Log:Perlemian Rangers: Assume the Position
Assume The Position
Location: Lantilles
Participants: Wrrlryyhn, Threl Ravrari, Yari, K-5Z9, Jinx, Callax Dalso
Operating in the Lantilles system, the Rangers are busy looking for smuggler vessels supposedly moving slaves to the Lantillan underground for sale. But will they find the dastardly flesh-peddlers?
[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Lantilles. Another of many city-worlds that exist in the ancient, civilized belt of the Perlemian, Lantilles is known for its shipping and shipbuilding; firms from the system are known for reliability, on time and (usually) untouched. Just don't expect anything pretty. The slablike ships of Lantillan bulk haulers regularly trawl the established lanes through the system - but with relatively low frequency, pirates still lurk in the dark, waiting to snag the particularly tasty target or the target some rival firm has paid them to hit. Remember: don't expect anything pretty. Lantillan criminals can be some of the nastiest of the so-called 'civilized' ilk.
Tonight the /Peacemaker/ makes a circuit through the system, in partnership with the Lantillan authorities. New Republic tags get you a lot of leeway with friendly security forces, and the raylike ship comes gliding through the void not too far from the edge of Lantillan gravity, on a search for a particular tip.
"Ugly as sin and twice as lucrative," Callax sighs from the pilot's seat, gesturing to the ships lined up and waiting for their clearance to jump; the cockpit's double-lobed design is more than spacious enough for several, and tonight the ship's full of Rangers. "Our tip says that one of these incoming ships is likely hauling a couple of container crates full of slaves from Ryloth." Not that one can easily tell them apart; so many slow, ugly, blandly-painted hulks, all full of cargo. Whoof.
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Threl is sitting quietly in one of the spots normally taken by a crew member. Navigator, she thinks, judging from the console. This ship is of a different design from hers and a lot newer so, while a few buttons do match, as well as a readout, it would take her some time to plot a course. "Do we have name of ship or anything? Flying bricks not very distinct. Doubt there sign that say 'hey, slave ship here.'" Unless there is and wouldn't /that/ be ironic?"
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Sensors up and scanning, pinging all transponders. Monitoring for anomalous thermal signatures." Kayfive's scomp link spins in the socket from her position in the copilot seat, the droid seemingly gazing into the middle distance. Not like she was using her own eyes right now anyway.
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn is somewhere out of the way. She girded and geared, just in case their tip pans out out. She is not in the cockpit. Too snug for a Wookiee, K, and anyone else that might be along for the ride. She doesn't mind though, hanging out in cargo with any other's along for the adventure. She listens for comms and updates, but otherwise, keeps herself amused.
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx meanwhile just hangs out on Kayfive's shoulders, idly observing the sensor systems with her since she's not exactly built to shoot guns or anything. Or engineering! And you probably don't want her flying.!
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[Yari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yari's unfamiliar with the finer points of operating scanners and reading radar and she isn't going to hear whatever's coming over comms and with many faces facing forward and/or to their stations....
Girl's just in the way. But she's here, making herself useful in the only way she knows how, in this context. The lounge is cozy, aka small, but she can dole out prepackaged goods, rehydrate dehydrated packs, and so on!
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Nobody who's able to keep morale up with hot food and such is in the way. Callax shakes their head as they watch the ships crawl by, red hair vaguely luminous under the console lights, mug of Yari-brewed tea in hand. "Would it only be so easy," Callax says with a soft laugh in response to Threl, shaking their head. "But we have license to scan each ship as they come in - the sensors on this ship are more than powerful enough to do it at a distance. We're just lucky the Empire decided that their scout ships also needed to be outfitted like gunships." Because first contact situations /need/ to be carried out at gunpoint, right? Right?
Presently a group of new vessels leap into realspace, making the slow trek in toward the planet's gravity envelope. Security begins the usual welcome and customs rigamarole over comms. "All right, K-5," Callax says, "Scan them. Let's see if something shakes out."
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Initiating deep scan." The scomp link whirs, and the ship's sensors reach out. "They did have a solid philosophy on some of their ship designs. I like the quad cannons." The droid's eyes brighten slightly, her equivalent of a smile.
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The appearance of ships out of hyperspace has always been funny to Threl. A ship isn't there and then, suddenly, with a bang, it is, snapping in like it's rubber banded to thespot, only to lazily start on their way towards wherever they're supposed to go. "Flying towards." She says, feathering the throttle and setting the ships engines to half, the thrum going through the entire superstructure. "Mebbye they get scared and run. Chase a brick through galaxy. Fun for all ages."
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Initiating deep scan." The scomp link whirs, and the ship's sensors reach out. "They did have a solid philosophy on some of their ship designs. I like the quad cannons." The droid's eyes brighten slightly, her equivalent of a smile. "...Anomaly detected, highlighting it on the display." The brackets around the sensor contact switch from green to yellow, indicating potential hostile. "That gas barge has one tank running very hot. Either it's on fire, or we've found them."
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn is out of the way, in the lounge with Yari! She gestures to get the other female's attention, signing her version of a name sign for Yari and then the universal thumbs up coupled with what she hopes passes for a reassuring flash of fangy toothed smile. This one time, she does not offer the use of her mini Translator droid, as it sits safely belted into her armor. She flashed another set of thumbs up, just incase the 'smile' failed.
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx shifts on Kayfive's shoulders, leaning forwards. "ee click boop ee too click. too click beep beep ee beep, ee *cackle* beep beep ee." she chirps thoughfully.
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[Wasaka (21433)]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Wasaka (21433) repeats after Jinx, "Fire would be more evenly spread. So would most high temperature materials, even if they were radioactive."
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[Yari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
A thumbs-up rises slowly from Yari's knee below table, coupled with a strained smile for Wrrl's benefit. It's been smooth sailing thus far, but the unknowns are what's scariest for the green ranger. She /knows/ what sort of ilk exists out there. She's just lived in a fairly sheltered bubble until...well, until she didn't.
The gesture is reversed, punctuated by a 'whirl' of her wrist. Also, a miming of 'drink'. And an abrupt rise from her seat. Tea. She should make more tea. She should do /something/. Anything. It's best to keep the mind busy.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Well done, K-5," Callax says, taking a pull of tea. "Warm up the guns. Threl? Get us over there and explain their situation to them." According to the consoles, the ship's name is /Rough Space/. Which is...well, considering, that just says it all, doesn't it? Then, over the intercomm, Callax adds: "Ladies, we have found our prize. Please be ready for excitement."
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Threl turns into all business at this point, flipping switches, powering up what needs to power up - at least what she can reach from her seat. She's getting people from A to B and prepares to avoid fire while angling deflector shields.
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Hold on to hats, put tray tables to upright and locked position, and ready for maneuvers in case they shoot."
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Copy. Weapons coming online, fire control switched to Active." More commands from Kayfive to the ship's computer, and the ship's weapons systems are coming online. Threl has control of the fixed systems from the pilot's seat, with Kayfive taking the turret herself.
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn holds up a stilling hand to Yari as the other woman rises, just as Cax's voice comes over comes. She makes a quick negative motion to the other woman, and instead motions to the emergency seating and buckles. She then gives another toothy grin and thumbs up. Reassuring Wookie is reassuring.
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx tilts her dome a bit, then takes off from Kayfive's shoulders, flying back to join the force that will be boarding the ship. Someone's got to open the doors, after all.
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[Yari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Yari scrambles for the seat and buckles herself in, staring at Wrrlryyhn's grin and shaggy thumb like it's a little less than reassuring. But this is what she's signed up for, right? Both hands come up to form a pistol beneath her questioning expression.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Feel free to warm up the torpedoes," Callax adds to Threl, before speaking over comms to the transport in question, a long ship made of a small forward section and a large drive section connected by a long boom to which cargo containers are connected. In theory, one cannot access them until delibery. In theory. "Rough Space," they say in a voice reserved only for the most wickedly condescending of starliner hostesses thanks to their high-end Core accent, "This is security vessel Peacemaker. We have sighted your false container, and give you to the count of five before we cut your drive assembly clear from the hull. Take a gander, lads. You'll see we can do it easily. Counting down: five...four..."
It's then that the container transport immediately bolts, shields up and drives flaring far brighter - and pushing far harder - than they should be able to. "Should have seen that coming," Callax rumbles. "Right. Threl? K-5? Pursue and disable, please. Target their drives only."
Some people's children!
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The ship is made for hauling cargo so getting up to speed takes a little time. Plenty of time for the ship to come close. Threl trains the fixed mounts on the thing and fires, aiming for the engines and...well....somehow the thing dodges out of the way? "Kriffing....dung!" She squeals over the coms. "Missed."
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Kayfive opens up, the thudding beat of the quad cannon felt throughouth the hull. The same jink that takes it out of Threl's line of fire also has the droid's burst going wide. She clicks on the intercom. <<"Attention, we have engaged the enemy. Recommend prepping emergency vac suits in case of incoming fire.">>
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn nods her affirmative to Yari as the shooting begins. She also straps in, but is sure to flash her thumbs up. even if it isn't have quite the desired effect, she still tries.
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx floats over to latch on to an anchor point on the wall as the Pacifier manuvers. Not that she expects they'll get knocked around from the flying. But the shooting at them, that can knock a ship around.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The sudden hail of heavy gunfire coming from the /Peacemaker/ gives the lads in /Rough Space/ a reason to get he Hell out of Dodge. Though a midsized transport, the ship's engines are considerably souped-up, making it as fast as a shuttle or a heavier brand of starfighter. "Impressive," Callax murmurs as the ship tries to flee. "Don't let 'em slip you, ladies, just keep the pressure on. Try and get them to heave to before they decide to jump out of the system." Stepping back, Callax speaks into their headset. "Lantillan System Security, this is the Perlemian Rangers vessel /Peacekeeper/. We've got a possible slaver ship, /Rough Space/, rabbiting on challenge - we are aiming to take out their drives before they jump to hyperspace, but you might want to send some lads to catch them on the other side of the gravity envelope."
Meanwhile, /Rough Space/ is on a tear - but they're not as fast as /Peacekeeper/. Almost, but not quite.
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
She'll not miss again. Hopefully. Threl pilots the ship closer and locks onto a power coupler that is heavily defended by the rear shields. Sure, they'll probably get deflected but she's gotta try and overload it. Two heavy shots fire from the lasers and they connect, an electric haze flickering the shields. "Got him" She says with a grin. "A few more and we okay."
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Another jinkf rom the target ship, and Kayfive's burst goes wide again. "...They are very good at evasive flying for freighter pilots."
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn makes sure Yari is safely buckled in before securing herself. She then just waits for the boarding bits, listening for news over coms if there is any.
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx remains on standby, the droid chirping and beeping to herself as she clings!
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Another shot from her cannons, another hit, the shields wavering. "Got them again! Another shot and we should be able to board!" They are almost out of the gravity well of the planet, though, so just in case she starts preparing a tracking torpedo....if there's such a thing?
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[K-5Z9]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"I'd recommend against torpedoes. We want to keep it intact, not blow them out of the sky. Torpedoes would likely go straight through their shields. And the hull." Kayfive's next burst goes wide yet again. "...Callax, these guns are calibrated, right?"
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn waits for any news, though it has only been a few minutes since Kay's last announcement. She sticks her comms mic close to the speaker of her droid. Her warbling voice can be heard at a distance, before the mechanical translation repeats more clearly, <"rwal? rwarrl rwoarl rwarrl?">
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[Wrrlryyhn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Wrrlryyhn <'Hello? Is everyone Okay?'>
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[Jinx]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jinx chirps from where she's clinging in the affirmative!
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The guns pound the ship, but alas, the pilot of that transport is just too wily - and as well-armed as she is, /Peacemaker/ is hardly a starfighter. "Ah, damn it," Callax mutters, already realizing what reality is about to manifest: with a final fluttering of deflectors and a flare of the drives, /Rough Space/ leaps into hyperspace, leaving naught but an afterimage in the eyes of those who beheld its exit.
A deep sigh leaves Callax's lips, and they key up the commset again. "Security, this is /Peacemaker/. Cancel that intercept, they slipped out on us. We'll have the sensor data compiled and ready for you for you lads to have on file."
It doesn't always turn out for the good guys. Sometimes the jackanapes get clear. But with the Rangers, that doesn't mean a guaranteed escape: from the narrowing of the Commander's blue eyes, one can only imagine that this business is far from over.
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[Threl Ravrari]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"We get them next time, Calla." Threl says as the ship streaks out. A good sensor array should be able to calculate approximately where they went, and the manifests should give an idea of where they were going...so....yeah. They'll get got.
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