overheard this man hit on Fress earlier. He's lucky he didn't try that move in a bar. He would be walking away without the family jewels.

    "Well it looks like its starting. Make me wonder where those Star Destroyers are though. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

    "I'm sure they're on their way, give them two minutes," Wolf answered as the turbo lifts doors opened. He headed towards the cannon that Mac was manning earlier before he left to help Fress. "Here is where you will be stationed for the time being. Just a bit of advice. Don't hit on Kasha in a bar. You may end up losing your family jewels before you reach the exit."

    @SWBob

    IC: Fress Colias
    Port Haven chasing down TIEs.

    Fress glanced off to the side as she caught sight of fighters she hadn't since the Clone Wars. She used to fly one of those during her time in the military. "Jedi Star fighters," she muttered over the comlink with longing in her voice. It's been too long she thought. The good old days before the Empire. If she knew the JOD had a couple she would've asked if she could fly one during the battle. She noticed they were casting friendly IFF codes. She swung her fighter around and dropped neatly behind the TIE that was still determined to reach the surface and dispatched him with three quick calculated bursts, she caught the wing of the TIE on his left causing the TIE to swirl off to the right taking out his right wing. Eight down, four to go and that was not including the other five headed towards Safety. Without warning the Crusader began firing at the Eta-2s causing her to frown. "Scorch, this maybe just a guess, do you have Vulture droid brains manning your one cannon?"


    @Bardan_Jusik
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  11. kommando104 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Apr 27, 2013
    star 1
    IC: Cain Varss
    Skies of Port Haven, near Trixie Belle

    Before he knew it, the rest of the Guardians had come into atmo and started carving up the TIEs that were angling in on Burn Notice and her escorts. On the other hand, Safety and his two wingmen had decided to go defend Trixie Belle along with two Eta-2’s that were buzzing around the shuttle.

    Simple numbers indicated that Firecracker could use Cain in the fight with her group, but the desperate chatter over comms from Safety indicated he could be of more use there, and he was close to Trixie Belle anyway. Also, the fact that Burn Notice had a more robust escort prompted Cain to nose his fighter toward Trixie Belle’s ascent into space and hopefully safety.

    Two, you are all clear…well, apart from the remaining five TIEs, plus the nine Firecracker has not killed yet.

    Cain angled the ARC-170 in behind a pursuing TIE Fighter. The TIE was about to get on Safety’s six o’clock, but before the pilot could, Cain jammed his index finger into the trigger as the targeting computer went green. Bolts of plasma leapt from the two cannons on his wings and four bolts found their mark, two of which hit the ball cockpit dead on causing a fireball to erupt in the upper atmosphere.

    “Cochise on your six Safety. Mark it four TIEs left. Let’s get this shuttle in the clear so we can head back planet side.”

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    ----

    IC: Salmakk Neot
    Inside Trixie Belle

    With all the commotion inside the cabin, Salmakk wondered if he should have just stayed planet side, but the memory of the troopers and the hovertanks quickly made him appreciate his situation more. At least he was less likely to know they were about to die and he reassured himself that there was little he could do even if he knew they were on the brink of death. It was an odd sort of calm that befell the Mon Cal.

    He heard Mary and the pilot have a short exchange.

    "If we are facing this much opposition, makes you wonder what the rest are dealing with."

    If this Lasso person has more to deal with than we do, he must be important. More important than we are anyway. If we could take some heat off of them...

    “Maybe we could devise some sort of diversion. If, when we were close to the safety of a hanger, ‘accidentally’ put out on an unsecured frequency that this Lasso person was onboard this shuttle, then perhaps it would buy some time to actually rescue this Lasso person.”

    Were Salmakk one to remark on his own doubts and fears, he would have said he thought this move could seriously endanger his own life as well as the rest of the shuttle and their escorts, but Mary and Salmakk clearly weren’t the priority for whoever these people were that picked them up. On the contrary, from what Salmakk could gather, the objective was Lasso, and he guessed that this force would remain until Lasso was secured. In other words, furthering the main objective would further his own interest in getting the hell out of the Whendyll System alive sooner. Or at least he hoped.


    “Just a thought,” he said, then looked over to Mary and winked.

    TAG: @Sith-I-5
  12. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, over Port Haven


    "Commander?" Stakes asked the all too predictable question as he eyed the Imperial Heavy cruiser as the Allegaince started as quick as a turn as she could manage to re-engage.

    "Vindicator-class Heavy Cruiser Cimmerian,. shields have been upgraded significantly and weapons added to hard-points," the Commander replied, reading the data sheet from sensors on his holo-projector, "Commanding Officer, Commodore Norris. Last posting was Coruscant, several days ago. She's been assigned on a special mission under orders from the Imperial Palace to Port Haven."

    "He's a fighter," Stakes admitted, adding, "He's maneuvering to put one of the Lights between us and him. He plans on staying to fight. Have sensors keep a eye out on the other Vindicator-class Heavy Cruiser around the planet's South Pole. If Commander Norris makes a statement, his other ship commanders will follow. He's a fighter and soldiers follow fighters. With that said, there's no point in asking him to surrender," Stakes said as he focused out the bridge windows as Commander Norris' Heavy Cruiser came back into view, "Helm, intercept speed. Gunnery, fire at will. Missiles, I want everything you got. All fire, focus on where her reactor should be and where the bridge is at. I want us to punch through and destroy her. Inform all fighters to focus on the reactor area and bridge as well. This is the death blow. Gunnery, how long until our long range batteries are in range?"

    "Thirty seconds, Captain," replied the bold gunnery officer.

    "Communications," Stakes said, "Send a warning to the Cimmerian: order the Imperial blockade to leave the planet or the Cimmerian and all escape pods will be destroyed."

    "Escape pods, Captain?" The Commander asked.

    "Soldiers deserve soldiers, [1]" Stakes quoted, adding depth to the cruelty of war, adding, "Send it now, Communications. That's an order. Give them thirty seconds to comply. Gunnery and starfighters, hold fire until we have an answer."


    TAG @Sith-I-5
    OOG: I forgot to reference a quote I used from Solomon Kane (film, 2009), where I referenced (I think) one of my NPCs saying he'd never felt more at home then at battle.

    For the above [1] quote reference, it is from Soldier (Film, 1998).
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  13. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Jason Lasso
    Cockpit, Luck's Gamble (Sentinel-class Landing Craft), Port Haven Skies, Port Haven


    "Roger that," Taab nodded to the Skipper and took to the co-pilot/gunner's station, ensuring the weapons were charged and ready. Then he voiced her concern to Lasso. "With that bantha strapped to our shebs (backside) we are going to have a hard time maneuvering. I'm good, but if they find us keeping the Imps off of us won't be easy. I would feel a whole lot better once we're under friendly escort."

    "Noted, Chief," Lasso said, "Just keep us flying. If we have to ditch tank, then we will. But I would like the extra firepower. It's your call if we dump the tank or not."

    Suddenly the comm came alive; Lasso set it to scan all Merc and Jod frequencies.

    Quagmire, Quicksand, something beginning with Q...Quality Street, whatever from Safety, do you copy, over?

    Firecracker to Safety, his call sign is Quagmire and he is most likely keeping com silence. We're gaining on those TIEs headed in your direction. I've already taken out three.

    Firecracker from Safety. Copy. Normally I would say, leave me some, but this shuttle I’m escorting is a fragging danger magnet.

    Two, you are all clear…well, apart from the remaining five TIEs, plus the nine Firecracker has not killed yet.” He thumbed his comlink dial back to the Merc freq’. “Firecracker, keep up the good work. Safety out.

    Lasso broke comm silence with a quick comm reply he hoped no Imperial tech would be paying attention to, especially with the sensors coming alive with TIEs inbound; Lasso covered the comm and looked back to Taab, "TIEs inbound," then uncovered the comm and said,"Flying tanks, who would of thought?" The simple, quick reply, Lasso hoped would alert the right people and keep the wrong people away. But those TIEs looked increasingly unfriendly coming their way.


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  14. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Maximus MacArthur
    Port Haven beach landing


    Maximus picked himself up off the sand, coming to his knees. His ears rang and everything seemed to go in muted slow motion. He could see the screaming faces, the intense blaster fire, the burning fighter tank that had been beside, and the two approaching Imperial Juggernauts, those blasted white armored stormtroopers once again leading the charge as Imperial Army Troopers flooded from all sides to join the two Juggernaunts' counter attack---Juggernaunts' rockets flew ahead, explosions everywhere around the Jod. A fellow SCA Trooper was yelling at him from a one kneeling position, putting a hand on his shoulder. Maximus couldn't hear anything, just his mouth moving. Then, coming up from the depths of a sea dive, sound roared back louder and louder.

    "Captain!" The trooper said again, "Are you---"

    The SCA Trooper's reply was cut show as a nearby explosion shot debris the soldier's way and his head was sliced unneatly in half, leaving a jagged landscape of helmet, face, and bone in its wake, the spray of blood preceding the explosion not withstanding. The trooper fell down from his kneeling position into the sand, his hand sliding off of Maximus' shoulder.

    "Command," Maximus managed into his comlink finally, "Immediate assistance needed. We are being counter attacked and overwhelmed. How do you copy. over?"

    Maximus looked around and said to his nearest officers and NCOs, "Covering fire! Fall back to the beach ridge!" Maximus' plan was simple: use the ridge of the beach that the Imperials had first used as his defense, blinding Imperial gunners from a true range to aim and forcing them to engage point blank. Using the mortars on the HAPs to keep the Imperials at bay (which would be better at having the ability to "lop" over the ridge). It would give them time, which is what they needed.


    TBC
  15. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Flight Officer Brief Klammern (nrc), Captain Yavscout, Eta-2 Jod interceptor, ARC-170, respectively
    Location: Port Haven


    Brief’s job, along with one of the ARC-170s that had come down from the Snap Dragon, was to rove around, clearing any TIEs that were in the vicinity of the Trixie Belle, while the other two ARCs tried to stick close to it, and vape any Imps that got through.

    He caught a flash of red reflected in his airframe before an impact tossed him violently against his restraints, and the compact little fighter became harder to control.

    Bits of dark shrapnel flying over his canopy before the wind whipped it away told the rest of the story.

    “This is Escort Three-Seven. I’m hit, and going down.”

    * * * *

    Yavscout looked towards the smoking craft. “Escort from Surefall Lead. Can you effect a landing?

    I expect I can affect the treeline.

    The elf rolled his eyes, and steered away from the shuttle, and headed after the stricken starfighter, which was speeding towards the jungle, a bit inland from the coast. He felt the familiar surge of adrenaline as the thought, RESCUE almost overwhelmed him.

    He hadn’t even wondered where the shot had come from, what with nearly a dozen Imperial TIE fighters flitting around providing plenty of suspects. Odds were, they had to get lucky sometime.

    "Scorch, this maybe just a guess, do you have Vulture droid brains manning your one cannon?

    Yav gritted his teeth but said nothing. He doubted that woman had ever truly guessed anything in her life. Probably explained how she'd survived Order 66.

    Cochise on your six Safety.” A voice interrupted the retort, “Mark it four TIEs left. Let’s get this shuttle in the clear so we can head back planet side.

    Copy, Cochise. Good to have you. Standby a moment, I have a fighter going down in the jungle.” Yav switched back, peering through the black vapour leaving residue on his canopy as he pulled in behind the Eta. “Escort, cut your speed. You are going down quite fast.

    You will have to leave me. Get to safety.” Klammern transmitted.

    Don’t make me come down there and slap you.” The elf looked round for the Trixie Belle. “Belle from Lead, do you have tractor beam capability?

    Negative.”

    I’m starting to think tractor beams are a lot less prevalent than people think. Okay, Cochise, break off, and try to get the Trixie back to her host vessel. Escort, I am following you in. Try to land as safely as possible, then run over to where my ship is.

    Flying tanks, who would of thought?

    Yav frowned at the random communication. Sounded familiar. In fact, it sounded like Lasso.

    Only Firecracker's warning about their comms being compromised, stopped him blurting a response.

    Cochise, new orders. Pop over to that Sentinel carrying the tank, and provide escort, please-” Startled, the elf paused as he noticed the Eta-2 was no longer in front of him!

    He looked out the right and left sides of the canopy. “Great, now I've lost him.

    Tag: @Cain Varss, @Lasso




    IC: MVH-1001 (Maria Van Helsing), Pirate Island
    Location: Pirate Island, Port Haven

    Maria rocked it Andrea Ursuless-style as she rose out of the choppy surf walked up the thin pebble beach, wet while dozen of metres overhead, starfighters vied for control of the airspace immediately above the volcanic island.

    Being head-to-foot in stormtrooper armour helped in her blazé attitude, but the act had not been intentional; she had just made the best of things after having her Amphibion shot out from under her as she approached the island.

    When the Empire’s attention had shifted from Port Haven settlement on the west coast, to this isle off the eastern seashore, her lieutenant, Seventy-Nine, had told her he wanted her as his eyes and ears over here, since she had already reported in from the general vicinity after meeting up with Major Petersen.

    Several other troopers, mainly Imperial Army, crawled up, or were bashed lifelessly against, the hazardous rocks.

    Maria stepped onto a water-drenched brown rock, got some purchase, and reached a hand down to pull the nearest soldier up onto dry land.

    “Thanks.”

    She nodded, releasing his hand once he was sat safely beside her, even more drenched than herself, “No problem.” She stood, wavering a bit as she steadied herself. “Help whoever you can, while I head inside.

    “Sure thing, Sergeant.” He gasped. “I saw the docks about a hundred metres round that way.” He pointed round the curvature of the cliff-face and more rocks, to his left.

    MVH-1001 sighed, contemplating the indicated route, then the shrub-dotted cliff-face towering above them.

    She reached for her synth-cable and grapple.

    Tag: no-one
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  16. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Yavscout, Commander Phoomi, Commander Hilton, ARC-170, Neb-B Tango, King II-class battleship, Allegiance
    Locations: Port Haven jungle, Whendyll System outskirts, Port Haven orbit, respectively


    The Eta-2 had ploughed quite a bit of the jungle before stopping, the damage visible from the air.

    From the animated moaning coming over the commo-board, the Jod was either badly hurt in the crash, or had found a compliant femme to give him a-

    I...I think my leg’s broken.” Brief reported in a pained tone.

    Copy.” Yav acknowledged, banking closer to the downed craft to hover a hundred metres above it, watching an Imperial repulsor tank a couple miles to the north-east turning in their direction. “Yeah, that was my first guess.

    What…what was your second?

    The elf felt his cheeks burning under his Go Team fishbowl helmet. “Not over an open comm-line; there are ladies present.” He would’ve added “and kids” if he’d known about Atin. “Alright, stay there. Not to go all Big Brother on you but, the lines are closed, the votes have been counted; I am coming to get you.

    Cheesiest. Rescue. Ever.

    Yav grinned. He loved this sith.

    The elf dropped the smile, and then the fighter’s nose, targeting the tank.

    Whooom

    The unarmed MG1-A proton torpedo made a mess of the S-1 Firehawke hovertank, showering hot metal, tonnes of earth and shredded vegetation in a wide circle outside the smoking brown crater it left behind.

    The ARC-170 swooped down, without waiting for the cloud of atomised material to clear, landing in the centre of the crater, almost immediately witnessing the wet splot of matter falling onto his borrowed ship.

    He popped the canopy, the covering rising too slowly for him, forcing the elf to release his restraints and slither out between the cockpit rim and the rising canopy, sprawled lengthways along the craft’s nose before he slithered off the side.

    He sat crosslegged on the hot ground, memmed Strength Like Bear, Heat Resist, and Whirling Wind, then buffed himself with all of those spells plus Spirit of Wolf and Heal.

    Yav thought for a second if there was more that he would need, then just set off, the boots of his blue-and-gold Go Team vacsuit sinking into the soft soil as he laboured up the crater’s rough sides, into the wet stench of burning jungle, which thanks to him, wasn’t a jungle any more for several hundred metres.

    * * * *
    Neb-B escort frigate, Tango

    While her Gunnery Chief cheerfully reported that his teams had iced another of the attacking Skiprays, Phoomi made her way to the glase-walled Communications Suite, where the light-blue hologram of Admiral Thaw did not bother with pleasantries.

    Commander, are you able to deal with the situation at Port Haven, or do we still need to come in?

    Phoomi sighed, not wishing to admit to the delay. “Sir, we are still at the system edges. There is an interdiction field present, and the April Dancer is not responding to hails.” Now that she said that out loud, she turned away from the Admiral, a thought suddenly occurring to her. That interdictor had been destroyed, hadn’t it? Stang!
    “Uh, sir. New information. The ‘Dancer was lost during the battle. There was another interdictor though, which we believe to be in enemy hands.”

    Well, Commander. Jack. Them. Up. Cos I am coming in, and if I am unable to proceed directly to the third planet, your boots will not touch the deck, my girl!

    The image dissipated before she could respond. Shaking either from fear, or excitement with the imminent battle to come, she backed out of the communication suite, calling across her bridge.

    “Helm, set course for that Immobiliser 418 interdictor. Gunnery?”

    The cheery-faced man turned from his wall station, where he had been conferring with a less senior colleague. “Commander?”

    “Target the interdictor with forward batteries. Starboard and port batteries to still engage the blastboats.”

    “Aye-aye, Commander,” he responded with too much glee, in her opinion, but at least someone was getting something out of the day.

    * * * *
    Jungle

    Yavscout ran through the greenery with long strides, using his elven prowess to avoid tripping on dead branches, or getting scratched by brambles.

    Actually, that just happened anyway, and he had never given the skill conscious thought.

    He had been initially dis-oriented, but trusting that he had thought to park his ARC with the nose facing towards the crashed ship, he had just looked back down into the crater to see which way it was pointing, and loped off in that direction.

    If he did not find the Eta-2 after ten minutes or so, he would probably have to climb a tree or something.

    * * * *
    Allegiance bridge

    Whoa! The Commander was so shocked that his inner voice momentarily turned coarse. You're crossing a line there, Pal! Hilton joined the Communications Officer and several of the bridge crew in staring at Captain Stakes, and heard himself stammer, “Es-escape pods, Captain?

    His superior hadn’t exactly been making chums when he’d threatened to space him and General Perez back at the Northern Stretch, but, Stakes' risked going too fragging far this time; they were Kings' Navy officers, not Beasts!

    "Soldiers deserve soldiers, [1]" Stakes quoted from somewhere, galloping up to the Moral Event Horizon Ranch adding, "Send it now, Communications. That's an order. Give them thirty seconds to comply. Gunnery and starfighters, hold fire until we have an answer."

    Hilton half-turned to the junior officer. “Communications, hold.” he turned back to Stakes before his superior blew up. “If you say to fire upon escape pods, I will not give that order!” He then nodded to the Communications man, who gave the distinct impression of a lepi caught in headlights, “Go ahead. Send message.

    Tag: @Captain Stakes

    OOC: For Commander Hilton, I am going with that other famous Shower Scene, with Michael Biehn's Commander Anderson in The Rock. And the Big Brother quote was UK host Davina McCall's catchphrase on every eviction night.
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  17. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Port Haven, atmosphere

    Flying tanks, who would of thought?

    Fress frowned as they continued their dive towards the surface taking out the TIEs as they went. That sounded like Lasso. "Saber, scan the area for a Sentinel with one or two tanks attached. That will be the ship Lasso is on."

    Saber beeped in acknowledgement as Fress concentrated on the next TIE.

    Fress heard Saber snap her out of the memory as she glanced down at the translator. "Good work," she said as she signaled to the squadron she brought with her. She sent the coordinates to the rest. //Lasso has been found, the ship is at the following coordinates. Let's wrap up the rest of these TIEs and go provide escort.//

    @CPL_Macja, @Bardan_Jusik, anyone else I may have missed...
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  18. SWBob Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 19, 2003
    star 4
    IC: Jensen Visak
    Location: Quad Laser Turret aboard DD

    "I'm sure they're on their way, give them two minutes," Wolf answered as the turbo lifts doors opened. They walked towards the quad laser turret, "Here is where you will be stationed for the time being. Just a bit of advice. Don't hit on Kasha in a bar. You may end up losing your family jewels before you reach the exit."

    Jensen laughed in response, "Believe me, I wont be doing that again. I'm going to be having a hard enough time making up for the first time, I dont want to compound it with a second." He extended a hand to Wolf, "Thanks for the escort, but I should probably get familiarized with the controls before the shooting starts. Wouldnt do to have a Tie come in and have the safety on when I try to shoot." Jensen shook hands and then entered the quad laser turret. It had a similar set up as most turrets. A chair with a targeting screen and a viewport for Mark 1 eyeball tarketing if the proverbial poodoo hit the fan.

    Sitting down in the chair he ran a systems diagnostic, making sure everything was in running order. After it all checked out he checked the targeting details for the Nebulon-B Frigate. His quad lasers wouldnt do much damage against a capital ship like that, but he liked to keep an eye out for it to see if he could detect launches or even if it started closing the distance. Command usually announced any important details the gunners needed to know, but he knew that somethings that might be important to some would not be viewed so by other. Never hurts to be well informed. As he watched he saw six Skipray blastboats start to engage the frigate. Turbolasers started firing from the frigate and he saw on the sensors one of the blastboats disapear. One of the tubolasers must have got it. While not as effecteve as quadlasers at dealing with starfighters, if they hit, there werent many ships that could take a hit and survive. The fact that they hit one at all either meant they had amazing gunners, or that, more likely it was the fact that the blast boats, were slower than a typical snubfighter. After a few moments he saw the rangefinder start ticking down as the Nebulon-B Frigate started its approach, still engaging the blastboats.

    Here we go.

    Tag: @Falcon @Sith-I-5
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  19. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, over Port Haven


    Hilton half-turned to the junior officer. “Communications, hold.” he turned back to Stakes before his superior blew up. “If you say to fire upon escape pods, I will not give that order!

    Stakes stared at his "Second". This was a ship commander's worse fear. But whatever that fear was, Stakes looked out back at the Heavy Cruiser ahead, thinking back to the family engraved box in his quarters. He knew---and only he---knew what was in that box. It was a history of blood, of---

    "Fine," Stakes said, collapsing deeper into his chair, "Fine. No escape pods. But they will not survive if they fight...but the escape pods will. Gunnery," Stakes said out-loud, "Hold fire on escape pods. But contuine to focus firepower on the Heavy Cruiser if she rejects our terms of withdraw."

    He [Hilton] then nodded to the Communications man, who gave the distinct impression of a lepi caught in headlights, “Go ahead. Send message.

    Stakes said, without looking at the Commander, "Thank you. War can turn any man into a monster," Stakes then raised his voice, "Alert all commands. We leave in ten minutes. I want a path of travel plotted and ready away from those Star Destroyers. We'll use the system's sun to our advantage; our close travel to the sun, as safely as we can, will scatter the ISDs' sensors. Make sure all commands know that they need to have shields to full and blast shields over all windows. It'll get hot, very hot. And no starfighters out on patrol---they'll get cooked. By the time the ISDs make it from outer system to Port Haven anyways, we should be well ahead of them enough to safely escape."


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  20. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Aurora Cradmoon, Captain Jim Palso, Delicate Delinquent hangar
    Location: Whendyll System outskirts


    Williams was getting the feeling that by allowing the Jod on the bridge to make his own decisions, he wasn’t calling transports back inside to evacuate the non-essential personnel.

    Plus, Captain Palso was probably correct; they could not go about evacuating the ship every five minutes.

    Like being on the Johnny Boy, the DD was their home till Captain Taller said otherwise; and for those men, women, and aliens rescued from the deep space Imperial prison facility known as The Block, this cruiser was both a shelter from the Empire, and a tool with which to strike back with.

    He fielded a call from his engineer daughter, Rachael, asking him to attend a meeting to work out how to augment their shield strength.

    He knew the ‘Delinquent was protected by a dozen shield generators placed almost randomly throughout the ship, but the last time they and the Neb-B had come to blows, the frigate had almost holed them in a matter of seconds!

    Sandy and I’ll be right there.” he told her, referring to the named longblaster slung over the shoulder of his orange coveralls. He dropped the comlink into one of the leg pouches, and looked up at the others. “Both fighters fuelled?

    Yes, Chief.” Aurora retreated from the X-Wing, returning the black fuel line to the large cylindrical tank in the back corner. She had been distracted by the friendly greet from the blonde-haired pilot heading off with Commander Wolf, but was thinking, Mac used to call me ‘beautiful’.
    .
    And stop thinking about Mac! You got dumped by a twelve-year-old. It happens. I expect

    She looked up, surprised. “How did you-?

    Tim leaned back and rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Face like a bantha licking vinegar of a thistle; what'd be my first clue? Now put some clothes on.

    But, Lieutenant Zotoman-

    Williams glowered. “Frak him. You’re a Merc. Get dressed, then replace the soldier manning that PX-4. The safety of these hangars is on you,-” he turned to face Kilo-and you. I want you outside, below the belly aperture, to stop any TIE fighters or boarding craft trying to get in that way.

    Palso raised a palm. “Hold on, I have already selected him to be my wingman.”

    Williams shook his head at the Corellian. “Sorry, Captain. I want you in here on stand-by as an emergency evac transport if we really have to leave.

    Jim looked concerned, and half-turned to point to the Hunk of Junk. “She is only what you see there, Chief. I can’t take that many people.”

    You will take whoever gets here first, but let us hope it does not come to that.

    The public address system announced more news. This is the bridge. An Imperial Star Destroyer has jumped into our interdiction field, and the Nebulon-B has closed to eight hundred klicks. Secure all blast doors, and if you have access to vacsuits, I suggest you wear them. This is going to get rough. Bridge out.

    Tim turned at the sound of fluidics, his gaze sweeping across the top of Cradmoon’s dark locks as he noticed the heavy blast door out to the corridor, ponderously closing.

    ARE YOU STILL HERE, CRADMOON!

    No, Chief!” She scarpered through the narrowing gap, which was already half-closed.

    And neither am I. Kilo, Jim, may the Force be with us all ” he headed for the narrowing doorway at a much slower pace, not as nimble as the young filly.

    A last, quick hobble from the bearded sixty-year old, saw him slip through before it clanged shut.

    Palso nodded to Kilo, then headed for his own ship, corralling his droids. “Bugger! Walking Library! Get those missiles loaded, then get aboard. We are going to have to sort out some standing room.”

    Tag: @Jensen, @Kilo, @Wolf
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  21. tyratoku Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 10, 2005
    star 1
    IC: Kilo Typhon, Delicate Delinquent hangar
    Location: Whendyll System outskirts

    Kilo Typhon watched as one of the men in front of him and the young girl who had refueled his fighter exchanged quips and argued against each other. As they talked about the female's relationship with yet another person, the former Imperial officer slipped on his helmet and depolarized his visor to allow the rest of them to see his face clearly rather than the thick black of a darkened visor.

    The engineer finally turned to face Kilo for the first time in the conversation, “-and you. I want you outside, below the belly aperture, to stop any TIE fighters or boarding craft trying to get in that way.

    Kilo bit his lip and nodded. He looked back to this ship and blinked twice in quick succession. The computer inside his helmet patched him into a direct communications channel with his droid, R4-P77. "Sev, get the engines warmed up. We're being called out to duty."

    The droid answered with a series of beeps and whistles and the translated speech popped up on Typhon's Heads-Up-Display. "You mean I am getting called to duty."

    Kilo grinned. "Good one, Sev. Whatever you say. Just see to it that we're ready to fly in the next minute or two."

    The public address system announced more news. This is the bridge. An Imperial Star Destroyer has jumped into our interdiction field, and the Nebulon-B has closed to eight hundred klicks. Secure all blast doors, and if you have access to vacsuits, I suggest you wear them. This is going to get rough. Bridge out.

    Within seconds, nearly everybody in the hangar fled out of closing doors. The engineer turned to Palso and Kilo and spoke ominously. “Kilo, Jim, may the Force be with us all ” he slipped through the door before it closed.

    Palso nodded to Kilo, then headed for his own ship and yelled toward his droids. Kilo waved, but nobody saw and then he turned back toward his ship. He sprinted toward it and he leapt up toward the cockpit. For a moment, he was practically weightless.

    In general, people know how high they can jump. There is only so much distance they can cover with a single bound. Even with the slight augmentation his armor gave him, he should not have been able to make the leap from the floor of the hangar up into the cockpit of his craft. Yet somehow...he did.

    His hands trembled as he keyed the engines and readied himself for departure. "U-uh Se-sev?" he asked with a shaken voice. "Do we have clearance to depart?"

    The translation of the astromech's voice appeared on his HUD, "No clearance. But nobody is watching and nobody will shoot us down. We can leave now."

    Kilo felt the nervousness and shaken confusion fall away from the back of his mind. He would worry about his new-found strength and jumping ability later. If there was a later.

    Kilo Typhon, his stolen Rebel ship, and his somewhat friendly droid shot out of the hangar and into space. The adrenalin ran through his veins and he was suddenly in the reflexive and automated mindset of battle. Of war. "I'd still rather do this stuff on the ground," he whispered to himself with a smile.

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  22. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Commander Hilton, Commodore Norris, Lieutenant Zotoman, Allegiance, Allegiance and the Delicate Delinquent, respectively
    Location: Port Haven orbit, and Whendyll System outskirts


    "Fine," Stakes said, collapsing deeper into his chair. "Fine. No escape pods."

    There was a palpable relaxation on the bridge, too.

    "But they will not survive if they fight...but the escape pods will."

    The Commander felt it was dangerous to break the moment by talking. Some captains openly relied on their seconds to keep them honest, but saying that, Kingdom of Jod culture was not big on questioning authority.

    "Gunnery," Stakes said out-loud, "Hold fire on escape pods. But continue to focus firepower on the Heavy Cruiser if she rejects our terms of withdraw."

    "As you command, Captain!"

    Hilton then nodded to the Communications man, allowing him to send the message.

    Stakes said, without looking at the Commander, "Thank you. War can turn any man into a monster."

    "Sir." Hilton acknowledged, torn as to whether to apologise or not. And, was this over, or would the Captain playing it gently till they were safely back at Actualise Station, and then have him arrested for insubordination?

    Would the House of Royal Intelligence flip their sith when they heard?

    The Commander put his worries aside as the Communications' officer reported, "Message sent. Sirs, signal from Delicate Delinquent. Imperial Star Destroyer and Nebulon-B frigate have dropped into their interdiction field."

    "Thank you, Lieutenant." Hilton nodded, then turned to look down at the seated Stakes. "Captain, they won't be able to them for long."

    The escalation must have roused him, for Stakes then raised his voice, "Alert all commands. We leave in ten minutes. I want a path of travel plotted and ready away from those Star Destroyers. We'll use the system's sun to our advantage; our close travel to the sun, as safely as we can, will scatter the ISDs' sensors. Make sure all commands know that they need to have shields to full and blast shields over all windows. It'll get hot, very hot. And no starfighters out on patrol---they'll get cooked. By the time the ISDs make it from outer system to Port Haven anyways, we should be well ahead of them enough to safely escape."

    "Ten minutes?" Hilton echoed, calculating, as the Comms man jotted the new instructions down on a datapad. "That means all deployed forces will have to be back on their ships in six."

    * * * *
    Cimmerian bridge

    "No, stay where you are." Norris ordered into his chair comlink, leaning over the armrest towards the voice-pickup, refusing to entertain the offer of reinforcements from their sister Vindicator, the Aggressor.

    "Recriminations later, Commodore! We are on the way down from the Northern Pole. Aggressor out."

    "Captain, signal from the enemy battlecruiser!"

    "My chair."

    "As ordered."

    "Order the Imperial blockade to leave the planet or the Cimmerian and all escape pods will be destroyed."

    For a moment, Norris could not breathe. The Monsters...

    He hit transmit: "Hostile cruiser from Cimmerian. Commodore Norris here. You are in Imperial Space. Threatening an Imperial ship of the line. Kiss my-"

    His words were drowned out by a cacophany of destruction happening elseway in the command tower, and the deck jumping under him and his crew, the doors at the rear of the bridge ruptured outwards, the air around them whipping the words and breath from their mouths.

    Despite his best efforts, Lieutenant Joel was snatched away by the hurricane, following a chair through the doors, bouncing off the bulkheads.

    * * * *
    Allegiance

    The Comms Officer winced as he tore his headphones off. "Captain, something has happened aboard the Cimmerian."

    Hilton, who was looking out the bridge windows, and seeing the multiple missile strikes from their starfighters, and the Snap Dragon break through the Heavy Cruiser's rear shields, responded, "Yeah, I think we are getting that. Captain," he glanced aside at Stakes, who was still looking elsewhere, "her command tower has ruptured and is collapsing."

    Looking out once more, he could see that Captain Darkins destroyer was consolidating her attack, continuing to pile ordnance into the stricken cruiser.

    * * * *
    Delicate Delinquent

    Whooom

    The ship rocked as a single turbolaser shot crossed from the still distant frigate.

    "What're they doing, softening us up?" Zotoman asked. "They could knock our shields down easily with multiple hits."

    "Star Destroyer veering off to head to Port Haven, while the Neb-B is concentrating on us." Philippa reported.

    "Helm, manouvre us to keep both ships covered with the gravity fields."

    Flavin nodded, hands moving across the coloured controls as he moved the cruiser. "On it. Lieutenant, receiving a signal from Allegiance"

    Zotoman listened to Captain Stakes' instructions. "Well, we are at the edge of the star system, so the whole 'using the sun for our advantage' thing is not going to work for us. Plus we are up here with the Star Destroyer. We'd-"

    Whooom-whoooom

    The twin green blasts crossed space from the Neb-B in an instance, hitting them head on, rocking everyone back. The lieutenant felt the strain in his neck and shoulders, almost like a whiplash injury.

    "Ahhh," he groaned, wincing and shaking through the pain. "I guess we can hang on for ten minutes. Shields?"

    "Ninety-two percent, Sir." The Private looked at another screen. "X-Wings moving to engage the ISD. Oh sith, TIE fighters! L-lots of them!"

    * * * *
    Deck Fourteen quad-laser emplacement

    Nate Legnash had been keeping a close eye on the frigate since it was the one shaking him about with the hits when his alarm warbled in warning, drawing his attention to the first of the TIE fighters coming in from the ImpStar that was several dozen klicks beyond the more threatening frigate, firebursts lighting the heavens as they encountered the ARC-170s and Incom T-65s that were in their way.

    The Imperial flotilla outnumbered the friendlies three to one; they would have to do some serious whittling.

    He stepped on the pedals to turn the four laser barrels outside the circular transparisteel port to face the oncoming menace, waiting for them to come into range.

    Tag: @Eleventh Hour, @Kilo, @Jenson, @Allegiance, @Snap Dragon
  23. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, over Port Haven


    "Ten minutes?" Hilton echoed, calculating, as the Comms man jotted the new instructions down on a datapad. "That means all deployed forces will have to be back on their ships in six."

    "Well Commander," Stakes said, "Unless you have a plan to keep the Delicate Delinquent and Eleventh Hour from being destroyed, they can't hold the interdiction field for ever. That ISD will be here in roughly twelve minutes at flank speed, we leave in 10 minutes for a two minute head start. Sooner or later, the ISD will our rear guard forces to follow, allowing the other ISD to sandwich them in, or I'll have to let the Delicate Delinquent and Eleventh Hour escape through the opposite end of the star system and leave the ISD non opposed to Port Haven. There's no way that our rear guard forces can make it here on the sun's side and escape the Imperial blockade. You and I both know that. Communications, order the Delicate Delinquent and Eleventh Hour to do what they can to slow that ISD, but their primary mission is to save their skins and make it out of the star system alive. Inform the Eleventh Hour that she is the command element for their escape route. They are to make all due haste to Actualize Station by any means possible. Send a data-burst to our nearest House of Royal Intelligence element for support for the two ships if possible; they need to avoid all Imperial pursuit by any means possible to Actualize Station."

    "Hostile cruiser from Cimmerian. Commodore Norris here. You are in Imperial Space. Threatening an Imperial ship of the line. Kiss my-"

    The Comms Officer winced as he tore his headphones off. "Captain, something has happened aboard the Cimmerian."

    Hilton, who was looking out the bridge windows, and seeing the multiple missile strikes from their starfighters, and the Snap Dragon break through the Heavy Cruiser's rear shields, responded, "Yeah, I think we are getting that. Captain," he glanced aside at Stakes, who was still looking elsewhere, "her command tower has ruptured and is collapsing."

    Stakes looked at Hilton, "Inform Captain Darkins to continue her attack to the cruiser's engines and any secondary emergency bridge, if any is found. All starfighters and other forces around Port Haven are to align themselves in a manner for best defense against the remaining Imperial heavy cruiser, Imperial starfighters, and position themselves for our escape route. We have nine minutes left."

    "Gunnery, focus any batteries facing the planet to target groups of Imperial TIEs and other forces planet side and in space. I want our forces to have a clear escape route. All other batteries and weapons are to defend for any remaining Imperial forces that are a threat against us. Helm, bring us about to present the majority of our weapons for offensive and defensive operations."


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  24. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: SCA Flight Lieutenant Smart Sweet, Mary Formal, Captain Yavscout, Nu-class rescue shuttle, Trixie Belle, jungle.
    Locations: Port Haven skies, and in the jungle, respectively


    Lotus listened to the shouted suggestion from the Mon Cal evacuee, as he banked the shuttle to port (left) as part of an evasive move. To stay in one place or fly too steadily, would make him easy meat for Imperial pilots, so he had been taught at the Jod Aeronautical and Interplanetary Pilot Academy.

    Although the instructors frowned on it, rookie graduates were called by peers from rival schools, Jod Aeronautical and Interplanetary Learner-bait. Or jail-bait for short.

    Maybe we could devise some sort of diversion. If, when we were close to the safety of a hanger, ‘accidentally’ put out on an unsecured frequency that this Lasso person was onboard this shuttle, then perhaps it would buy some time to actually rescue this Lasso person.

    “Hangar?” Lieutenant Sweet argued, peering round at the skies, “And where are we going to find a hangar round here? Just too many…” His voice tailed off as he noticed he couldn’t see any TIE fighters. “Actually, we might have a chance to get out of here. Yes!”

    All deployed forces, this is Allegiance. We are withdrawing in nine standard minutes. That means, be back on your host vessels in six minutes.” Came over the comlink.

    This pleased the pilot even more, and he took his hands off the controls to do a bit of punching the air, before getting hold of them again. “Yes!!”

    Cochise, new orders. Pop over to that Sentinel carrying the tank, and provide escort, please-

    Sweet frowned. The ARC-170 was being called away from protecting them, to protect someone else. In a mission where every other friendly was intent on saving this Lasso character? Really?

    Surefall Lead from the ‘Belle. Is there some significance to the other shuttle?” He transmitted to the leader of the escort fighters, even though he knew the man was now on the ground, going after Klammern.

    Belle from Lead, you save that ship, you achieve the point of this whole op’. Ooh…uh, gotta go.

    Sweet re-located the tank-toting Sentinel on his scanners, and plotted an intercept course, while behind him in the passenger area, Salmakk added, “Just a thought.”, then winked at Mary.

    The Arcateenian swung on her handhold, and banged into the left bulkhead as the pilot steered to starboard, grunting in response to Salmakk’s comment.

    Ugh,” She moaned, thoroughly sick of this flight, and the bruising she was getting. She looked groggily at Neot. “sorry, I did not get any of that. What?

    * * * *
    Jungle clearing

    Yavscout had arrived several metres into the apparent clearing where the grounded Eta-2 sat, the circular space dotted with similar looking metre-high leafy green bushes of the sort you would find in an urban residential garden, not a wild, untended jungle like this. He slowed, and eventually stopped.

    Tunare knows, the elf wasn’t big on tactics.

    His way of working tended to be, get to the patient as soon as possible. Heal them, or at least fortify them, then worry about other things.

    Saying all that, he liked to think he would have been a bit more circumspect if he wasn’t been on the comlink with the pilot of the Trixie Belle. “Ooh…uh, gotta go.

    Thanks to the blue helmet, he had to turn his head to look around, and past the edges of the visor. He slowly pulled his S-5 from the thigh holster tied to the leg of his suit, and continued looking around at the bushes, ignoring, for the moment, the crashed ship.

    He felt very much like when he was in Warsliks Woods back home. That zone looked nothing like thjs clearing, being so packed with foliage, and dangerous lifeforms, that his way of getting across was to either run invis’d along the lake shoreline, or swim it.

    To be honest, he had really only explored the woods once. A rescue, of course.

    And frankly, once he had found the casualty, he had teleported the both of them the frak out of there, rather than risk running into a Goblin Spirit Caller, or having to ask Grachnist the Destroyer if there was an amusing anecdote behind the name.

    He started to raise the S-5 in the direction of one bush, when it, and all its sister bushes unfolded and sprang up around him, revealing a dozen Imperial Special Missions Troopers, camouflage netting and artificial leaves bonded to their backs and limbs in such a way that almost fooled the elf.
    Grey helmets and polarised black eye protectors hid most of their faces.

    “Freeze, Rebel.” Several E-11s clicked, as they were aimed at him.

    Who in Fornax, you calling a Rebel?.” Yav demanded angrily.

    “You are engaged in armed resistance against the Empire, are you not?”

    Okay...yeah. Carry on..” He was partially playing for time. If he tried to cast any spells, they would likely gun him down, as, totally involuntary, both hands and arms would wave up above him, like he was doing the reverse of an elephant impression with both arms – double the trunks, double the spray.

    Best to wait until they told him to put his hands up.

    “Drop the blaster.”

    Yav did not want to, but again, playing for time. The gun landed on the soft green loam before his boots. “Just as long as I don’t have to put my hands up,” there were worst ideas that playing the reverse psychology card, “Makes me look like an anorexic limmie goal..”

    “Hands up.”

    The Surefall Paramedic feigned annoyance and narrowed his eyes. “Oh, you utter-.” He then cast Whirling Wind.

    His arms came up slowly, part of the spell, the air swirling around him fast and thick, picking up the troopers as it expanded out from him, taking and spinning the Imperials and tossing them away.

    Yav grabbed up his gun and ran up to the Eta-2, rapping knuckles on the canopy for the Jod to open it.

    Although the air-based area effect attack had slain young gnolls - sort of socially disadvantaged Shistavanen - before, grown humans tended to be more hardy. So while one or two of the soldiers might have died if they had landed awkwardly, but there could be several regaining consciousness before he got Brief out of here. He could see the man slumped in his chair, chin resting on his chest above his survival vest.

    A response of sorts came in the pleasant bleeps and whistles of a happy astromech, and he had to bob about a bit to spy the upper half of an R4 on the other side of the canopy.

    He smiled. Seeing the illuminated dome reminded him of his R2 companion droid, Deputy, who had been on the Johnny Boy when it had been taken. "Hello there. What's your name then?"

    Davina. I liked your Big Brother reference. The dome swivelled to aim its main photoreceptor at the unconscious pilot. I ran the medical scan. Compound fracture of the talus tarsus.

    Yavscout frowned. "But that's in his ankle. He said he'd broken his leg."

    He's Kingdom of Jod, so, y'know, not the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer.

    Though the elf secretly agreed with the generalisation, this was why the R4s were nowhere near as popular as the R2 series. They could be sarcy little brubbs.

    So, you want him out of there? I can help with that.

    "Really? You got a little crane arm in there?"

    You might wanna step back.

    Thinking about Independence Day, Yav stepped away from the busted-ass vehicle.

    With a loud retort, the canopy separated and flew off behind the vehicle, and the seat jettisoned straight up on four slim pillars of grey smoke and fire, the shocked elf following its ascent.
    "Oh, I really hope there is a parachute attached to that."

    Tag: @Cain Varss and Salmakk Neot, @Lasso and the Lucks Gamble, @Taab and the Luck's Gamble, @Firecracker
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  25. Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of the EUC, SWC and Spinoffs

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    Dec 14, 2009
    star 10
    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Cockpit, Luck's Gamble (Sentinel-class Landing Craft), Port Haven Skies, Port Haven

    "TIEs inbound," the Skipper informed the security chief. Taab had already been watching the battle intently both on the scopes and through his the transparisteel windshield in front of him. "Yeah I see 'em." He took note of the fighters and old YT-1300 that were engaging those fighters. "And there's our escort." He watched now as a stream of fire blasted out from topside of the freighter arcing towards other fighters that Taab had tagged as friendly in the Sentinel's targeting computer. "Yeah, that's the Crusader. At'ika (Little Atin) forgot something...again." Taab would have to assign his son some...corrective training once they all got out of this. Oddly enough it never crossed the old Mandalorian's mind that they would indeed be able to effect their escape. Maybe it was because he had been in many situations as bad, or even worse than this.

    Still watching the Crusader, he noted that the upper mount was now silent, but the lower one was still trying to engage targets as they came into it's field of fire. It must be manned. Atin may have been excitable and prone to mistakes at times due to his inexperience, but he wouldn't just shut down the one turret and leave the other one still under droid control. Taab had an idea.

    "Skipper, if we punch it for the roof we can link up with our escort. Get in close formation with the Crusader, and she can cover our shebs (backside) if she flies right below us." It was a plan that did have it's dangers, and knowing that he would know them as well, Taab didn't go into them with the Captain. The dissimilar ships would have to fly in very close formation, matching speeds and following each other's movements precisely. Worse still, if Taab were forced to drop their captured tank it would fall right on top of his own ship, probably sending her crashing to the ground. Taab flipped a set of switches on the co-pilot's panel deploying the Sentinae's blaster and ion guns. "Ours guns are up."

    Given the nature of the situation Taab decided that until they were under the protection of their escort he would try for dispersal fire at the incoming fighters rather than point shooting at select targets. It was better to scatter them and break their formation than go for individual kills. If he could keep the TIEs busy dodging fire instead of boring in on them, it would give the Luck's Gamble a few more seconds. And with their escort rapidly closing the range as well, all he had to do was buy them time.

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    IC: Atin Taab
    Cockpit, Crusader, Port Haven Skies, Port Haven

    Atin ignored the inquiry from Firecracker. This was the middle of a battle, they were trying to reach Captain Lasso (and Atin's father) before the Empire could close their net, and she was asking him about his ship's systems? He shook his armored head, blasting away at another TIE that wandered into his path with the now slaved to his station upper quad mount. It disintegrated under the concentrated firepower There was a time and a place for that, but right now wasn't it. Besides he already knew he would catch hell for his mistake from his father if he found out. And of course he would, his father found out about everything that Atin did wrong.

    He could hear the lower mount chattering away, taking out another pair of TIEs in rapid succession. Jeth certainly knew his stuff, Atin wondered why he didn't have command of the squadron instead of Firecracker. Atin silently chastised himself as he let off another blast that missed an evading TIE fighter. This wasn't the time to be thinking on that either.

    He refocused himself, noting the stray blaster bolts that were now starting to stream upwards at the TIE fighters from the Luck's Gamble. None hit, but the formation broke up to evade. Some even curled up and away from the landing craft, looking for a better approach to the ungainly ship. Other's though continued to bore in. Now he did comm Fress.

    "Firecracker, here's our chance. Let's get in there and get our people home."

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    IC: Captain John Hickory (NPC)
    Kingdom's Navy Vessel Eleventh Hour, Whendyll System Outskirts

    As reports of the battle farther in system were called out over the bridge, Captain Hickory did his best to remain detached and calm. He wanted to be in on that action, to be taking an active part in the rescue of Jason Lasso. But he knew his place was here, holding the line with the Delicate Delinquent and ensuring that further Imperial reinforcements didn't arrive to further complicate the rescue efforts. First to arrive in the Interdictor's net was a Nebulon B frigate.

    At first she kept her distance and Hickory was content to leave her be. He didn't want to go chasing after just the one target and leave the DD vulnerable and alone. Hickory was soon forced to change his mind. "Sir, the Neb is moving, on attack vector for the Delinquent." Hickory acknowledged the report.

    "Very well, get us moving. Intercept course at attack speed. I want us at z+ 2,000 meters on that frigate, target her central spine. We'll break her back."

    The crew sprang into action as the nimble warship angled in towards the Tango. Fire sprang forth from the Light class destroyer's turbo laser batteries. Hickory was confident that his vessel would be more than enough to handle the lone frigate, but another report came in that smashed that confidence.

    "Imperial Star Destroyer just jumped in."

    Everyone paused for a moment, an ISD would be too much for them to handle, even with support from the Interdictor. Still they had a mission to accomplish.

    "Launch Oracle and Harbinger flights," (6 Eta-2 and 6 ARC-170 respectively). It would be a suicide run to send the fighters after the Star Destroyer, but they had no choice, they had to soften her up before their own ill advised attack could begin. "Sir, the ISD is moving off, in system."

    Hickory thought quickly. "Leave her to the Allegiance, continue firing on the Tango, and send our fighters in on the frigate too. Let's give them something more to think about."

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