Log:First Order: Corellian Reminder
First Order: Corellian Reminder
OOC Date: March 29, 2018
Location: Space Near Corellia
Participants: First Order, Colin, Evie Leven, Grayson Oakfell as herself and NPC's, Lioria Thrace as herself and NPC's.
The mission is fairly simple and to the point. Word has come back to the First Order through the Spy Network that the Corellian Resistance freighters are smuggling out YT-1300 freighter parts to a bulk freighter on the fringe of the Corellian System. Their orders for this mission? Find the freighter convoy and eliminate the freighters carrying the illegal YT-1300 equipment. Leave those that are not carrying contraband alive and with a message to give to other who dare cross the First Order's laws.
Meanwhile, up in space, "Okay, Gray, so ..I know what you're thinking, and I'm telling you, the best way to learn how to fly is to just ..throw caution to the wind and /do it/." So says Starbucks (PB Paul Rudd) who is currently piloting the Psi 1, a pretty fly T/F, with Grayson in behind him. She's not happy. She is not. Happy. She's decked out in a TIE flightsuit, helmet and all, seated in the back with so many buttons and switches that mean nothing to her, "Oh yes, I am thinking that giving you a scalpel is the surest way for you to learn how to operate on a pulmonary embolism, oh, just throw this man into operation and he will just /know/." Starbucks and Grayson don't exactly get along. And Graysons current tone in her heavily accented voice makes that completely clear, though the small punch she delivers to the back of the seat makes that even clearer.
They may have dated a million years ago.
"HEY. Hey ..Gray, shavit, calm your tits, I just thought this would be a cool way to soak your toes, right? Geeze, it'll be easy. Just follow my lead and you'll be cool. I'm the one mainly doing the flying anyhow." There is no turning back, they're in space, ready to go, and Starbucks requested Gray as his co-pilot for this mission because he heard through the grapevine she was asking for someone to teach her to fly. What better way to win an ex over, right?! RIGHT?! "My tiddies are /calm/." Hiss. This flight is going to be so full of regrets, Starbucks can feel it deep down in his chest. Right where he knows Gray wants to sink that scalpel of hers, << Hey, this is Solar Dog 1, we are on course and keeping our peepers peel - ow, stop kicking my damn seat - peeled, last of the intel and scans said this a-way."
In the confines of his durasteel coffin, Colin cracks his necks as he lets the dim cabin of his TIE set the mood for whats to come. The flickering lights on the panel dance across the cockpit in a warm orange hue as he manually adjusts his speed to keep a smooth formation with his wingmen. "Solar Dog 1 huh? He must really be salty about that night.." He chuckles, keeping his comms closed until the last moment. "This is Flight Officer Colin. Solar dog 2?
A Lambda-class T-4a shuttle drops out of hyperspace behind the group. The classic three bladed ship is black as opposed to the stock white and gives the distinct old time Imperial feel. <<This is White Chick. The Starstream and I will be covering in case it's needed.>> she muses over the comms.
"Solar Dog 3 reporting in. We'll do a scan of the ships as the convoy goes out to see which ones are carrying the illegal parts. From there, we'll need to single out the ones carrying them and destroy them. It's imperative to not destroy ships that aren't carrying the illegal cargo." Solar Dog 3 states over the comms to everyone.
"Cripes, Gray .." Starbucks mutters, eyes scanning the field in front of his cockpit as he glances down to the scanners, << Everyone, to our seven o'clock, looks like our convoy is there, I count ... >> Grayson pipes up from the back, manning the scanner, "You have seven freighters, they look to be the ...Slayin and Korpeel ..Broadstar 600s?" << Seven broadstars, cripes, those things got some nasty weapons on them, they're fast, they're light and they will chew you to hell if you guys let 'em. Be careful. Move to intercept and engage, White chick and Solar Dog 2. >> So says Starbucks over the comms as he moves to alter the path of the ship to do as he said, moving to intercept, speed kicked up a bit, "All right, Gray, you wanna man a gun? Hey all that angry so-you-lied-to-me-Herald energy out on some real bad guys?"
The Broadstars are tiny piny pricks in the distance, moving at a good clip through space, intent on getting to their target in one piece, their formation tight. "Yes, do I get to fire /you/ with it?" "Woman, I am /in the ship with you/. No. No you don't. Geeze. It's been like /five years/." << Confirmed, Solar Dog 3, however if they're shooting at you, bring 'em down. Our goal will to leave at least one ship in limping home condition. >> Says Starbucks as he pilots, bringing the weapons online, "Hit the red and blue switch, Gray, give you control of /one/, and no ..it does not reverse shoot into the cock pit."
"Moving to intercept and engage." Colin stretches out a bit, powering his shield and moving them to the front of his TIE. Checking his weapons one more time, he confirms and makes them hot, ready to fire on the slightest squeeze of the trigger. Pulling up his scanner, he figures he might as well see what he can find out there for viable targets. "Running a scan to see what we're dealing with." A moment of radio silence follows, "We have 4 freighters carrying the parts, three are likely there for escort. Sending the scan results to your onboard computers..." The TIE zips closer to the seven ship.
TIE Fighters make one of the most awesome sounds in the galaxy when they go tearing off through the black depths of space. They have their targets. Now it's time to be precise and to cut them out of the equation without injury to the other ships. Unless they are bold enough to enage on behalf of those carrying the stolen YT-1300 parts.
"Solar Dog 3 is moving to enage as well. Solar Dog 2 and 4 keep your eyes peeled just in case their escorts are feeling froggy." Solar Dog 3 states. over the comms.
"Let the computer target, and then you just shoot. It's really easy, and if you can't get a lock in with the computer, well ..try it manually. Just try not to hit our guys, all right? You'll be fine." Starbucks says over his shoulder to his co-pilot Grayson who mutters softly as she very quickly tries to aquaint herself with the computer system used in the ship, "I have a /date/ I would like to be alive for tomorrow, Herald, so try not to be a complete and utter jerk and fly right." "What, like a date-date, or like ..a date with friends." Starbucks asks, trying not to sound overly curiously, but completely, "A very handsome man of adventure who is not a complete and utter liar." "Oh ..well ..geeze. Well, I can't compete with a /non-liar/." Groused as Starbucks flips on the comms, << All right ya'll, we gotta make sure Commander Oakfell makes it in *one piece* for her date tomorrow, lets light up the skies, try and divide and conquer. >> The 'one piece' was said in a nasally whiney voice, Starbucks rolling his eyes as he throttles the ship forwards, << Solar dog 1 is engaging, try and keep at least one in one piece. >>
The freighter pilots notice pretty quickly the group of pilots coming up on their tails, and Three Ships, the Escorts, pan away from their protected freighters which keep barelling forwards to try and make their target. The Escorts, Escort 1, 2 and 3, rear up and turn to face off with the intrepid FO group, << This is Captain Yogie, cease and desist, this is a transport of necessary medical goods. >> LIES. LIES! A warning shot from Escort one is blasted towards Sun Dog 1 and Starbucks yanks the yolk on the ship and careens out of the way, << Sundog 1 to other Sundogs and White chick, engage, engage. >>
As the TIE zips into range, Colin pulls hard to the left at the last moment, trying to pull off a maneuver where he fires during a small window of inertia change. Unfortunately the shot misses Freighter 1 as he pulls away and loops around for another attack run. "Need to shake off the Cobbwebs.." The pilot shakes his head and makes his way back into the pack to get another volley of shots off.
Breaking off from her pack, this speedy sun pupper drops down and keeps the speed ramped up -- almost as if she intends to skewer the miniature armada with her craft, before the former test pilot just bobs and weaves between enemy crafts and lets loose with her cannons. Bright green blasts leave her ship and slam into Freighter 1 with a deadly accuracy that she just didn't have about her the last time she was in the void. Looks like those lessons on space shootin' with Fuze have been paying off!
So it begins! The TIE Fighters start to engage the convoy. Solar Dog 3 strafes off to the right, trying to stay towards the middle of the group so that he can cover the maximum amount of space, but in doing so, he misses his shot completely. There's a mutter of something over the comms when the ship carry some of the stolen parts fires and hits his TIE, but it's unintelligble. Not his ship!
As Colin shoots at Freighter 1 and misses his shot, Escort 2 fires up it's guns to take a shot at Colin, the green shots careening through space to hit Colins ship right at the upper edge of his ship, the shot not damaging the ship heavily, but enough to be a wakeup call of sorts. Like, you know, ding ding, we're here and don't want you stopping out transport! Eat it, FO SCUM!
Escort 1 shoots at Solar Dog 3 and gets a hit, no doubt cheers going off in the freighters cockpits and a continued call to engage further and destroy those FO ships.
Escort 1, 2 and Three all speed forwards to cut off the FO ships, firing out and trying to get themselves engaged by the group so that the Freighters 1-4 can get away. A plume of smoke gaily drifts off of Freighter 1's left wing thanks to Evie, though it's still chugging along, << Guys, Sun Dog 1 here, focus on the freight carrying freighter, these guy are trying to slow us down but we want /none/ of those parts getting to where those buttholes want 'em. >> Says Starbucks over the comms, already gearing up to shoot.
As his first mission, he aint setting a good represenation of his skills, or at least from his perspective he aint. Moving to get a good shot, the eagerness to get a kill puts a damper on his piloting skill as he gets clipped from the side, sending his trajectory off and almost ending his life had that bolt been a few feet more accuracy. "Solar Dog 2 is hit, but still kicking... Colin banks hard to lose heat, but the heat is on him to actually do something productive this time around...
"C'mon guys!" Evie shouts in her cockpit, comms muted for just a second. "These are freighters, we're /fighters!/ You can do better than that!" Evie grumps a bit, but banks around hard and sends her craft into a controlled spin, dancing through the void and through the enemy crafts with the greatest of ease -- or at least, making it /look/ easy for the time being. She homes in on that first Freighter once again, << Roger that. Time to earn my callsign. >> Evie replies -- though echoed shots aren't /really/ why she's called Echo. Fingers squeeze and lasers fly, almost as if homing in on the enemy craft but striking true once again as her own craft dances out of the way.
<<You guys are doing a good job, try to keep the pressure on them.>> Solar Dog 3 comes over the comms as he gets his first good hit in on freighter number 4. That's when he takes a hit from Escort 2 and there's a sigh, "Well, if they want to die for them." he states.
"You heard that chick, Gray, c'mon, make some space fire!" Starbucks calls out back to Grayson who will slap her hands on the console which somehow magically gets it to work. PEW. PEW. Her shots go off and ...they come no where near hitting anything that even resembles a ship. They just go off. Into the darkness. "What in the world, Gray. Oh ..man, I ..I actually agree with you, this was a bad idea." Quickly Starbucks will fire off a shot as well, and he get sa hit on Evie's freighter 1, bringing it down, the ship exploding in a quietly exciting ball of fire, ship parts skewering everywhere, << Hey, hey, calm your beans, Solar Dog 4, don't be so harsh, it's all good, we good, just ..she's right guys. Hit more and - shavit! >> This time Grayson isn't kicking him, but Solar Dog 1 is getting hit, the left wing shot into which sends sparks flying inside the ship, "Shavit, shavit, sorry, sorry." Starbucks mutters. Freighters 2, 3, 4 are left, with Escorts 1-3 flying high.
Freighter 4 is smoking and sparking in the distance after Solar Dog 3 got a direct hit on it's engines, the ship slowing down as it's pilot and crew freak the eff out, the ships thrusters firing off so it can turn around and start engaging in the firefight, setting it's sights on Solar Dog 3.
Zipping back into action, Colin takes a deep breath and screams ahead. With the third freighter in view, he lines his shots and takes his sweet time, firing off two volleys that damage the hull and fries the communications antennae. "Finally, shit...." He murmers to himself with the comms currently not broadcasting. With his newfound momentum, he sticks to the freighter to inflict more damage.
"Guess who's back?!" she shouts at the cockpit, going right for that trigger once more. The first shot hits, smoking the engines of her second target. The second? Kinda sputters off and dies. ...this is why they don't recommend shutting your TIE off mid-flight, kids.
Solar Dog 3 is staring right back at freighter four that's got it's sight on him. <<Now we've got ourselves a good old fashion who can pull the trigger the fastest...>> he mutters. Then with two quick shots, there's the green bolts of energy that blast forward through the dead of space and then impact with the freighter, before it explodes into a shower of metal and other debris.
Meanwhile, back on the Starstream. There's a BB unit hooked into the system and a red helmeted woman in the captains seat. "R0, pick a target. And fire when ready." White Chick states as she just watches. She wasn't a TIE pilot. Nor was she a gunner. But her black and silver BB unit doots happily over the open comms and then there's a flash as a bolt of red enegy crashes into freighter two, disabling the ship, but not destroying it. <<Good shooting up there guys.>>
The Three Escorts are in full force, no one having taken shots at them, which is fair, they want those freighters DOWN. As Evie does her crazy maneouver the ships throttle forwards, the freighters carrying cargo forced to shudder to stops mid-air or crash into the woman, giving an opportunity for them to get attacked pretty neatly by all. Colins' shot ensures that Freighter 3 has no way of communicating with the other ships and so it banks off, suddenly finding itself out on it's own, a panicked pilot looking through the cock pit window to make gestures at the other pilots, trying to communicate how she can. But no dice. Freighter 2 gets it's butt kicked by Evie and Lioria, while 4 simply explodes, freighter 2 gently coasting in through the debris of Freighter 4, dead in space and floating off in a slow spin.
The Escorts immediately begin firing on the group, finding three successful shots out of five, one of which hits Graysons T/F, the Psi 1, her control panel frying as her gun is taken off line, the hit a hard one to the right side of the ship, sparks flying inside the cockpit, "HERALD!" Grayson screams out, her hands flying up to cover her face, the pilot, Starbucks, panicking, << Solar Dog 1 hit, hit, we still have weapons hot, keep going, bring down the last two, then we'll decide if we want to go up against the others or let 'em go home and whine! >> He very quickly reaches under his seat to draw out a fire extinguisher, shucking it back over his shoulder and holding it back for Gray, "GRAY. SPRAY US DOWN!!! I'M GOIN' IN." The extinguisher is taken with a yank by Gray who keeps her eyes closed as she begins to spray her console. SCHWOOOOSH.
Like a panther, stocking its prey, Colin's TIE sways side to side, lining up his piloting with the panicking freighter that tries throw him off with such erratic movements. BLAP BLAP BLAP! Bolts fly and strike true, as it blows the freighter to pieces. Zooming by, he misses the debris by a few feet, craving to wipe the sweat from his blow but unable to due to his helmet. "Freighter down, moving to engage one of the escorts next."
Of course, when you make yourself a target, it's going to make it that much easier to hit you. It's not like trying to dodge out of the way. So Evie was ready for that first blast of fire to slam into her craft, rocking in her seat as it does. "Yeah, yeah. I owed you /one./" she grumbles under her breath, before swooping back down into action. It looks like Colin -- or 'Trigger' as she's dubbed him -- has taken out one of the two freighters, the other one... well. They're not going anywhere fast. She could take it out and add to her kill count, sure... but those escorts don't want to play nice. Not yet. So it's time to fire off some warning shots... the kind that have teeth and bite into weapons. Focusing her attention in on the first escort, she weaves through the air mightily, almost as if she's going to play chicken... but fires off a couple of shots and swerves! ...although, it's more like, fire, swerve, fire, which is a good reason why the second shot sailed harmlessly into space. Still, the first shot? Looks like it did the job. << Solar Dog 4 to Solar Dog 1, these guys ought to know they're dead if we want them dead... recommending we demand those escorts surrender. >> ...maybe they'll give up if they think they can survive. << ...and if they do, Solar Dog 2, I'm prepared to enforce our orders. The escorts live to tell of our deeds, you hear me? >>
...nope, she hasn't forgotten.
Solar Dog 3 goes for the freighter that White Chick and her little mechanical dog have disabled. Because they have their orders. None of the ships with the illegal parts are too be left intact. The TIE fighter swings around and it blasts the disabled freighter to pieces before it rounds around quickly to see where else he is needed.
Back on the Starstream, R0-LY is dooting along as it sits on the floor of the cockpit near Lioria and targets one of the escorts ships, but sadly the shot goes wide, <<Sadly we're not too much help back here team. But you're shooting these guys out of the sky. Commander are you and Captain Starbucks alright?>> Lioria asks over the comms.
"Herald." "Yes Gray?" "Have I ever told you how much I utterly and completely hate you as an entire being?" "... A couple times, yeah." "Nothing has changed." The inside of the cockpit is filled with white, at least in the copilots area, the back of Starbucks head frosted white while Gray herself is just ..utterly displeased. She is a mess. Pushing up the visor on her helmet she will listen to the comms chatter and watch as ships are taken down and the world explodes around them in space, << Ahh ..good job, guys, you guys are great, yeah. Uh, let's see if we can talk those escorts into buggering off so they can talk about how crazy ya'll were." That's Starbucks speaking, and Grayson behind him is snorting softly, "You could not talk a feline into a box. Turn on the comms for broadcast to those Escorts. I will do this." "Yeah but you're real mean when you're angry and you-" "HERALD." Click. << Remaining enemy ships, this is Commander Oakfell of the First Order. You have one chance. Take it and turn your tails. You have seen the expert manners of our pilots and how easily they have culled your freighters down. >> Okay, maybe not so easily, but they made a damned good show of it. Graysons accent is thick but sweet, << I do not wish to have to fish your bodies from the debris so your families can be notified. >> She sounds very, very regretful if such a thing were to happen. There is silence from the ships, but then finally a young voice comms over the comms, female, << We're retreating, don't shoot us in the back. >> <<Wonderful. Do let your people know to stop transporting goods not approved. Or this will happen again. >>
The remaining ships limp away, all ships powering down their weapons, a transport beam secured against the disabled escort ship so it can be tugged away all slow and sad like.
And it was thus that the intrepid Solar Dogs, Colin, Evie, Solar Dog 3, Lioria and Starbucks (with Grayson sorta helping) accomplished showing the might of the FO.
Colin lifts his hands in the air in response to Evie, "What?! I am not a hot head! I wont blow these precious people up." He powers down his weapons and banks off to break formation for a well deserved return home. "Why does everyone think I can't follow orders?! The nerve!" The TIE speeds off in a hurry.
