Log:Drik: Dawn Patrol
A hodgepodge group of fighters and a Corvette respond to a distress signal from a convoy under pirate attack!
OOC Date: May 18, 2020
Location: Drikish System, Galov Sector, Outer Rim (East)
Participants: Zul Gradnk, Merek, Vena, Dyannah Nerus, Nova Korell, Ektor, Jax Greystorm, with Sajin and the bois from Yellow Flight
[Sajin]
The Galov sector was notorious for Pirate activity. It rested on the biggest and longest outer rim trade run there was. The lack of policing was a problem and it meant that there was plenty of good honest traders and smugglers to steal from. Drik was a free world, New Republic leaning but still independent thus far. It sold a lot of good that were likely stolen or pirated in their free markets with a very low tax rate... but it was lucrative and generally kept the pirates at bay. Until recently. Cassandra in her Nasty 13 had gone after the planet several times and their King, Sajin the Hapan, had repelled them time again with the help of friends. Now... it seemed she had redoubled her efforts.
Two E-wings, A SR-19, and a A4 Ywing apperate into real space responding to a distress beacon. THe GR-75 transports en-route to chandrilla had gotten ambushed, drawn out of their innitial jump far away from the planet and in the artifical well of an inderdictor. Carried upon a Cargo Countess, The Shimmering Lady, swarmed by a half squadron of Cutlass' and flanked by a Flight of Starwing Fighters... That was interesting. The assult gunboats were laying into one of five GR-75s, causing the shields to collapse and it to explode in a brillaint flash.
<<"KRIF ME! Silphur, vector in on that Bulk Freighter... The rest of you, let's chase those... Dang those things look cool.">> That was Sajin's voice over comms as the entered the field.
[Zul Gradnk]
Zul Gradnk blinks, flying in in her brand new HLAF, grinning as she wears her flight suit, lekku flailing as she squees <"Will do!"> she promises, laughing <"I wonder how this handles? I didn't get to use it yet!">
[Merek]
The ARC-170 Thunderbolt 2 comes from hyperspace into the sector, while it begins to fall into formation with whatever else is within the general area. Merek nods a bit to Kat while Sarmick and Fima are settled into guns. Gadget is placed in the astromech alignment while the pilot begins maneuvers, <"Taking defense position.">
[Vena]
Vena has no problem responding to distress beacons and doubly so if they are from around the planet that Sajin was from. The Y-Wing drops out of hyperspace and the Chiss looks over the field that is before them, <Got it. Commencing the chase your highness.> she states over the communications link before she punches it to get closer to the action quickly.
[Dyannah Nerus]
Scaling up into a Corvette is comparable to moving from a high class racing speeder to a heavy delivery truck. Neither the truck or the corvette take corners. The pink-faced captain Nerus pilots the craft, the bridge stacked with personnel and the best gunners that she knows of outside of Black Squadron. On the scopes an interesting array of ships is being tracked real-time and in projections.
"Jax, Moonbeam, I couldn't be happier than to have you along on this ride. It's going to be a fun ride," she announces over coms. "Send your status to my boards, buckle up!"
[Nova Korell]
In one of the dorsal quad-laser turrets, Nova Korell adjusts the tracking rate for the weapon and doubles the power flow input. "This gun is hot and ready, Dya. All we need now are some bad guys in range! Jax, you doing okay where you are?"
[Ektor]
<<Hey, King Drik, how you- HO DAMN, you ain't doing so good! Arright, here to rekk drek up, targeting the Starwings->> under his breath, Ektor adds, "Damn, those *do* look cool. Oh well, let's blow em up! Genius, throw auxiliary power to engines and give me deflectors double front. We got some ground to make up, yeah?" The orange glow of the recon bomber's nacelles flares brighter as Ektor races toward the fight. Grinning at the sensor readings, he noticed another Y-wing, and transmits to the attacking pirate craft, <<Hey, uh.. not to dismiss you all as a bunch of hacks or nothing.. but to everybody shooting at the giant space clams? We now have TWO wishbones inbound, and those are pretty much impossible odds, so.. you might wanna bug out, yeah?>>
[Jax Greystorm]
The every enigmatic and absent Cosair had recieved Dyannah's request to use the Kima to support Sajin. He had responded with a simple response: 'Don't blow up my ship and I believe you know where to stand while Captining her, Countess.'
Jax was standing on the bridge not far from Dyannah. Exine was with him as he was rolling up and down. "I'm here and I'm fine. Don't know how good a fighter jock will be at targeting solutions on a tubro laser." He says as he trying to work out a firing solution for the bulk freighter. He looks at Exine who is whinning. "Just pretend it's a hyperspace. We're just going to hit something for once."
[Sajin]
There isn't a responce from the Pirates except in visible hesitation at the sight of a Corevette, far more armed than a stock Starseeker, showing up to a party they just thought maybe four (good) but outnumbered fighters would show up to. No... there was force of mishmashed allies accompanying the King of Drik. Reguardless, the Cutlass' turned about to head after the fighters while the Starseekers kept on their targets...
[Zul Gradnk]
Zul Gradnk blinks as she catches up, firing the first shot at a Cutlass <"Right...."> she grins <"THOSE CANNONS WORK! And this thing turns amazingly!"> the comms are filled by cheering for a few seconds
[Merek]
Merek begins firing upon the cutlass that Zul is, while his gunners begin firing upon it as well. There's a strike on the shields that manages to strike the hull, while the man begins to adjust the flight path while he nods a bit, "Nice."
[Vena]
Vena is heading for one of the cutlasses, hoping to help clear one off the roster of ships so they'd be facing one less enemy. But it out maneuvers her shot and the Naval Officer growls, "You stay still when I'm firing at you!" she hisses. Then she's starting to follow again, someone had angered the ancient Chiss.
[Nova Korell]
"Engaging. Looks like there's plenty to go around," Nova says, swinging the quad-laser around to fire on one of the Star Wings, fighting the sluggish mount's traverse lag. Who designed these things?
The mount isn't fast enough, and her shots narrowly miss. "I'd suggest some adjustment on these weapons next time this ship's in port. They're too slow to handle fighters, even though they're frelling /designed/ for that!"
[Ektor]
Ektor's heavy fighter charges fast and hard for the (bad) pirate gunboats. It's a brash maneuver that puts the pirates briefly onto the defensive. <<GET EM,>> he advises loudly, before adding, <<Hey, I know that big boat- Captain Pink! Hey, fancy seeing you out here, yeah? Say, if you got any real killer gunners on board, can they turn them nice big guns of yours and just.. REKK up that freighter with the no-fly bubble on it?>> What he lacks in communication skills, he makes up for in behind a flight stick, as the old warhorse of a Y-wing is guided through a swift strafing run that hammers the shields of each of the 3 Starwings, in rapid succession. "Drek," he curses as the enemy bombers hold on target.
[Jax Greystorm]
Jax hears the brief cheer of Zul in her Hlaf 500, <Don't get cocky. Keep your eyes open.> He then looks back to Exine, "You don't see how there the same?" Jax says as he gets a firing solution. "FIne. I don't have tiem to explain the difference. Can you help cross link all four of the twin tubro lasers? What do you mean you can do it but my firing soultion is dumb." Then Jax fires the turbo laser and on one set hits. "Alright, Alright. It's not a X-wing." He then turns on his com, <How you doing down there Moonbeam? My R2 just informed me I'm not flying a X-wing.>
[Sajin]
Sajin angles in on one of he Starwing, one of his heavy canons ripping through the shields but not quite taking it down. Mekil is having a field say in his Wyvern, Quish is doing alright in the other E-wing but isn't getting the hits he needs. As the Concussion missles impact against the shields of another GR-75, the King does some math. (lol like he could do math.) <<"I don't get it... it's just Lavander trees on those ships... and some other misc stuff... they gota see they're outmatched here.">> Indeed it was a connundrum. Foss makes a good run with the ions of the freighter but does nowhere near the damage that the Kima can in nocking down the shields. Sajin takes a hit from one of the Culasses, Buckets berrating him over it. "Geez... I know!"
[Zul Gradnk]
Zul Gradnk blinks, firing two shots towards a Cutless, missing it by a mile "Maybe I should get those centered?" she wonders, looking at it, wincing as an alert shows up "And.... I need to get this fixed."
[Merek]
Merek maneuvers the ship while he begins to evade away from the cannon on the cutlass, then he pulls on the throttle while he pitches the ship, then fires all the weapons on the Thunderbolt into one of the ships, the shields down then the blasts of the cannons blasting the ship into pieces.
[Vena]
Vena's humming to herself as she goes about this business. The red eyes glowing in the cockpit of the fighter taking in enemies as she tries to make the best decision on which one to fire on. She finally makes the decision that any of them will work and fires on another Cutlass. It's a hit at least!
[Dyannah Nerus]
The big ship (it's all relative to a freighter captain) responds quickly to controls. They had been working on optimizing engines and systems on the ship for the last year or so. *The Kima* maneuvers into position for another salvo on the *Shimmering Lady*. Split targeting on Star Wings and the cargo countess, as well..
"A war of attrition, people," Dyannah comments. "Keep it up and we'll give them something to holoproject home about."
[Nova Korell]
Nova keeps up the fire. "Terrible, Jax. This anti-starfighter weapon doesn't seem to want to hit actual starfighters," she replies, somehow managing to graze one of those Gunboats. "Still trying to up my rate of attrition, captain, but the weapon's not cooperating."
[Ektor]
Ektor is in hot pursuit of a hostile bomber that remains laser focused on its target, despite the pounding he is giving its shields. Meanwhile, a Cutlass is hot on the tail of his Y-wing, which in turn remains laser-focused on its target, despite the pounding it is giving his shields. "Hey, Genius- what's the phrase for when life goes around in a circle? I can't remember- no lie, it was 'circke of life'? I was THAT close?? Hell." Taking his frustrations out by way of pouring cannon fire into the lead pirate assault fighter, he sees the shields collapse and his lasers begin scoring the hull, causing the (bad) pirate to lose their nerve and break off their missile run. <<HA. Never get into a staring contest with a Tion, Hutt-suckers! We will poke you in the eye and MAKE you blink!>>
[Jax Greystorm]
Jax looks at Dyannah, "Nice positioning. This should be Corellian Spice cake." Then Jax lines up another shot and fires and again only one set of turbo laser connect. THere's a laugh from Exine. "Alright, this is harder than the gunnary officers make it look. Not sure how I missed." There's a head shake, <<"I feel you Moombeam. Being a fighter pilot does not translate to a Gunnery officer.">>
[Sajin]
Mekil in the Wyvern and Sajin in the E-Wing are a great team, as they blast down the shields on the second STarwing in the Flight. One Cutlass has landed back on the Countess, out of the fight due to Damage... and there are only 4 left as one Merek blasted out of the skies. Foss aparently has some trouble with the targeting computer as his blue ions go wide. things are looking grim for the pirates as Damage starts to mount on the countess and the engineers can't seem to get the shields back up at all. THe Starwings, having been scared off the Transports now go after Big Mama's threat, the Starseeker Corvetter they weren't expecting. Concussion missle locks start to show up on the bridge sensors... the Starwings getting closer.
[Merek]
Merek pulls on the throttle while he spins from the cannons that strike along next to the ship. With that, he begins maneuevering up into position while all cannons open fire on the starwing, with one of them managing to strike from the turret, into the cockpit of the starfighter.
[Vena]
Vena's going with the flow for the moment, taking shots where she can get them. She's leaving all the fancy flying out of the plan over trying to get enemies down quickly. So far it's going alright. That doesn't mean it couldn't go south really quick and she tries to remember that.
[Dyannah Nerus]
"We are closing in for a last round of salvos. Should I say 'me hearties', Jax?" The targeting computer for the newly re-slaved dual lasers beeps when the orange brackets indicate optimum firing range and position. "Here goes, three salvos leave the cargo Countess limping and trailing debris. [Nova Korell]
"Jax, Captain, we've got a problem... actually, /two/ problems, and they're both coming down our collective throat! Star Wings, making torpedo runs!" Nova shouts, adjusting her aim. This time the ridiculously sluggish turret doesn't have to compensate for lateral motion: The AAG is boring straight in at the corvette. Nova's two double-volleys spear into the ship's engines, blasting apart the assemblies and igniting volatile fuel, turning the streaking fighter into a fireball! "Scratch one, at long last!" Other quad-laser turrets open fire on the remaining Star Wing, narrowly missing. But it's likely that fighter's days are numbered.
[Ektor]
Ektor banks the recon bomber to keep on the trail of the Starwings. "Rekking Hutt-sucking Sienar pieces of.." he mutters to himself as the Old Imperial assault ships start to threaten the corvette. <<Has anybody called dibs on the scrap that's left of these birds, after we're done shooting them up? Cause if not, can I do that?>> He hoots in good cheer as the Kima blasts the pirate carrier up to and then past the edge of annihilation. <<Yeah, Kima: rekk em rough!>> A lazy cackle breaks out as one of the corvette's quad turrets bisects the second Starwing. <<Okay, not for nothing? I wanna buy that gunner a drink. Kima, who was that gunner?>>
[Jax Greystorm]
As the actual gunners take over from Jax. Jax sits back and starts to work on a firing solution. Exine meanwhile is not happy to be on a ship that is getting fired on and Jax isn't doing a kriffing thing about trying to dodge. So he's squawking in Jax ear, "Yes Exine, I know they're firing at us. NOva's handling that. I'm trying to shoot the really Bulk Freighter so our people can escape." He chuckles, "Fancy yourself a pirate queen now after that last mission? If Spike was here he'd tell you aye. I'd tell you to offer any survivors a chance to surrender and pick up." Jax says pulling the trigger. <Fancy shooting there MoomBeam. I hear he's got a fancy bottle of brandy.>
[Sajin]
The Starwings move into formation to unleash a volly of their large paylod of concussion missles on the Kima, except the old ARC-170 moves in for a devistating blow. Starwing 1 explodes in a brilliant flash as one of the old Clone Wars fighter's turret gunners rips into it. The Kima sinks it's big teeth into the unarmed freighter and as it explodes, debris flying every which way as the ship breaks apart. Sensors indicate the interdictor field goes off line. As soon as that happens the slow convoy of GR-75s break and run to hyperpace leaving nothing left for them. In that time Sajin's heavy canons ripped into S3, turning into nothing... Nova's Quad turret evaporated Starwing 2, ending their unwise attempt at a bombing run on the Kima.
The Cutlasses, what was left of them (only 4) scatter and run for a Hyperspace route. They steak off as Yellow Flight chaces them down, red canons missing the weak yet nimble craft.
Then there was nothing. Silence and debris. Frozen depresurized dead bodies and scrap. <<Thanks guys... that... wow. That was really impressive...">> There is mention of scrap, "You all can totally have at he scrap as a reward. Thank you, all. I'll send you medals.">> Yellow Fligh moves into formation... <<"Oh and first rounds on me back on world. C'mon!">>
[Merek]
Merek maneuvers away from the debris, while he takes the time to align in flight position, <"We copy."> Then he nods a bit, "Great work, team." The man pilots away to take position with the escort as well.
[Nova Korell]
<That's me you owe a drink to, Ektor,> Nova coms from the turret. <Not a bad show out there yourself. We'll have to meet later so I can collect.> She turns to watch the retreating Cutlasses, no doubt even now considering changes in career.
[Ektor]
<<Ha! MOONBEAM. I shoulda known it was you- in fact, I *did* know it was you, and nobody can prove I didn't. Yanno.. other than asking who it was, just now, but that was just a test. Give me a holler, yeah? Got some of the good stuff with your name on it, yeah?>> Ektor rambles lazily. Over public comms. Because he's a professional.
