Log:Corellian Incident: C.E.C. Blockade
Corellian Incident: C.E.C. Blockade
Location: Corellia
Participants: Siywa Tralos, Zena Tane, Rieve Selki, Orin, Andan Qorbin, Aria Voss, Bar'duur, Saito, Cailyn Dean, Jett Tash
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
The standoff has presist for several hours now while negotiations were underway between representatives of the Twin Planet Alliance and Corellian League. The Corellian's have positioned Four CR90 Corellian Corvettes with 3 squadrons of Z95 Headhunters and 2 Gozanti Light Cruisers in a defensive formation along a no fly lateral line relative to the two fleets. Similarly, the Twin Planet Alliance have Three CR90 Corvettes in a holding pattern between the Corellians and the C.E.C. Shipyards they'd taken control of several hours prior. There's a company of 4 squadrons of HLAF fighters with a half dozen Preybirds to provide support for the hodge-podge fleet from 3 different planets.
>> This is Commander Dedon Rex of the Twin Planet Fleet. We've received word from representative Nel that negotiations have broken down. I repeat, all allied forces, the Corellians have left the negotiation table. Attack is imminent." <<
The Fleet wide comms signals to all Twin Planet allied ships.
>> Corellian Defense Fleet Alpha, this is Captain Sheen Darex. The deligation has left the negotiation table. We have been given the green flag to assault the occupying force. Our orders are to take as many of the occupying fleet captive so long as they fly a flag of surrender, but our primary objective is the retaking of the Shipyard. For Corellia! <<
In the distance near Selonia, a Carrack Light-Cruiser has powered sublight engines to join the fray, but even at full impulse it will take time to get into weapons range.
While teh Corellian Flagship for the Sector Security Force, the CR90 'Saber-Hawk' brings itself around at the head of the four capital ships, moving into blaster range. While no shots have been fired, yet, fighters are scrambling to establish a screen between the two opposing forces.
The Battle of C.E.C. Shipyards is about to begin, but who will fire the first shot?
[ Zena Tane (zt)] Why on Mustafar is there a Mandalorian out here for this? She's obviously not Corellian, she has no stake in who wins this fight. None whatsoever. The only planet she really cares about is Mandalore, and that's a fight that's nowhere near over. She could be running cargo right now to help fund that fight. She could be vibing in some seedy bar on Nar Shaddaa, relaxing and having a few drinks and seeing what kind of trouble she could get into, but she's here instead.
Somebody has paid her to be here, then. It's the only explanation. Or maybe, maybe, she's not a fan of the little guy being oppressed.
The Siren's Calamity exits hyperspace, the YT-2550 a much better ship for this than the Darkspace. Zena mans the pilot seat while another human sits in the co-pilots seat. "Alright, goon squad," she says over the intercom. "Get to your guns, get to the engines and be ready. This is going to go as rancid as Wampa milk -fast.-"
Boots tromp through the ship as the rest of her crew get to their places. Helmetless, Zena looks at her co-pilot. Just hang on." Her hands dance across the controls, pulling on the yoke as she goes wide, firing maneuvering thrusters and cranking the engines to get her where she needs to go. Which is with the Twin Planet fleet.
<<"This is the Siren's Calamity, we're here to help. We aren't fans of bullies, and, well. Corellia has decided to be one. We'll fight with you if you'll have us.">>
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
Ze Hapan Capitaine Rieve Selki, or rather Blue Tooka One had arrived prior to the negotiations failing, his A-Wing fighter was primed for Space-Bears? Either way he had flown long and hard to arrive when he did and offer what support he could to the occupying force of the Twin Planet Fleet. The bright golden flare of his engines erupted behind him as he swung the rather nimble fighter into a position amidst the fleet.
<<"This is Blue Tooka One, ready to assist...">>
Rieve flicked a few buttons, checking his chaffe and flares, likewise cycling his two concussion missile launchers, and the two laser cannons that give the vessel it's punch. Rieve was certainly more of a diplomat, a rebel for sure, there's a good deal of blood on those nimble and formerly noble hands. But firing the first shot? That's not for him in this fight.
[ Orin (OK)] A Gambit-model ship bursts out of hyperspace, seemingly wearing colors and symbols of the Bounty Hunters Guild. The squirrel-shaped ship seems to be flying to meet up alongside the Siren's Calamity.
<<"This is the Skull Roller. Weapons hot and ready to engage.>>
Orin was sitting in the pilot seat, dressed in Mandalorian armor with his thumbs overing over the trigger for the rotary guns. Eyes stare through a T-visor slit towards the targeting system.
A slow breath.
A message sounds to the Siren's Calamity. <<Clan Kora stands with Clan Kloo today. This is the way.>>
The Skull Roller has chosen it's side.
[ Andan Qorbin (And)]
The Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1300 light freighter, christened "Rascal's Wager," streaks through the atmosphere as its thrusters roar to life. Andan Qorbin, a seasoned pilot with years of experience as a Smuggler Captain, deftly maneuvers the ship toward the CorSec Defense Fleet, weaving through the maze of ships to get into formation. The Rascal's Wager has been hired as a mercenary ship to bolster the Corellian defenses, and Andan is determined to fulfill his duty. As the red and black painted ship hurtles toward the fleet, Andan prepares for the coming battle, knowing that the fate of his ship and crew relies on them to be at their best today.
"Lets look alive, ladies and gentlemen." Andan says in to his ship comms. "Get on the guns, make sure nothing falls apart, and well... lets hope we can get paid for this, right?" He asks, exchanging a glance over to his co-pilot in one Natalia Dru-Krug, who looks back to Andan with a 'we'll see' expression.
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
Among the three CR90s of the Twin Planet Alliance blockade is a fourth, CR90 /Stellar Windrunner/, its comms already aligned to the TPA frequencies, its origins and its intent having already been verified and established. In short: We're with you.
Tension fills the bridge of the /Windrunner/ as mostly novice military officers from all walks of life wearing brand new uniforms man their stations, checking and re-checking systems. The /Windrunner/ had only recently come into active service after having been abandoned on a jungle world for fifteen years, and this would be its first live-fire mission -- a mission that came far too soon for some.
The cockpit of the CR90 isn't nearly as large as Lady Aria Voss had expected it to be, when they saw the outside of the ship. It turns out the engines made up the rear 1/3 of the vessel, and aside from the briefing rooms, power substations, captain's quarters, and other maintenance access ports, the 'hammerhead' shape at the front of the vessel was really just a smallish room with a few forward-facing seats and some side panels.
The captain had a seat behind them, which was where Aria currently sat, legs crossed, red-painted fingers drumming thoughtfully on the armrest. She didn't look nearly as out of place as she felt.
Beside her stood a tall, blonde woman, Lieutenant Handa Pizkurk -- the ship's XO. "Shields are online and operational. Turrets report ready, Captain," she reports.
"Well, thank the Force for small miracles," Aria says, smiling thinly.
She keys up the internal comm and their accompanying fightercraft from her chair.
<< "Crew of the Stellar Windrunner, accompanying fighters, this is Captain Aria Voss. We've been notified that the Corellians have left the negotiations and intend to attack the blockade. We stand with the Twin Planet Alliance for the same reasons we stand for the rest of the galaxy -- for their right to self governance and freedom from oppression, for their lives and their liberty. The stand that we make here today affects the lives of billions and tells the Sith-aligned Corellian government in a unified voice: We will not be intimidated. Today, we fight for freedom." >>
Then she switches the alliance-wide comms.
<< "Twin Planet Alliance, this is the Stellar Windrunner. We stand ready with you." >>
[ Bar'duur (bar)]
A small black and grey fighter flies near the Stellar Windrunner, this one holds back and to the port of said Corvette. The tie avenger had hyper'd in along with the Windrunner, keeping itself as an afterthought, ready to be used if the bigger ship seems to be in any danger, but for now. The pilot of the Avenger sees no need to speak over comms, keeping silent, breathing in and out steadily in his sealed eva suit. His face is covered in a visor that blocks out his immedeate view but gives him a great view of the outside, bypassing the traditional downfalls of flying a Tie fighter.
[ Saito (Sai)]
A Bellbulab-22 heavy starfighter leaves hyperspace. The red-haired man on the pilot's seat would glance to the Astromech thts beside him. "Everything ready, Figly?" he asks, the droid's beepss beingg translated and appearing into the screen of the pannel infront of him. He quickly pulls out a small tool kit from under his seat, eyes soon returning to the displays. He opens a comm channel to the Gambling wind CR-90. <<You people didn't think you'd be doing this without me, did you?>> Saito's voice echoes over the corvete's comms. Once he remotely receives all the relevant information from the corvette, he pushes the fighter's throthle forward, posiotining the fighter infront of the Gambling Wind, so as to try and intercept any hostile enemies. He closes his eyes and atemps to calm his heart, trying to let the force guide his decisions. It wasn't too difficult for him to get word of the situation here in Corellia. It didn't take long for him to decide to offer help to the Twin planet alliance.
[ Cailyn Dean (Cailyn)] And there was Cailyn. A woman who took more from her Echani cousins than she truly did of the powerfully-built Thyrsians. The mute was typically seen at Aria's side or behind her, having been assigned as the lady's personal bodyguard. Now, though, the dark-skinned woman was sat in the pilot's seat of the Stellar Windrunner.
A strange-looking double-blade was set nearby.. Perhaps a charm for good luck? Whatever it was for, it was here, and no matter what any of the crew said to her, it would /remain/ there. She ran a hand along the edge of one of the blades before turning in her chair - Hey, look at that. It swivels.
And she offers a silent nod to Aria. It's a nod that doesn't require any sort of assistance to get any meaning across, something that doesn't require any expansive gestures from the mute woman. It says 'I'm ready'.
[ Jett Tash (JT)]
Lt. Tash is in the gunnery with some of the other troops aboard the CR-90 military vessel named "Stellar Windrunner". "Let's go, people. Get me guns hot, Captain's counting on us. Spool 'em up, and bring the targeting computers online. Why are we short a man?" Asks the officer, turning slightly to indicate the gunner seat of one of the heavy cannons. There is no immediate answer, but the officer was not inclined to allow an idle gun sit.
Taking a place at the station and donning the boom-mic headset, he spools up the hardpoint and flips a series of switches to bring it online. The targeting computer at the center console of his seat boots up like an old arcade game with sound effects, the scarlet and gold image rotating on screen to set up his lateral limits.
Testing the mic, <<"Lieutenant Tash on the main gun, she's ready for action. Gunnery stations are all green, Captain, awaiting your firing solution.">> Triggering his seat to move simultaneously made the cannon move in place, and the Ranger watched with squinted eyes. "Will be a hell of a time hitting these fighters. Drinks on me if we manage any kills, ladies and gents." A few chuckle.
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
Amidst the defensive screen of Fighters along the Corellian Sector Fleet is a YT-2000 bulk freighter, designation Down and Out. The pilot, an orange Togruta seated in the tiny little cockpit, is listening intently to the chatter of linked comms awaiting the final green-light on letting loose the pew-pew. "Alright you two, get your kiesters into those turrets." Behind her, a pair of identical Dug are leaning against consoles while a, quite frankly delightfully dressed, DL Repair droid is putting tools in a belt slung across a magnificiently purple jump suit cut to fit the bulky framed droid. The voice it produces is nothing short of 'pure sass' "I suppose it's too late to negotiate a hazzard clause." The two Dug snort a laugh and clamber towards their stations, climbing up and down into their turret sockets and getting ready for a fight.
"Sure, I'll renegotiate a service clause with you the day I grow a fourth montrel. Now strap in, we're not getting paid to look pretty." >"That's because we're not getting paid, isn't it?"< >"It definitely sounds like we're not getting paid."< The brothers dug say into intership comms. "Of course we're getting paid... when have we ever not gotten paid?" a pause. "Don't answer that."
Beyond the viewport, the Corellia aliegned 4 CR90s moving steadily forward towards C.E.C. and the ships set in a pattern to blockade the shipyards. >> This is Captain Sheen Darex, speaking to all ships allied with the Twin Planet aggressors. You will be given a single chance to stand down and then you will be fired upon. <<
The Fighter accompanying both sides rocket forward ahead of the Capital Ships. >> Allied vessels, this is Commander Rex of the Twin Planet Fleet, we're happy to have you! << "Signal all fighters forward, get us in-range of the Saber-Hawk and prepare to come about." He says to his bridge crew, all of whom are white-knuckled, but stoic in the face of impending action.
In the distance, the Carrack is approaching with all those point defense guns. A looming threat on the horizon, ready to shore up the Corellian defenses the longer this engagement continues. >> We have to give the ground forces aboard the dry dock time. Keep them back as long as we can! For the Twin Planets! For Freedom! << Someone has a flare for the dramatics.
[ Zena Tane (zt)] Zena replies to Orin on the allied band. <<"This is the Way.">> You have to. It's a Mandalorian rule. Also a Mandalorian rule is shooting first. She grins, flicking levers and turning dials before she punches the throttle.
"Get ready to fire on my mark! We're starting this kriffing party whether they like it or not!"
The Calamity rockets through the line, racing to evade capital ship fire and, instead, pick on the cruisers, As a glorified freighter. Yeah, this is dumb. It's also the Way.
Zena punches the throttle, the bright engines flaring to near blinding as she makes the ship skim around using the cockpit as an axis. The port guns fire when the Calamity is broadside to it. The gunners weren't ready because they're LAYABOUTS, and the blasts go wide. She fires maneuvering thrusters again, the starboard side swinging around. This time the laser cannons blast out, peppering the shields.
She wheels the ship about and cranks the throttle to try and buy more space, but, well, she might not be fast enough.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
The golden engines of the Yawning Tooka flare as Rieve banks his nimble fighter. Watching the first shots fired, he knows that within moments those shots will be raining in the other direction, and with that the A-Wing's chaffe launcher soon scatters a brightly lit field of glowing chaffe amidst the stars. Enough to confuse to systems of the enemy and offer some protection to those fights ducking within the glowing field, while it lasts. <<"Chaffe away, good luck all.">>
Rieve banks away, his bright blue eyes focused on the dark void beyond his cockpit. The flare of weapons beyond making his heart race as he seeks to provide protection for those fighting against Tyranny.
[ Orin (OK)] This is the way.
A Mandalorian rule. They know the Creed.
<<Going in.>>
Pushing forward on the thruster, the Skull Roller is propelled forward at incredible speed as those fixed guns edge forward. He targets one of those fighters, those cannons spinning hot as they fire numerous bolts, though he's unable to take it down.
He manages to bring hell on the shields though.
[ Andan Qorbin (And)]
As the Rascal's Wager hurtles toward the line of enemy starfighters, Andan Qorbin's hands grip the controls tightly. He keeps the ship in a holding pattern, staying on a wide berth from the enemy fighters as he scans their formations. Suddenly, a HLAF fighter darts toward the Rascal's Wager, its weapons charging up. Without hesitation, the ship's two turrets open fire, unleashing a barrage of laser fire that slams into the enemy fighter, taking its shields down to half strength. Andan grits his teeth, knowing that the enemy will be on high alert now that they've been fired upon.
"Guys," Andan speaks over the ship comms. "Look, that was really good shooting, but remember... we're just here to LOOK like we're fighting. If we actually fight you're going to draw more fighters on to us. So try and tone down the skills a bit!"
Natalia glances over to Andan, then whispers something in her native language to herself as she keeps a track on the sensors for the YT-1300 as it comes through another spinning turn.
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
Aria flips on the comm after Jett's message. << "Thank you, Tash. Stand by. You'll have your targets momentarily." >>
Saito's comm brings a slightly relieved smile to her lips. << "Great to have you, Gambling Wind. IFF codes being transmitted presently. Cover is appreciated." >>
Finally, Aria looks up at the displays, crew members beginning to report the battle from around the bridge. The XO beside her chimes up, "I recommend we go after the Gozantis first, ma'am."
"Pilot," Aria means Cailyn, "get us in position for a broadside of the Gozanti. Preferably the one that's already been damaged. Lets see what we can do to help." Then she queues up the internal comms, << "Gunnery, target the Gozanti, fighters are second priority. >>
[ Bar'duur (bar)]
Every time Bar'duur gets into these types of situations, he always feels like he at the least, picked the right tool for the job. His tie avenger screams in that familiar tie fighter way, perhaps a deeper roar than the plain first generation ties.. but then, the avenger was a space superiority fighter. That black and grey vessel darts forward rapidly, faster than many lighter ships, and then those quad green lasers begin spitting out from it, as the Zabrak pilot locks on to a Headhunter and takes down half it's shields in the first line-up run. His head is constantly turning, this way and that. <"Reaper has engaged."> he states calmly over comms. <"Call out any targets of interest.">
[ Saito (Sai)]
<<I'm glad to be able to help, Windrunner>> Saito transmits his messages to the corvette, sighing with sadness as he sees the first shots being fired. "Ok, Figly, lets go," he says to the Astromech, before hee pushes the throthle of the heavy attack craft forward. The fighter accelerates,, gravity pushing Saito back against his seat.. He goes for one of thee headhunters, the ship having been already damaged. He closes his eyes, letting the force guide his actions. The Bellbulab releases a barrage of laser fire at the fighter. It is enough to cripple the craft's sensors and weapons. Saito would open a channel to the Z-95, speaking in a calm tone. <<Please,, you own't be of any more use in this fight, all your main systems have been damaged. Leave the system and find somewhere safe>>. And with that, he reverts course, flyingg towards the Stellar Windrunner once again.
[ Cailyn Dean (Cailyn)] A sense of urgency fills the air as Cailyn's fingers move swiftly over the control panel, her eyes fixed on the screen as she makes a series of rapid calculations. The ship lurches as she takes the controls in hand, bringing the Stellar Windrunner around to broadside the Gozanti ship with decent-enough precision.
With her eyes intently focused on the control panel in front of her, Cailyn takes a deep breath and shifts her weight slightly, adjusting her position in the pilot's seat. She double-checks her calculations and maneuvering plans before finally feeling satisfied with the angle of the ship's trajectory. With a subtle nod of approval to herself, Cailyn raises her hand to signal Aria, forming a silent thumbs up gesture. Her expression is one of fierce concentration, and it's clear she's deeply invested in the success of the current operation.
[ Jett Tash (JT)]
<<"Understood, Captain,">> Returns Tash's deep voice as he rotates the gun to face the appropriate heading. <<"All guns, stand by to fire starboard lateral limit. Rotate and call out when locked.">>
Tash followed his own orders, calling out, <<"Gun one locked.">>
<<"Two locked, sir.">>
<<"Three locked, El-tee.">>
<<"Stand by to fire starboard lateral limit on my mark.">> Their vessel is coasting into position now, the gentle rumble of engines indicative of battle maneuvers. Tash watches with squinting eyes, moving from visual scan to his targeting computer. <<"Target is in scope.. all guns fire.">>
Although there was no sound in space, the vibrations of the cannons make the interior of the CR-90 tremble. It's not recoil or anything like that, just the surge of power the dimmed lights briefly because of the sheer output of shields, engines, and now guns firing in unison.
Red lances cross the distance from the Stellar Windrunner after lighting up from her starboard side, casting the crimson hue along her hull. The impacts would have made loud noises were it not for the venue of space.
There's a brief cool down as they set to course, maintaining the broadside. <<"Gun two, that was a miss. Come down a bit.. we'll talk you on-- some old-school Tatooine windage here.">>
<<"Roger, sir.. coming down by three clicks.">>
<<"Stand by to repeat firing order..">>
<<"Standing by, sir.">>
[ Saito (Sai)]
It is the force that alerts saito of the other ship and of the danger that it represents. Figly releases a mechanical scream as the other craft locks its weapons on them and accelerates to shorten the distance. "Calm down, Figly, itss ok," Saito grips the control stick firmly, flying the Bellbulab under the Z-95 in the nick of time, the ship flying above them. page aria Siywa =Sure!
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
The Down and Out is now in the fray, rolling end over end through the barrage of laser fire suddenly illuminating the black of space from both sides. The looming presence of the two sides Capital Ships are a constant promise of impending doom, but thusfar the Corellian fleet remains out of range of anything beyond the fighter screen. <<"I got one!">? Vikha shouts, while his brother grumbles in the lower turrets. >>"Good job, keep doing that! We like it when you do that..."<<
Beyond the battle is pitching up. The Corellian Flag ship is leading the charge, pulling slightly ahead of the trio of ships, while the two Gazonti circle around like mammoth freighters trying to get targets on the Windrunner.
>> Weapons free! << Captain Darex says over Corellian comms, coming abount like a turtle to present the broadside guns, charging up ready to fire across the expanse at the Twin Planet Capital ships.
Fighters swarm everywhere, almost One hundred smaller, fast moving signals on the screen. >> We're almost in range. Windrunner, keep an eye on that Carrack. Their point defense guns will ruin our fighter accompaniment. << The bearded man rubs at his jaw, signaling for the three vessels to prepare for their initial volley.
[ Zena Tane (zt)] Zena cranks on the yoke of the Calamity, throwing it into an evasive roll as the Gazonti fires back. Blaster bolts skip right by the freighter, missing by meters. The tiniest Mando grins, looking to her co-pilot. "Hit the tunes, I need some beats to keep this up."
The hired crewman groans, but does as he's told, flicking a switch on the entertainment suite. Electronic beats travel throughout the ship as Zena brings the Calamity around for another pass. Her head bobs to the music as she kits a couple levers, slaps a button and wrenches on the controls in a way the freighter does not appreciate.
The Calamity's maneuvering thrusters fire on one side, even as the main engines' output is cut, making the freighter skid sideways through space. The four turrets unload, blasting the cruiser as it just skims right over the top if it, swinging around like she's trying to drift a landspeeder around a turn.
<<"This one's shields are down! Unload on it, Windrunner!">>
The maneuvering thrusters cut and the main engines go to full power in an instant as she tries to get clear of the hell that will be incoming. All the while, fighters pepper her shields with blaster fire that she can't completely evade.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
Rieve swings about having laid out a field of chaffe, the glow fading as he brings the Yawning Tooka about to fire off a few wild shots towards the incoming fighters! While the pilot of this fighter fires wildly, sending streaks of laser cannon fire across the inky void, he brings his fighter about for another pass, likely to assist in screening some of the nearby vessels. That zippy and scrappy lil' A-Wing doing the best it can, with ther pilot it unfortunately has within it. On the plus side, every now and again people are graced with a gloriously warm and flowing Hapan accent as various sights and points of interest are relayed. Each word drifting easily into the next, a lilting flow of poetic beauty, an accent that has escaped the Hapes Cluster to grace this little warzone.
<<"That's the spirit! Oui! Coming about for another chaffe run in five... four...">>
[ Orin (OK)] Bolts from the turrets bounce off of the Skull Roller's shields and lower it's integrity by about 1/4th. Orin does a unique response movement then, managing to invert his ship and hit the thrusters to come around, finding himself behind one of those fighters.
He fires those cannons, but those fighters are squirrely, they're quick nd easy to maneuver. He narrows his eyes.
Focus.
He keeps his pursuit.
[ Andan Qorbin (And)] Andan expertly pilots the Rascal's Wager, dodging and weaving through a hailstorm of laser fire from pursuing HLAF enemy fightercraft. The ship's turret gunners return fire, their upper and lower gun wells blazing with crimson red laser fire, but all their shots miss their mark, creating a dangerous trading of laser fire that Andan deftly avoids. His nimble flying skills are put to the test as he maneuvers through the crossfire, his eyes locked on the enemy ships as he searches for an opening. The tension in the cockpit is palpable as the Rascal's Wager continues its evasive maneuvers, Andan determined to keep the ship and its precious cargo (him) safe at all costs.
"That's it, keep up the return fire. You only drew four or five of them on us, that's not bad at all." The Captain of the Wager says to his crew with voice laced with his trademarked sarcasm.
"Keep it up, the fighting is heating up out there." Natalia adds on the heels of Andan's comments.
The YT-1300's golden engines flash bright as it corkscrews through the Corellian star system, trading laser fire with the enemies in this fight.
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
Outside the front viewport of the CR-90 /Stellar Windrunner/, space is a flurry of multi-colored bursts and swarming fighters, and the blue glow of the shields flare to life as the Corvette starts taking hits.
Inside, Aria Voss's grip on the command chair has tightened while the Corvette vibrates under the fire of the turrets and the impacts of the ships strafing it with fire -- as has her XO's grip on the back of it.
"Only three turrets reported a firing solution. See if you can get us in a better arc, Cailyn. If nothing else, maybe get a Gozanti on each side." She didn't call her 'pilot,' this time. As stress levels went up, apparently so did Aria's memory of 'proper military protocol.'
<< "Gunnery, keep up the pressure. We're going to see what we can do about positioning on those Gozantis." >>
"Ma'am, shields are taking damage."
A switch of frequency.
<< "Repair crews, see what you can do about getting more power to bolster our shield systems." >>
[ Bar'duur (bar)]
The only tie Avenger in the battle gets hit by a random shot, perhaps, hitting the rear shield, but it's pilot is quite too focused on a target. Bar'duur is still fairly focused on the Headhunter he had latched on, one that looked like it's shields were failing, and after lining up he squeezes the trigger. Instead of four blasts of green plasma, two red rockets suddenly erupt from either side of the canopy, firing off toward the target without a definitive lock. They don't change course to get on target, and as such, one misses completely, while the other one flies right past the tail of the Headhunter, right over the portside engine and along the side of the ship's nose, right beside the pilot. It literally leaves a scratched out side and just keeps on going right on past the Headhunter without exploding.
[ Saito (Sai)]
It is the force that alerts saito of the other ship and of the danger that it represents. Figly releases a mechanical scream as the other craft locks its weapons on them and accelerates to shorten the distance. "Calm down, Figly, itss ok," Saito grips the control stick firmly, flying the Bellbulab under the Z-95 in the nick of time, the ship flying above them. He accelerates, setting a course to go back to where the Windrunner is, atempting to offer protection to the bigger ship. The heavy fighter's tripple laser cannon fire at one of thee enemi Z-95 but the other pilot manages to avoid the barrage of lasers.
[ Cailyn Dean (Cailyn)] Cailyn's hands move deftly over the controls of the Stellar Windrunner, her eyes scanning a viewscreen intently as she lines up the ship's cannons with the opposing Gozanti. She adjusts the ship's pitch and yaw, her movements precise and calculated as she expertly maneuvers the vessel. With a determined look on her face, Cailyn banks the ship hard to one side, causing the entire craft to shudder and the crew to brace themselves against the sudden movement.
As the ship steadies itself, Cailyn's fingers dance over the controls once more, lining up the majority of the cannons with the target. Satisfied with her work, she lifts a hand to give a silent thumbs up to Aria, a small smile of accomplishment playing at the corners of the silent woman's lips.
[ Jett Tash (JT)]
<<"Acknowledged, Captain,">> Tash responds before flipping the switch on comms to address the gunners. <<"All guns, repeat fire mission. Fire, fire, fire.">>
<<"Firing!">>
Once more, the side of the Stellar Windrunner lights up in crimson hue as all guns fire in unison. Taxing energy powering the guns cause lights to flicker briefly once more, and components within the ship rattle, showing its weathered, venerable age.
Impacts do not number high, however the yield is enough to punch a hole through the ol'girl's hull and makes her engines give out. <<"Splash. Looks like the target is floundering, we swept her legs out from under her.-- All guns but two.. make adjustments. Come down three clicks like two and follow her lead. Gun two, you're the example.">> Lt. Tash says, not drawing attention to his own success with the heavy shot.
<<"Hahaha, you heard the El-tee, boys. Learn how to shoot!">> More laughter from gunnery.
<<"Guns.. call when locked. Need greens across the board, the Captain is counting on us.">>
<<"All green, Lieutenant.">> Calls gun 2, taking the opportunity to shine among her peers. Jett smirked, he liked confidence in a gunner. <<"Stand by, gunners.">>
<<"Standing by, sir.">>
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
The Down and Out is dancing amongst the fighters and pays for it, shields take a peppering shot across the bow with the top mounted turret following and vaporizing the offending HLAF fighter with a sudden flash... then equally sudden silence. <<"Do I get a raise?">> "No, you don't get a raise..." >>"He should get a raise."<< "No raises. He's doing his job that I PAY him for... why would I give him a raise?"
Meanwhile, the fighter conflict is getting intense. The Corellian's have fielded better fighters, in the form of the heavier Headhunters, they're being swarmed by the HLAF and half dozen Preybirds. While the quartet of CR90s have finally come into optimal firing range and turned to present their broadside. The Flagship, helmed by Captain Darex, opens up with a full battery upon Commander Dedon. The Shields hold, but there's a shuddering flicker all across the presented starboard side. "Report!" The shield opporator brushes her face with a hand, "Shields at sixty percent, Commander."
The return volley is a silent blast of red light that errupts across the shields of the circling Hawk. Two other Capital ships engaging while the 4th Corellian Corevette squares off against the Windrunner... With a Gozanti providing firing support like a vulture.
>> Twin Planet fleet. Stand. Down. << It's from the Carrack approaching, turning, and coming about. >> You will received no further warning. <<
>> Twin Planet fleet, we /have/ to hold.. The onboard crew need a little more time! <<
A another squadron of Headhunters are flooding out of the launch bay of the Carrack. With a bank of heavy Turbo Laser turrets charging with twice the number of point defense guns.
[ Zena Tane (zt)] The tiniest Mando cackles over the pulsing beats echoing through the ship, her co-pilot stone faced and resigned to his fate. He honestly doesn't have much to do, Zena is flying the Siren's Calamity like she was born in it. All he really does is occasionally flick a switch for the short woman and make sure that the rest of the systems are green.
Deep in the freighter, the mechanic is strapped into a jump seat near the engine access. He's flipping through the 'net on a datapad, because he's had nothing else to do. Which, honestly, he appreciates. Nothing like getting paid to do nothing.
The Calamity spins like a disc as the Windrunner takes out the Gozanti she softened up. Just as planned. She looks out the viewport and checks the sensors, cranking on the throttle to take the ship closer to the Windrunner. "Watch this," she says to her co-pilot. Uh oh.
Zena punches it, racing her freighter towards the Windrunner at speed. She cranks on the yoke, firing maneuvering thrusters, and starts to corkscrew around the much larger ship. Every revolution, the gunners fire at the cruiser harassing the Windrunner, blaster bolts lancing out through space to peg the other ship.
The Siren's Calamity makes its final revolution of the Windrunner, blasting out in front of it, doing another roll so the bridge can see her doing it.
Show off.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)] Sweeping about, Rieve seeks to deliver a field of chaffe for the Windrunner, only something doesn't quite go to plan with a sudden duck and wild weave, and a scrape of something bouncing off the hull, Rieve manages to roll and spin, and deliver his glowy lil' package somewhere where it probably won't do much good! It might be too much ship for Rieve, but hey, this was a call to arms! And there was no way he could mark his main vessel as... on the side of revolutionaries. Not yet at least.
Again Rieve seeks to prepare for another pass, another twist about to try and offer some respite to the Windrunner, those golden engines flaring brightly.
[ Orin (OK)] Orin is a headhunter.
He's /trying/.
The Skull Roller pursues a fightercraft and manages to get it's shields down quickly, the burst of blue revealing as such. <<No more warnings...no more games.>>
and he's pulling on those triggers to send a full barrage! Come on...give him tone!
[ Andan Qorbin (And)] Andan pilots the Rascal's Wager closer to the massive capital ships that are locked in a fierce battle, hoping to use them to his advantage. He knows that the HLAF fighters will be drawn to the large targets, and he positions his YT-1300 freighter near them in the hopes that some of the enemy fighters will make a critical error and fly into the capital ships.
As the Wager approaches, he sees the HLAF fighters turn and pursue them, and he knows that he's found his opening. The ship's twin turrets unleash a barrage of laser fire, their gunners shooting red beams with deadly accuracy, and the HLAF fighters dodge and weave to avoid them.
"You're trying to make them collide with their own ships?" Natalia asks the pilot on her right as she observes the fighting.
"Why not?" He asks. "i nearly run in to these massive bastards all the time..."
"That's comforting..." Natalia fires back before one of the gunners comes over the comms.
"Stop spinning so much, I'm gonna vomit in here!"
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
The the shields of the CR-90 /Stellar Windrunner/ continue to arc as it gets hit and fire continues to erupt from its turrets.
ON THE BRIDGE OF THE STELLAR WINDRUNNER...
One of the men running the sensors pipes up, "Captain, the A-Wing has dropped chaff, but it's out of range to cover us."
"Nice, Cailyn. Get us into that chaff," Aria says, leaning into the strain that even the inertial dampeners have a hard time keeping up with as Cailyn pulls the big cruiser around to get the arcs lined up. "Keep as many of our turrets on that Gozanti as you can."
A woman's voice pipes up from another console, "Shields at 95#23134"
Aria keys up the internal comms: << "Good work on the shields. Keep it up." >> and << "Gunnery, nice work on that Gozanti. Go for the last one. We'll work on the other Corvettes after." >>
And then switches to external comms: << "Thanks for the assist, Loth-Cat. Very appreciated." >>
[ Saito (Sai)] Saito has a smile as he watches the Windrunner's excelent maneover. <<Windrunner, whoever's piloting, congratulations, that last banking was great,>> he turns his atention back to his own pannel. This time, his sense of danger isn't enough. A Z-955 starts to purssue him and the lasers of the other fighter manage to damage the Bellbulab's shields. "Go on, Figly, its repair time," Saito calls out to the Astromech, who beeps in aknowledgement, then he sighs as the corellian's message comes through the coms system, shaking his head for a moment. It is then that he decides to return fire. He punches the ship's throthle forward,, the rumble of the engines in the cocpit becoming louder. He has his hand on the firing controls as the Bellbulab and the Z-95 try to evade each other.. Saito closes his eyes and presses the trigger, the two double cannons firingg at the Z-95. It is one of these situations that only happens due to the will of the force. Saito owuld have hit the pilot, probably crippled the other ship if not forr the fact that the other pilot managed to barely evade the shot. This causes Saito to grit his teeth but its not in anger, on the contrary. There is a huge, face-splitting smile. If Aria had been with him on the cocpit, she would be able to put a name to the emotion: A strong surge of excitement, the excitement of being challenged in a field that is, sertainly, one of the red-haired man's passions, not to mention that he was able to have the atention of one of the Windrunner's attackers.
[ Cailyn Dean (Cailyn)] Cailyn is just /vibing/, her fingers dashing across the controls of the Stellar Windrunner. You ever seen a Thyrsian who could fly /this/ well?
Herrobably.
But Cailyn's not just /any/ Thyrsian behind the controls of a Corellian Corvette, she's /the/ Thyrsian behind the controls of a Corellian Corvette. Unless there were.. Other Thyrsians piloting the other ones in the massive battle.
Yet, her hands grip tightly on the controls as she brings the Stellar Windrunner into the dense field of chaff, the ship's engines humming loudly in protest against the sudden change in direction.
[ Jett Tash (JT)]
<<"New target bearing port! Rotate guns.. let's GOOOOO, let's go!">> Calls Tash, using the control to pivot the gunner seat. The other gunners do the same, calling out 'locked' when they were in position. The Stellar Windrunner was in position to fire, and Tash orders it, but..
The enemy CR-90 had targeted them, testing the integrity of their shields in that moment. Power precedence shifted to account for the shields protecting the ship and in that moment when Tash yelled, <<"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!">>
All the guns shut down in unison. Even Jett's usually calm demeanor cracked as he heel-kicked the console beside him, "Oh, what the hell?!"
It wasn't the kick that brought the instruments back to life, but it sure seemed like it. Everything hummed once more in unison and the turrets locked again.
<<"Target's in scope, El-Tee!">>
<<"FIRE!">> Jett yells once more, and this time all guns discharged at once. Batteries landed on all accounts, testing the integrity of the other Gozanti's shields and bringing it low. <<"GOOD effect on target, stand by for repeat!">>
<<"Standing by, sir!">>
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
With the sudden arrival of the Carrack, the tables have shifted dramatically. The massive Capital Ships point defense guns are obliterating any fighter that gets within range. Six HLAF fighters signals disappear under the first volley alone. With the ship coming fully around to bare upon the Corellian Corvettes belonging to the Twin Planets. "BRACE!" Command Rex shouts as the entire port side battery of heavy turbolasers unload in a rolling thunder of bright red energy that hit in a line across the starboard side starting from the engines forward. By mid-ship, the flickering blue energy of the shields is dull, with the last hit lighting the hull in a bright glowing amber orange of buckling durasteel plating. "Report!"
"Shields are down, Commander.."
The weathered ol Talusian naval commander scowls and pushes forward in his seat. "Get them back up and bring us around." Switching to fleet comms >> Captain Drell, we can't take another hit like that. Bring the Bleven Cove around to provide cover.. We only need to hold them a few more minutes.. << <<"We'll do what we can, sir.">>
The trio of CR90s are turning about, swiveling around in a slow motion dance of constantly firing laser turrets that are cutting back and forth through the hornets of fighters swarming all around them.
The haggard Corellian Naval Officer Darex, grins beneath his white beard, "Solid hit, Gunners. Keep up the pressure." His tone far more relaxed now that the Carrack Coronet Star was providing overwhelming firepower. While the capital ship battle was, aside from the Windrunner, largely in favor of the Corellians... The fighter engagement was, until the barrage of from the Carrack, in favor of the Twin Planets. Though the incoming squadron launched from the Coronet Star were certainly going to provide much needed relief.
[ Zena Tane (zt)] The Siren's Calamity pulls up hard after it passes around the Windrunner, arcing high over it. The beats still blasting through the ship, Zena wrenches on the control stick, throwing the freighter into a spin it was never designed for. Say what you want about Corellians, they sure know how to make ships!
The ship wheels over, arcing back to make another pass at the Gozanti. The first two turrets blat out crimson bolts, impacting on the shields. Zena fires the maneuvering thrusters, throwing the ship into a roll, letting the guns on the other side fire, the shields dimming and then fritzing out from the sustained assault.
<<"Shields are down! Take 'em out!">>
She pulls back on the stick, wrenching the ship back around to join the Windrunner. <<"I've got your back, Windrunner. I never leave a comrade in need.">>
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
A juddering tremor makes the A-Wing shake violently as Rieve swirls through some flak and fire, his shields taking the brunt as a few lights begin to flash upon his controls. But pulling through the attack, controls jerking within his grasp, the Yawning Loth-Cat erupts a series of flares to screen the Windrunner against enemy attacks, oh the sparkly glitter of Hapan assistance brings light to the void! Confusing enemy targetting and such. A wing waggle is offered as he zips by the bridge, golden flare of the engines burning bright as he arcs about.
<<"Chaffe released Madelle Capitaine of the Windrunner, I am sweeping about once more...">> The warm Hapan tones drift over the comms, a faint hint of urgency lingering within as he slowly regains some betetr control of the fighter that suffered a strike.
[ Orin (OK)] Changing directions.
Orin cuts the thrust and manages to pull back on the joystick and manages to raise the pitch of his starcraft to angle himself completely around a fighter and evade all damage to his shields. <<"Going for the Gozanti.">>
He puts thrusters on full and sails through the dark space, burning stardust as he sets those heavy guns on that cruiser, targeting it's weapons and hitting them solidly, but he fails to destroy them.
[ Bar'duur (bar)]
The tie Avenger has been weaving about and exchanging fire this whole time, a few blasts of green plasma here and there, and so far, doing a fair job avoiding hits. Shields are at half, at least. It's a target of opportunity really, when Bar'duur spots the Gozanti with it's shields down. He switches over to missiles and angles his ship in that direction.. Once agian he forgoes the target lock and fires off two missiles unguided. This time, they strike the already wounded vessel, tearing it's hull open, not destroying it, but it's crictically damaged, one might say.
[ Andan Qorbin (And)] As the Rascal's Wager comes around the edge of one of the massive capital ships, a HLAF fighter hot on its tail, Andan remains calm and focused. The ship's turret gunners return fire, their red laser beams striking the enemy fighter with deadly precision. The first gunner manages to take out the fighter's shields, and the second blasts its hull hard, sending it spinning out of control. The HLAF fighter breaks off and turns tail to run from the YT-1300, as Andan pilots it past the capital ship's bridge viewports, the golden glowing engine of the Wager blazing any eyeballs looking out of the enemy's bridge.
"Nice shooting." Andan tells his gunners. "Let him go. We're not here for kills. We're here for action, and credits. They didn't say Kills get us more."
Natalia monitors the sensors, watching the scopes to see the status of the ships on their side versus those on the other. "This is a nasty skirmish. I'm not sure where this is going to go from here." She says to Andan specifically.
His eyes are locked on the fight though, while his hands control the ship's yoke. "Not our problem." He says back while concentrating on the fight.
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
"Light damage from the Gozanti, Captain. Their shields are down and their weapons systems are heavily damaged," one of the crewmembers on the bridge of the /Stellar Windrunner/ reports. "The Corvette is still coming around, but the Carrick-class just dropped the shields one of the Alliance Corvettes in a single volley."
Aria sighs. "Cailyn, leave the Gozanti for the fighters. Bring us around for the nearest Corvette. Astrogation, get working on calcs to get us out of here."
She flips open a inside comm channel. << "Nice work, Gunnery. They can finish off the Gozanti. Hit that Corvette." >>
Then she switches to external comms, Alliance-wide. << "We appreciate the help, Calamati, Loth-Cat. Reminbd me to buy you owe you both a drink once this is over." >>
One last switch of channel, just to her fighter escort. << "We're starting hyperspace calcs. If that Carrick turns its focus to us, be ready to get out of here, both of you." >>
[ Saito (Sai)]
Saito receives the reports of the battle going on around him. Part of him wants to break contact with the hostile Z-95 and go help the Windrunner. Still, he knows that thats nott currently pocible, not with an enemi on his tail. He closes his eyes for a moment and tries to refocus on the current situation. He banks the ship to the righg with a quick movement of thee Bellbulab's control yoke, trying to lose the enemi Z-95. Thee two tripple laser cannons on the fighter's pods fire, the z-95's shields fasing out as they are hit by the lasers. His message is transmitedd over the Windrunner's comms: <<Windrunner, this is Gambling Wind.. Roger, message received>> he better finish this fighter fast.
[ Cailyn Dean (Cailyn)] Cailyn does some crazy piloting shit!
[ Jett Tash (JT)]
<<"Acknowledged, Captain.">>
Lt. Tash orders the guns to rotate as a new firing solution is disseminated to them. <<"New target, bearing starboard. Rotate.. let's go, people!">> Guns turn, but only two are locked in place when the window to fire has presented itself.
<<"IN SCOPE!">> Yells gun two, still leading the way in terms of performance, her voice focused. Tash responds with a dull sounding, <<"Fire.">>
Unfortunately, gun two misses. Tash's shot hits dead center, having led the shot just enough to catch them. <<"Splash for one hit, shields holding. Let's get those guns on target people. Call it when locked!">>
<<"Locked, sir!">>
<<"Ready, Lieutenant.">>
<<"Sir, set!">>
<<"Stand by, ...stay on target..Almost.. there..">>
[ Siywa Tralos (siywa)]
The Carrack, a giant black shadow in the void, rolls forward unmolested by the swarm of fighters that are, wisely, pulling away from the approaching monster. Which is rapidly shrinking the combat zone and fighter screen as more and more of the HLAF break from dog fights to move in the oposite direction with Headhunters swooping in behind them. That initial barrage has the fighter-pilots spooked, and for good reason.
One of the Twin Planet CR90s, the Bleven Cove, comes around, still under fire from one of the Corellian Corvettes. Trying to position itself between the Heavy Turbo-laser battery and Commander Rex's damaged Flag Ship. The report of two of the Coronet Star's ten Turbo-lasers belch and hit the weakened shields as the Bleven circles, causing an the starboard hull to buckle dangerously under superheated durasteel. <<"We have to pull back, sir...">> Static as the comms array warps. Seconds later, the CR90's engines fail.. given the Coronet Star a single, unmoving, target. The battery turn, take aim, and fire..
Just as the ship sets a micro-jump deeper into the sector towards Drall.
>> We Read you, Windrunner. Pull your people back. The last of the ground forces are boarding shuttles.. Flight leaders, recall your squadrons to the rendevous coordinates beyond Drall.<<
There's a sign off of affirmatives from the squad leaders who rally down the order to their remaining fighters.
"Ensign, get me a micro-jump plotted..." "Sir, shields are draining too much power from the hyperdrive. We can try and out-run them sir, but.." Rex sighs and sinks into his chair. "No, we'll give the shuttles time to retreat. Put all power to shields and prepare to bring us about."
The remaining Twin Planet Corvette stalls in it's motion, then flashes forward towards the Fleet coordinates. Followed by dozens of smaller trails as fighters begin retreating.
>> Commander Rex, your ship is heavily damagered, your fleet is retreating. Power down weapons and surrender. You don't have to die today. <<
The last shuttle leaves the C.E.C. Dockyard containing the ground forces that had stormed the facility. Preprogrammed jumped coordinates are initiated and they leap away. A series of explosions start along the external surface of the C.E.C. facility. A line of them, blowing bulkheads outward towards the center mass. When they reach the fuel reserves and production assembly ring, there's a bright omenous white FLASH as the proton storage is set to blow.
While C.E.C. is not a SINGLE facility.. but a series of about 200 spread around Corellian space like a city.. one of them goes up with an amazing, illuminous, and destructive BOOM that splits it in half and sends broken bits of half constructed starships hurtling out in every direction. The explosion, hundreds of proton missiles stored aboard the facility, is bright and hot enough that it could easily be seen from Corellia's surface.
[ Zena Tane (zt)] Zena rolls the Calamity through the rain of fire, even as the shields are peppered. "Shields at sixty-five percent," her co-pilot says, and Zena just shrugs. "I think that this is about over anyway, I'm plotting a course out of h--"
Then there's an explosion. A really, really big one. She squints through the viewscreen, even as her sensors tell her that the big capital ship is about to unleash holy hell on something. "Hurry up you damn Navi--You know what, kriff it, I'm doing it myself!"
Her fingers flash across the console as she does her own damn astrogation calculations, plotting in a course from memory. She sends out one last message on the allied band before the calculations are done.
<<"Hey. Good hustle out here everybody. Be safe out there. Siren's Calamity out.">>
She looks at her co-pilot for a second, smirks and pushes the hyperdrive lever. The ship groans as it spools up, and then an instant later, it lances out, leaving subspace to go ... Probably somewhere she can get a drink or five.
[ Saito (Sai)]
There is horror on Saito's eyes as he not just sees but feel the loss of life thats caused by the large explosion. For a moment, his stomach lurches and he feels phisically sick. He raises a trembling hand to his ship's coms systems, opening a public channel. <<Tha.. Thats.. Gambling wind is preparing to jump out>> he announces and starts to mechanically press commands on the ship's nav computer to plot a hyperspace jump. For a moment, the loss of life causs a single tear to falll from his eye. He continues to work mechanically. He glances to where the facility had been and slowly pulls the lever, the Bellbulab disappearing as it jumps into hyperspace.
[ Rieve Selki (RS)]
Punching the coords for the regroup and escape, Rieve watches the various facilities explode, one after the other, pinpricks of light and then blossoming blooms of fire and debris. A sigh, and Rieve exhales but once before punching the lever to start the jump. Within a single blink, the Hapan has jumped from the scene of such carnage. There'll likely be reprisals, but such things are not to be pondered for now. Away the Hapan jumps...
[ Andan Qorbin (And)] The Rascal's Wager emerges from the swarm of enemy starfighters unscathed, a testament to Captain Andan Qorbin's expert piloting and the formidable firepower of the ship's twin turrets. The crew breathes a collective sigh of relief as they fly back toward the CEC Shipyards that orbit the planet of Corellia, their adrenaline still pumping from the intense battle. As they soar through space, Andan can't help but feel a sense of pride in the ship and crew that have proven themselves as some of the most skilled and formidable in the galaxy.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks to his crew, giving a self satisfied smirk over to Natalia on his left.
And then one of the CEC shipyard platforms explodes.
Andan's face falls flat as the light from the explosion fills the YT's cockpit for a matter of seconds, and fades away again.
He and Natalia both trade looks before he leans forward again and pushes the throttle forward. "That wasn't our fault. They didn't tell us to guard that thing."
"Did something blow up?" One of the gunners asks over the comms.
"Are we not getting paid?" The other gunner asks.
[ Bar'duur (bar)]
Receiving the call for withdrawl, Bar'duur starts punching in coordinates, while weaving and swaying his ship to avoid blaster fire. The computer emits a deep, buzzing 'erp-erp' sound each time he tries to punch in the coordinates and he's getting frustrated, trying to keep the ship moving. <"Reaper to Windrunner, requesting docking permission."> can be heard over the comms just as the tie Avenger angles toward the camiliar cr-90.
[ Aria Voss (Aria)]
Aria takes in a deep breath as she watches the battle unfold, her violet gaze switching between the flashes through the viewport outside and the quickly updating sensor panels all around.
"Captain, the Bleven Cove is moving to protect..." "Captain, shields are..." "Captain, gunnery reports..."
The reports from the various station roll in so fast they're almost white noise. So many updates from so many various systems, internal and external, all focused at a twenty-year old Zeltron who not that long ago had been an infamous party girl... not anything remotely close to a soldier or a ship captain.
"Captain, astrogation reports micro-jump calculations have completed."
Aria keys up her mic. << "Copy, Bleven Cove. Godspeed." >>
"Cailyn, get us out of here."
<< "Gunnery, cease fire. All personnel, prepare for jump to lightspeed." >>
"Captain, the Repear isn't in position for the jump. He's requesting docking permission."
<< "Reaper, we're swinging around to the jump coordinates. We'll drop the bay shields long enough for you to land. Make it quick." >>
"Coordinate the shield drop. As soon as he's in, I want us out of here."
And that is exactly how the CR-90 /Stellar Windrunner/ makes its exit. The hammerhead shape rotates through space, nimble for its size -- though there's a reason they're called Blockade Runners. With a flicker of the shields, the TIE Avenger slips through into the Corellian Corvette's small fighter bay, and nearly as soon as it has tucked down, the ship lurches into hyperspace.
