Log:Leaving D'qar

Leaving D'Qar

OOC Date: 11/13/2018
Location: Resistance Base, D'Qar
Participants: Sar Yavok Gren Delede Triz Dermout David Ironside Flint Nimbox(PB Hazar Jast) The_Resistance

IT'S TIME TO GO. Things were going well, the evacuation was chugging right along, the Raddus was ready to receive it's cargo, but then... the Resistance was looking down the barrel...of the Finalizer.

It was no secret that the First Order knew their location. After all, it was not very long ago Starkiller Base was intent on wiping them out, once and for all, but they were supposed to have more time...

The air raid sirens scream to life as TIE bombers howl over-head. The D'Qar base is being rocked by explosives, and it's looking like the end may finally be here.

Sar Yavok, dressed in an old A-Wing flightsuit is sprint/limp-ing his way to the hangar. "Delede! Where are you!? We gotta get birds in the air, now!" <repose>

Gren, for his part, is actually in the cockpit of an X-wing already. One marked Blue 4. "In here, getting her warmed up," He's got a borrowed astromech slotted in behind the cockpit. His flying might not be tiptop, as his right arm is in a light bacta cast, but it can still manage a throttle. Hopefully. <<All available pilots. This is a scramble, people. Get in the air, and defend the base. I repeat, get airborne, assholes.>> He leans out of his open cockpit to shout at Sar. "Kelton was puking his guts out after the party. Take his ship, and meet me up there, Yavok!" He leans back inside of his fighter, and activates his repulsors. The cockpit is closing as he glides out of the hangar, and punches his engines.

Pulling on her helmet as she already has a foot on the ladder to climb up on her X-Wing, Triz has her game face on. Deadly serious. Once complete she is settling down in her cockpit, straps pulled on as her BB unit begins to power up Red 1. Strapped in, she looks at the data being displayed as the craft comes to life <<Red One powering up. Red Squadron report in when ready.>> Weapons - check, shields - check, engines - check. "All set, Tin?" She asks and gets a series of beeps and squawks in return, causing a grin to form. As the orders come from Gren Triz just takes off, leaving a wake of hot gases in her wake.

When the sirens start blaring, David Ironside picks up the pace. He was carrying medical supplies to a transport, which he promptly hands off to soldier. Sprinting to the hangar, he stops only to dodge Blue 4 before hopping into the fighter designated Blue 2. His droid is still there from the scouting run they did earlier, so there's that. <<Blue 2, reporting in. This is Ironside.>> The repulsorlifts gently carry the craft out of the hangar and it immediately shoots for the sky when it's clear to do so.

One of those running to the hangar is young pilot Flint Nimbox. Fearless Flint flings on his helmet as he tears ass towards his X-Wing, leaping nimbly onto the ladder to climb into the cockpit, "You ready for this, R2?" There is a series of beeps from the droid. The human replies to it with, "That's for sure." The young man gets himself situated in the cockpit, pressing buttons, flipping switches and moving levers as the canopy comes down. The ship smoothly hovers it's way out of the hangar and then launches into the air. <<Red *STATIC* reporting in. Let's go get these suckers!>>

Sar Yavok nods to Gren and makes his way to the aforementioned ship, marked Blue 6. He climbs in, along with Rexie, his trusty R3. "Yeah, yeah - I know you were designed for capital ships, Rex; but...just figure it out, alright?" he says to the protesting astromech.

Blue 6 tears out of the hangar, corkscrewing into the sky.

TIE bombers, accompanied by Interceptors, are continuing their runs. If they keep at it for much longer, there won't be anything left to evacuate.

<<Blue Lead airborne. Focus on the bombers. We'll make a pass, and see what shakes loose.>> Gren's X-wing shudders as shrapnel from a nearby bomb exploding punches through his hull. "Shit. Anything critical hit?!" He shots over his shoulder at the unnamed R4 unit. He doesn't seem to hear the negative bloop as he twists into the air, and fires a quad burst into the bottom of a TIE Bomber as he passes through the formation on an upward trajectory. The First Order ship shudders, and heels over. It slams into the top of a hardened hangar and explodes. <<Stay close, Blue Squadron.>>

Red 1 streaks upwards and as Triz deploys her S-Foils there is a TIE Bomber right there. She only has time to snap off a quick shot, missing the bomber but causing it to swerve messing up it's run. <<Red Squadron, take out the bombers.

Keep a check on your six for the interceptors>> Then on the ship's coms "Tin, compensators to 25. Shields sixty percent rear." The droid answers with beeps as it goes to work. She snap rolls back to the fight, lining up one of the bombers.

<<On it, Blue Leader. About to have a shot at this bomber dead ahead>> David replies as his targeting computer comes up. It locks onto the bomber's signature, beeping rapidly until it turns into a singular beep. David squeezes the trigger on the control stick gently, letting loose several bolts into the Bomber's rear. They explode violently on its surface, enshrouding it in thick smoke. It doesn't fall, though, as the two interceptors escorting it break off and come around. <<Direct hit, target still up. I'm about to be in trouble.>>

"Oh boy! Our first taste of the action, R2! We're going to be great!" Fearless Flint calls to the droid riding behind him on his X-Wing. His ship dives right into the fight, flying straight for the enemy even as his S-Foils lock into attack position. His crosshairs line up on a bomber and he squeezes the trigger on his contol stick, sending bolts of energy straight at the First Order vessel! The bomber disintegrates in a flash of flame which Flint flies his ship through, in a hurry to get another kill. <<Scratch one bomber!>>

Two of the bombers are down, but the skies are full of TIEs, still. Thirteen more enemy combatants, to be specific. They're howling furiously, intent on doing what they came to do.

Below, another sortie of bombs are dropped. A few unmanned X-Wings go up in flames and send shrapnel into unsuspecting groundcrew.

"Get me a lock, Rexie!" Sar shouts, pulling back hard on his stick and flying straight up into the air. <<Yavok to all; focusing on the interceptors. I've got your backs,>> he says as he jams the throttle backwards and flips into a steep fall. Throttling up slowly once more, his targetting computer beeps to life and he squeezes the firing nub, sending a hail of bolts into the cockpit of one of the interceptors. It's fuel stores are ignited and it explodes right then and there.

Delede is forced to juke, and then roll over and haul around, avoiding an Interceptor that's decided it'd like to eat him for lunch. Blue Leader's pilot fights g-forces, and green blaster bolts stitch the air around his cockpit, but none find their mark. A TIE Bomber begins to cross his nose for a brief moment, and the former Imperial pilot uses his thumb to switch fire control to dual lasers, and fires a nice deflection burst that punches through his target's s-foil, and into its bomb storage. The explosives cook off, and it ceases to exist...very loudly. <<Thanks for the cover, Yavok!>> A slow smile. Scratch two.

Her dive brings up one of the Bombers right in her sights. Lining it up she deftly avoids shots coming at her from one of the Interceptors and then fires into the bomber right before it fired on the base below. A fireball is all that is left as Triz flies through it, pulling back on the stick, exhaust scorching the tops of the trees she skims right over. <<Red Squadron, you heard the man. Go after the Interceptors>> she calls out on the comms. Twisting her nimble fighter, wing over wing, she spots a pair going after another X-Wing and dives in <<Red Four, break right!>> And as Red Four does Triz arrows towards the leading TIE.

Spinning the craft around, David corkscrews the X-Wing to dodge the interceptor fire. Ending up nearly on the surface and upside down, he pushes the control stick forward. The pursuing interceptors are forced to break off their chase, and David comes up behind the smoking bomber again. "Hello there.." he mutters as he squeezes the trigger for a single kill. As he passes through the debris, a green flash rocks his craft from behind. The interceptors are back. <<This is Blue 2. Scratch one bomber, there's two interceptors on my tail.>>

<<Got it, Red Leader!>> Flying in a corkscrew to shake an interceptor off of his tail, Flint Nimbox narrowly avoids some lasers that threaten to plow into his X-Wing. "Let's get this guy off our tail, R2!" Then it's time for some fancy flying as Flint rapidly slows down and twists his ship to the side, letting the interceptor that nearly took him out get ahead of him instead. "I've got you now!" Flint exclaims as he achieves a target lock and lets laser bolts fly into the rear of the enemy fighter. They strike one of the curved wings and blow a hole through it, but the TIE Interceptor is still flying, taunting Flint by failing to explode.

<<That's all the bombers! Good work, everybody!>> Sar shouts over comms, apparently elated to be behind the stick of a fighter again. It's been a long, long time. <<Keep it straight, Blue 2. Heading for assist. Delede, care to join me?>> he remarks, and assist he does. Diving towards David's ship, Sar looses a fusillade into the tail of one of Ironside's pursuers, before dropping down and spinning out of the way.

<<You talk to much, Yavok!>> Gren calls back, before hauling around and pushing his throttle forward. He's able to intercept the last Interceptor on David's tail rather neatly, and skewer it's cockpit with a quad burst of red laser fire. What's left of the pilot isn't punching out any time soon. <<You're clear, Two.>> Green laser fire passing his canopy from his aft quarter has him sighing...<< I'm not. Little help, Dave?>> He has to swerve at the last moment as a transport shuttle climbs up from below and passes -way- too close. "Goddamn bus drivers!"

Again Triz easily avoids any fire coming her way. She lines up a TIE Interceptor and with a quick shot it explodes littering the forest below. She pulls up the stick and does a tight loop to bring her back into the fight <<All Clear Red Four,>> she tells the other pilot as she is already scanning for her next target. Linning up another TIE to go down in flames.

<<Thanks for the assist, Blue Leader and Blue 6. I'm coming around on your tail, Major.>> David swings around the transport. They're clearly just doing their part, but do they have to do it right in the middle of a battle? David comes up behind the interceptor and lets loose with the lasers. The pilot is not a rookie, apparently, deftly dodging the red blasts while remaining on Blue Leader's tail. David doesn't stray from his target though, either. <<No hit, Blue Leader.>>

The guy dogfighting with Flint turns rapidly and gets his thrusters skimmed by a shot from Flint Nimbox's blasters, but the X-Wing doesn't manage to finish off the enemy pilot. Instead, another Interceptor comes in from Flint's side and the man has to twist his X-Wing away and down towards the ground. There's a narrow miss with the top of a barracks building before Nimbox pulls back on the stick and lifts the nose of his ship back into the sky only to find that his attacker is still on him. << I've got one glued to me. I don't think I can shake him.>>

"Blow it out your ass, Delede," Sar remarks with a grin. He tips the stick forward and slips beneath an incoming transport that gets rocked by a barrage of blaster fire a few moments later. Sar looks back over his should as best he can and says, "Rexie, lock on that one." Yavok grunts as he pulls into a tight turn and blasts the transport's assailant out of the sky. Instant Karma.

While the bombers are down, the Interceptors are taking over the roles as best as they can. They're not worried about the X-Wing, no; they're focused on doing as much damage to ground forces as possible. And they're doing a darn fine job.

<<Got it, Two.>> Gren cuts throttle for a brief moment, and his ship shudder as it slows in atmo. But, it's enough for the Interceptor on his tail to overshoot. Delede punches the throttle and pulls the trigger. It takes off some armour, but his target keeps flying. "Lucky bastard.." <<Protect the transports, Two.>> Lead sticks to his target like stench on a Yavok.

<<On the way, Red Six>> Triz answers as she swoops her ship up and over the base. A quick dodge of fire from the starboard that came way to close, she still lines up on the Interceptor that has her Squadron mate lined up. A pull of the trigger sends her lasers into the TIE, causing it to careen out of control and impact in debris and fire on the grounds below <<All clear, Red Six. Lets get back into the fight>>. She does just that pulling a near impossible turn, causing her to grunt under the forces, to bring her and her ship back into the fight.

<<You got it, Blue Leader.>> David corkscrews out of the path, giving a thumbs-up to Gren as he passes him. "There's one, R2.." He spots an interceptor ready to do damage to a transport. Lead him.. lead him.. Let loose! David squeezes the trigger. There's no hits, though, but the TIE has to abort its run and let the transport pass undamaged.

<<NEED ASSIST, TIE ON OUR T->> One of the transports goes up in flames, the cargo ramp tearing off and sending soldiers flying out of the back to their dooms.

The TIE swoops valiantly past it, en route to its next target, but it's stopped short as a quad-burst tears through the canopy. The unmanned fighter slowly spins down to the ground and explodes.

<<Scratch one more. Looks like we're almost out of the woods. Keep it up,>> Sar says, turning his eyes to his scanners.

Gren's not been able to get a clear shot on his target. His X-wing has been spraying single blasts at the Interceptor's aft section, and slowly stacking up enough grazing shots to knock out an engine. And then a second. The less than aerodynamic Imperial fighter veers off, and drops into the side of a mountain.<<That's another...reform over the base, when we're clear.>> That kill took entirely too long, and he's forced to turn his snubfighter around, and burn for home, since that's where a lot of the transports are.

<<No worries, Red Six. Lets just get back into the fight>> Triz says with an almost chuckle in her voice. As she climbs for a bit more altitude... "Tin, check the screens, twelve high. Is that what I think it is?" And sure enough on her screen she spots more TIEs inbound <<All flights, Red One. We have inbound boggies twelve high sector Alpha Six. Red One is in pursuit>> She pulls up on her stick and the X-Wing with the Corellian flag painted under neath the cockpit begins to climb. She fires all four of her lasers. Each striking the lead TIE but the damn thing doesn't go up! < I don't know what these guys are but they are gonna be a bitch to kill.>>

David has kept tabs on the interceptor gunning for the transport. Coming up from behind the transport, the TIE is getting some good hits on it, but the shield seems to be holding. A piece of it's hull drops and bounces off David's cockpit. "Good thing the shields are up, huh R2?" The targeting computer emits the now familiar single beep, indicating a full target lock. Squeezing the trigger, the TIE ends up flying right into David's barrage of laser fire, spinning out and crashing onto the training ground at the base. <<Blue 2 here, scratch another interceptor.>>

Now that there's nobody about to blow him up Flint Nimbox can focus on shooting TIEs. But what's that? More enemies incoming? << I see them, Red Lead. I'll cover you.>> Then Flint proceeds to do just that, sending blasts lancing towards one the fast approaching enemy vessels. The TIE manages to get out of the way of Fearless Flint's ferocious fusillade with frustrating finesse.

Triz was correct. There are bad boys heading their way. The TIE/sf is a force to be reckoned with, as any Resistance pilot knows. Stronger, faster, and better equipped than their GCW counterparts, they can tear apart an untrained squadron in no-time.

A gaggle of transports has launched and are heading for the Raddus, but they're unprotected and unarmed.

Sar swings in and lights up the remaining interceptor before circling around and falling on Triz's wing. <<Yavok to Red Leader, I'm with you.>>

<<Piss. We've got to get these transports to Raddus. Red, you're closer...lead the way>> A pause, as Blue Leader's ship shudders, green laser fire sparking against his shields.<<Blue Squadron'll play rearguard.>> Gren glances at his scopes, and frowns. He has ground to cover, and he's got a TIE/sf trying to crawl up his ass. "Shunt shields to engines until we've caught up with the transports." This order is given to his R4. despite the fact that another barrage of laser fire slips up close to his shields, and causes them to weaken further. A TIE/sf making a strafing run on the rear transport passes his guns, and receives a quad burst. Delede steps on his rudder, and swings his nose to follow it, though he doesn't immediately give chase. "Mark that target at Arse 2, droid."

The return fire from the new boys is intense. Triz's shields light up as she tries to jink her way from the fire. <<Thanks, Sar. Gonna need some help with these guys>> she says through clinched teeth. "Screw it, Tin. Shields all forward. We are going in." and she does just that. The X-Wing heads right for the one she has already tagged once. Four more lasers lash out and engulf the TIE. This time it erupts as bits fall off and it tears it's self apart. "Whoo Hoo!" she cheers in her cockpit.

<<This is Blue 2. I've seen these guys at Takodana, they can fire backwards, so heads up.>> Dodging said backwards defensive fire, David lets loose a few bolts. They strike the target and light up its shields. <<They're also very resistent. Direct hit. No apparent damage, shields holding.>>

Twisting his ship into a corkscrew Flint narrowly avoids taking a hit from a TIE/sf. He returns fire, launching bolts at the First Order fighter! As the rounds go wide Nimbox frowns and turns his ship to follow, "These guys are good, R2. Keep an eye out so nothing sneaks up on us." In his vessel Flint strains against the forces of gravity as he pulls back on the stick in a struggle to get an enemy in his sights again.

<<Copy that, Blue Leader; staying on the transports,>> Sar says, spinning out of the way of an incoming barrage. With fixed cannons and a turret, those TIEs can lay down a lot of fire. Sar whips into positition next to one of the shuttles and fires a burst toward one of the sf's, only managing to make the thing's shields flicker a bit.

The transports burst through atmo, but they've still got a long way to go until they reach the Raddus. One of the TIEs swoops in to make a run against them, and sends one of them careening into the one beside it. Both of them tear apart, spacing their supplies and crew.

<<Arseholes driving the busses? Don't make the job easier for them!>> This is shouted over the comms as an angry Delede is forced to dodge debris from the dying pair of transports. He's able to continue tracking his original target, though. Another burst tears through the TIE/SFs shields, and slams into an engine. It slows the target, and forces the pilot to reassess their current attack run. The turret is still spitting fire at Blue Leader, though. And he's still successfully evading it.

Triz drives her X-Wing right through the formation of TIEs. Blast past one's on the left and the right. A quick shot at the tail end Charlie is taken but between the other pilot's flying and her own closing speed she clearly misses. << I'll try to keep their attention while the shuttles get to the Raddus>> she says right before she flips her ship in a one eighty and heads back to the TIEs as they close in on the rest of the Resistance evacuation ships.

Having warned his fellow pilots about the swivel turrets on these fancy TIEs, David keeps focusing on the one he's chasing. Dodging left and right, it's hard to get a good lock on. When he does try, his inaction is immediately punished by the TIE's gunner, resulting in a massive hit on the X-Wing's nose. "R2, shields?" Some beeps indicate the shields are still up. "Good, let's return the favor." Taking advantage of the TIE's apparent resolve to hold fire in the aftermath of the effective hit it just delivered, Dave gets to return fire finally, striking the TIE just left of the cockpit. "Their shields have to be down by now, right?" he wonders aloud as the dogfight continues.

"NO! Damn it!" Yells Flint Nimbox as he watches the transports go up. He grows in focus and intent as he struggles to bring a TIE/sf into his sights. His X-Wing whips nimbly to the side when blaster bolts come his way avoiding the hit with ease. Slamming his control stick to the side he lines up his shot and unleashes a quad blast from his weapons that smash into the shields of the TIE/sf. "These guys really are tough!"

These fighters are relentless. Continuing their strafing runs, they pop another transport and fall back once more, taking shots against the X-Wings as they come.

The shuttle that Sar was flying alongside goes up in a ball of fire, sending chunks of durasteel and whatever else flying towards Blue 6. Yavok avoids the worst of it and manages to only scuff his paint a little. He fires a return volley, but it just barely flies wide. He grunts.

Delede's gotten perhaps a little too focused on killing his primary target. A final quad burst tears into the second engine, and sends the two-seater TIE tumbling off, and finally exploding. <<And down goes another...>> Gren reports grimly, just in time to be rocked by a solid burst of TIE laser fire. The craft just finished a strafing run on a the exploding transport, and it's gunner was able to peg Gren's starfighter. The droid in the back starts to lose it's little mind as the shields are trashed. "Calm down, and get those fixed, you hunk of scrap!" He really has never enjoying flying with an astromech.

Again the little X-Wing is rocked as more hits are taken but Triz is trying to draw off the TIEs as much as shoot them down. Wisps of smoke start to fill the cockpit as the odor of burning plastic gets more pronounced. With no hope of actually hitting anything she fires into the direction of the TIEs and yells, even though they can't hear her "Over here you bastards!" She wiggles her wings and gives obscene gestures to the TIEs. Anything to try to distract them.

David, encouraged by the direct hit and the droid's confirmation of the shields being down, takes advantage of the still intact lock by blasting off a couple of red laser bolts at his target again. They strike the TIE in the left wing, a small fire starting as it slants away from its main target, one of the transports. "It's not going to last much longer R2.." Smoke fills the air around the X-Wing as David continues to give chase. Soaring along through the battle, debris appearing all around him as ships explode, Flint Nimbox holds tightly to the stick, zipping past obstacles in his attempt to bring down one of the enemy aces. A bolt of energy strike the front of his shields, barely grazing them, and Nimbox returns fire at the TIE that tagged him. His bolts start to do the trick, taking out the enemy's shields. "You're mine!" Flint yells into the cockpit.

Another shuttle goes up in smoke! It's not looking good!

Sar's ship is rocked as a chunk of durasteel rips through the side. Rexie starts screaming!

"Yeah, yeah; I hear you! Decompressing!" He paws at his belt and pulls his mask up, clipping it onto his helmet and tapping a few commands into the life support box on his chest. <<Sar to all; lost oxygen. Flying time is limited.>> With the air gushing out of his cockpit, it's hard to track a target, so he only manages to score a glancing blow against his quarry.

<<You're first in line for landing, Yavok>> Gren replies, weaving through space, and barely avoiding having his cockpit blasted open, and his body vaporized. Instead, he loses about a quarter of an s-foil, along with a laser cannon. Th droid continues to scream like a maniac, and the old pilot struggles to shut it out. His return fire barely grazes the TIE. <<Two, are you good back there? We need to kill this asshole.>>

Able to dodge the return fire causes Triz to loose target lock on the TIE she has been chasing. Out of the corner of her eye she sees another shuttle go up and grimaces. <<Get to the ship, Sar. You can't do any more,>> she nearly commands. She still tries to lead off the TIEs from the refugees, for that is what they have become, as they scramble to get to the Raddus.

The TIE in front of him slants further and further around its own axis. << I.. I'm not sure how good this is, Blue Leader.>> He swivels along, dodging blasts fired by the defiant FO gunner. <<It seems to be spinning out, but not exactly out of control. It's definitely no trouble for the transport anymore, though!>> Alarmed beeps from his droid, the spinning and swiveling caused the lock to be lost. And right when David shot, too. "Dammit, re-establish that lock R2."

They'll get him sooner or later.

Swerving his X-Wing to avoid incoming fire with a maneuver that makes it look easy, Fearless Flint pulls his ship back around to try to line up on his enemy. It's a struggle, the other pilot is quite good, but Flint manages to get the tell-tale long beep on his targeting computer and pulls the trigger on his control stick. Four beams lance out, one from each s-foil, smashing into the TIE/sf's wing and nearly tearing it off the ship. "That'll teach you to pick on unarmed shuttles!"

Another shuttle down. The TIE fighters are tearing them apart, but they aren't getting away scot-free.

A Tie manages a lock on Sar and peppers him with a few bolts, sending his shield a'flickerin'. "Get to work, Rexie," he instructs his droid before pulling off to catch a lock on his quarry. "There you are," he says, firing again. His first barrage wrecks his target's shields and punches a few holes in its wings, but his second batch goes wide. <<Negative, Red Leader. I'm in this until I'm spaced.>>

The three-s-foiled X-wing is still fighting and flying, though he's still not shooting very straight. "Did those hits fuck with the targeting computer?" A bleep in the negative, and the Major glares over his shoulder for a brief moment, and still manages to avoid the incoming fire. His return fire is still going wide, the nimble TIE/sf that he is trying to take down just dances around his laser blasts as if it takes no effort. "You're sure? Fine. I'm blaming you in the report. You'll be memory-wiped for sure." Arguing with the droid. He's starting to get frustrated. <<Just stay on target, David and don't die.>>

A shake of her head as she hears Sar's reply. "I tried," she says to herself as she dodges more laser fire aimed at her. Twisting and turning finally gets the right angle and flips her fighter over and fires at the TIE. A hit but only on the shields. "See if you can adjust the targeting, Tin. I am shoting low and left."

A few beeps in his headset indicate the target lock is set in again. Satisfied, Dave pulls the trigger. The red bolts fly towards the spinning TIE and strike it to the right of the cockpit. It stops spinning, but causes it to jerk to the side as the TIE pilot overadjusts now and thick black smoke billows from the engines. <<Almost got em, flying blind now.>> David yanks the control stick to the side, keeping right on the TIE's tail.

<<We've got them on the ropes now, guys! Hang in there!>> Flint says encouragingly as his dodges a fusillade of enemy fire, staying tight on his target's tail. As the TIE/sf attempts to line up on one of the other X-Wings Flint's computer gets a targeting lock and a small smile crosses Nimbox's face as he unleashes Hell upon the First Order vessel. As all four of his lasers strike rear of the enemy's cockpit the TIE explodes. <<Scratch one!>>

<<Gettin' a little light-headed. That's normal, right?>> Sar asks over the comms with a chuckle. His blue eyes move to his targetting computer again and he says, "Pull back on those rear deflectors, rerout power to cannons." Rexie beeps with concern. "Trust me."

He just barely evades an incoming attack and lines himself up squarely behind his target. "Game over, kid." He presses down on the nub and his four cannons bark to life, tearing the TIE/sf to shreds. <<Another one down. Just two left.>>

<<One left.>> Gren replies, pumping a flurry of laser bolts out of his three cannons, and punching his throttle, flying through the debris field, and dropping onto Sar's wing. <<Just stick to my wing, Sar. Don't pass out.>> Just in case

Yavok wasn't being a drama queen. He shifts formation, hanging over the dorsal side of the transport formation. What remains of the transport formation. <<Join Red Squadron in hunting, Blue Two.>> Three on one? That should be safe enough.

Triz is rocked again by the fire from the TIE she has been engaged with. The smell of ozone grows thicker as she fights to keep control of the craft. She dives down between two pieces of floating shuttle, a body bounces off the canopy as she does. Once on the other side she flips the X-Wing into a tight loop, diving down on the following TIE. Her first shots get it, again making the shields light up. Her second shots only pierce the remains of the shuttle as it drifts into her aim. << I just about have the TIE but my ship is pretty much a flying wreck.>> She reports over the comms.

<<Roger that, Blue Leader. Just the one more.>> David breaks off his pursuit speed, swinging around to the target indicated by Blue Leader. Lowering the craft behind it, Blue 2 locks onto the TIE. However, the second Dave squeezes the trigger, the TIE's gun swings around and blasts the X-Wing right in the nose. An arc of electricity bursts from the dashboard and would've shocked Dave's hand if he hadn't been wearing gloves for just such a possibility. "That's not good. Shield status?" Negative beeps from R2. "That's definitely not good. Did we hit 'em?" Affirmative beeps and a whistle. "Well, at least there's that."

"Get off of my leader!" Flint yells into the air as he maneuvers to get line of sight on the TIE/sf that's pounding Triz's ship. His eyes squint in concentration as he lines up his sights with the opponent's ship. There's no time to establish a target lock, he just heard over the radio that Red One's ship has just about had it, he pulls his flight stick hard to the side, lining up with the enemy and firing a quick burst into it's fuel cells. The TIE/sf explodes as

Flint pulls away, letting out a relieved <<Got him!>>

The TIEs are down. The day is wo-no it's not. Further off in space, where the Finalizer was resting by its lonesome...a myriad of Resurgent-class Star Destroyers warp into view.

The transports that survived reach the Raddus, and begin to pour into the hangar one-by-one.

<<Yavok to all; it's time to go. Get on that ship, now,>> he says, eyes focusing on the First Order fleet that's growing larger by the minute. He throttles up and points his nose toward the capital ship.

Delede does a quick scan of his sensors, and starts to check damage levels on friendlys. <<Nimbox and I will maintain CAP until the rest of you assholes are on the deck. Make it fast, though.>> He's the ranking officer, and the rookie barely got hit. Makes sense that they are the last to land. <<Nice work, everyone. Not -everyone- died evacuating. That counts for something.>> Still. A lot of transported got torn to pieces. That isn't good. His damage X-wing takes up a -very- tight patrol pattern around Raddus.

<<Thanks, Red Six. Now I owe you that drink.>> Triz says as she scans the area. Hearing Sar over the comms she nods <<All Red Squadron return to Raddus. Good job guys.>> She limps her X-Wing towards the ship, bits and parts falling off as she does. Lining up she has to fight the ship to get it right. Once in the hangar she lands it and then one of landing struts collapse, leaving the crippled fighter laying on a wing.

For his part, Dave escorts one of the straggling transports up to the Raddus. Slowly gliding into the hangar, he looks around at the first arrivals. One of the X-Wings just sitting on two landing struts, David extends the struts on his own craft and gently puts her down. "Well, R2. We did it." As the canopy opens with a hiss, a ground crew runs up with a ladder. Dave unfastens his helmet as the X-Wing powers down and the astromech droid is lowered to ground level.

<<Roger that, sir. We'll keep an eye out.>> Flint radios as he maneuvers his ship in tighter to the Raddus, keeping his eyes peeled. "Sensors peeled R2. Let me know if you spot anything." <<Looking forward to it, Red Leader.>> When everyone else has safely landed aboard the capital ship Flint Nimbox smoothly piloting his vessel into the landing bay. His ship's landing gear comes down and settles onto the floor.