Log:Resistance: A New Home(Space Assault)

Resistance: A New Home(Space Assault)

OOC Date: April 12, 2018
Location: Ichren System
Participants: Gren Delede, Sar Yavok, David Ironside, Karas Darkwing, Ektor, Dosk, and Atlan E'ron, The Resistance

The briefing room is going to see some activity, today. There are two separate arms of a large operation being undertaken. Currently, a holo-image of a large space station orbiting a small moon is being projected. It rotates slowly over the holo-table in the center of the theatre style room.

Gren Delede, wearing his naval uniform rather than the more comfortable flightsuit, stands next to this table, and studies a datapad. He is clearly waiting for more of the Renegade's officers to arrive. Already, a large naval contingent is present, most seated and studying tactical information on datapads of their own

Walking in with his wingman, both pilots move to take a seat. Both dressed in their flgithsuits indicating that both pilots are of Blue Squadron, he takes out his data pad and turns it on, he types in a few things and links his data pad to the display so that he has the same information.

David Ironside wanders into the room, still dressed in his uniform. Luckily, it consists mostly of easily shed attire and getting into his flightsuit won't take any significant amount of time. He quickly spots a free seat, heading to it as the Rear Admiral gets a nod. He'd salute, but it's busy and he probably wouldn't even notice the salute if it was given. David glances over at the holotable, anxious for this briefing.

Dosk waves for his R2 unit to wait in the hall, rolling his eyes at the sarcastic beep before he strolls into the Briefing Room casually and remains standing in the back. Having returned from a bit of planet hopping, and knowing he was going to be seated in a small cockpit for a while here to come, he relishes the time to be upright. His top arms crossing as the bottom pair hang idly

When most of the pilots and naval officers have arrived. Gren clears his throat and taps a few keys on the datapad. The holoimage changes slightly, rotating and zooming in. Various symbols appear, pointing to turbolaser batteries and missile launchers mounted on the base. "This is the Ichena system. Myself and a pair of our squadron leaders have already visited the system, mounting an armed recon mission. This is also going to be our new home." He pauses, and looks over the assembled officers. "While we destroyed a number of starfighters, it is safe to assume that the pirates occupying the base have replaced some of the losses, and it won't be undefended. It also has formidable static defenses mounted on the station itself. Those are to remain untouched unless absolutely required." A few more taps, and the 'camera' moves, zooming on the surface of the moon. "The moon itself appears to be uninhabited, as it has no atmosphere.

It does contain atleast a dozen missile batteries, and acts as an anchorage for a pair of modified CR90s. They also seem to be heavily equipped with warheads."

David sits and listens, hand casually combing his hair to the left. Why? Nobody is ever certain, but the fact that he does it before smushing it with a helmet is proof that he might not know it himself. Finally, he stands up and joins Gren at the front. He waits until he's allowed the floor, and he'll speak up when he's acknowledged. "Right. So Gold Squadron. As the Admiral said, most of the pirates' starfighter garrison has been destroyed. If they happen to have rebuilt, they'll have done so with Z-95s, Headhunters. On the recon run, there was a single R-41 Starchaser, which I doubt they'll have had the resources to buy one of, again." He smirks slightly. "Not in the least because there weren't that many produced to begin with, and it's a bit of a museum relic by this point." David clears his throat. "We'll also provide support for the bombers of Green Squadron, draw the fire of the corvettes. Today is not about personal glory. It's about getting that starbase, as intact as possible, for our own use. Any questions?"

"Green, looks like our first target's gonna be those missile batteries," Sar says, looking over the display. "Gonna have to push our rigs hard to stay out of the way of the turbos. If all else fails, we can pop 'em with ions. Better than outright destroying them."

Karas looks at the target zone and the base, taking in as much information and putting it to his data pad. He leans back in his seat as Gren continues on, looking to the moon as well he begins thinking of how to go about taking out the CR90s quickly. As David comes up to speak, he nods his head. "Well we will need to make sure to hit hard and fast, but also we will need to be precise as we don't want to destroy our new home."

Dosk nods in understanding at David's words, then again at Sar's orders. "Sounds good Captain." Adding in short order at Green Leader's words. Yet another nod is given towards Karas, though the Codru'ji is in the back of the room so most of them probably dont notice.

"Indeed. Green Squadron's primary task will be the destruction of the missile batteries. The fleet itself will engage the CR90s, and try to soak fire from the base. Blue Squadron will be pure space superiority, and Gold will, as Ironside indicated, escort the bombers. First, they will make sure that the army shuttles are able to begin boarding." His eyes harden, and his face goes taut. "The pirates will be given the chance to surrender, but none of their vessels are to be allowed to flee the system. All potential runners are to be destroyed. No word must leak that we were here, or intend to remain here." A look around the room, and he adds..."Is that clear?"

David nods when his request for questions is met mostly with non-questions. "Good." he says. David is a big fan of things being understood as clearly as possible. He walks back to his seat, satisfied.

Ektor leans back in his chair, eyeing the displays and giving ear to the breakdown the Admiral presents. After idly itching at the back of his neck, the Green Squadron pilot will nod to the 'is that clear' he mumbles, "Yeah. I got a question bout them missile batteries, sir. Can we knock out the emplacements with ion cannons, or we swinging in with torpedoes, yeah?"

"Copy that." Karas says as Blue Squadron is giving their orders. He looks to the human female who is his wingman, they both share a smile. "I will make sure Blue 1 makes it back home a whole as possible." he smiles as he looks towards Gren.

"Got it, Admiral," Sar offers with a nod to the man. Looking out to the rest of Green Squadron, Sar says, "If you ain't dressed, get that way and get your pre-flights done. I'm looking over the checklists. If a deck officer tells me your skimping, you're staying here tonight." He moves to Gren and gives him a slap on the shoulder, "Good luck, Admiral."

Gren interjects, and points to the Red Squadron pilots, led by Snap Wexley. "Red Squadron is on anti-missile duty, tonight. There'll be a few hundred in space at a time, and you'll be knocking them down before the cap ships take the hits, ideally. All, right. Everyone to your fighters. We launch in thirty minutes." Sar's approach has Gren offering the man a hand, as his back is slapped. "Good luck, Captain. Don't forget to bring plenty of humility as if befitting a bomber pilot." A small smirk, and he falls silent. Time to work.

"Ions are doable. But, warheads will get the job done faster. I'll leave that to Yavok in the field. But, I'd rather destroy the warhead launchers outright, if it saves our lives. We already need to weather fire from starbase." David glances around. "I feel like everyone has their orders. Gold Squadron, get in your flightsuits, grab your astromechs and head for the fighters. The sooner we get inside that star base, the sooner I get to call dibs on the nicest quarters." he jokes as he stands up to do the things he told his squadron.

Dosk simply nods at the orders and turns to the right a few steps and he is out the door, signaling for chunk to follow as they head towards the hangar looking over to Dar Keedar who is still in uniform. "Go get changed we'll get the ship prepped, be quick!" he says as he starts off at a jog.

Karas stands up from his seat, "Ready to go." he says as he stretches, "Let's make damn sure we all come home." he says as he looks to everyone. Karas is typically laid back and relaxed, but even he is showing signs of worry, they have a damn good flight squad and army.

The Renegade leads the Resistance fleet out of hyperspace, the tip of the spear as it engages the pirates of the Ichren system. Opposite the Rebel Assault Frigate, the CR90 Sacrifice is in position, with the Flurry holding position beneath them both. The lightly armed Flurry begins launching Red Squadron immediately, and the mix of Z95s and Arcs fly into in point defense positions around the fleet, forming up around the more lightly armored capital ships.

The pirate base itself is huge, and its -close-. But, they're not in weapons range just yet. The moon is a little further away, but sensor contacts on the surface indicate that the base itself has changed position. It's now protected by the surface based missile launchers, as well as the peer of old, but modified CR90s that are position 'above' the station. Gren stands on the bridge of the Renegade, not far from his command chair. His eyes pan the various sensor readouts, and flick to the large viewport from time to time. As the fleet exits hyperspace, the Admiral picks up the mic from his chair, and holds it to his mouth. <<Launch all fighters by squadron. I repeat, launch all fighters by squadron. Straight shooting, and safe flying, pilots.>> He purses his lips, and leaves the mic in his right hand, using his left to lean on his chair. All around him, the bridge buzzes with activity.

A dozen sensor contacts appear near the base. Some pirate fighters have arrived.

<<Green Two, standing by,>> Ektor mutters over the comms, once his Y-wing finally gets into the black. Engines flaring orange in an effort to close distance and fall into formation with the rest of Green, though his fighter is cruising more directly at the missile emplacements, and has drifted out of tight formation with Green Leader. "Arright, Cafzhoth: when we get into range of these things, I'll lead with torpedoes; anything I don't frag, you fry, yeah?"

<<Gold Squadron in the air and covering Green.>> David calls on all Resistance frequencies. <<Report in.>> comes the request slash order to his Squadron, and Jessica Pava (Gold 3) and Jump Jye (Gold 4) chime in with their respective statuses. The sleek N-1s quickly catch up to the fighters of Green Squadron, and Dave takes the opportunity to wish them luck. <<Anything they send towards you, we'll take care of, Green.>> From behind, his droid beeps excitedly. "Yep, that's gonna be ours after today, Ones. If all goes according to plan, anyway."

Karas was ready and when the command came in for squadrons to launch, he gives a quick salute to his wingman and he launch, >>Blue Squadron Launch.<< he calls into his comms. Both A-Wings rocket forward as they launch from the hangar bay of Renegade passing the other fighters. Knowing they will be in the thick of it soon, <<Let's do this.>> he calls as he quickly begins scanning for enemy crafts.

<<Gold 2 checking in. On your wing Gold Leader.>> Atlan glances around out of the cockpit as he flies in formation with the rest of Gold Squadron.

<<Green Three, standing by.>> Dosk radios as his Y-wing roars out of the Renegades hangar bay, moving into formation with Green Leader towards their target. "Get ready Dar, this is gonna be a big one for the resistance!" He shouts up to the gunner. "Make sure you keep an eye on the rear well this time, don't need any surprises. Chunk you good? The R2 unit beeps and the Codru'ji smiles as he looks about as they head onwards.

The pirate base opens fire, turbolasers taking ranging shots at the approaching fleet, though they're still too far out to do any real damage. The pirate ships, on the other hand? They're closing rapidly. The squadron of pirates is a mixed group. A half dozen Headhunters, as expected. But the second half is a nasty surprise. This wealthy band of pirates apparently took advantage of the sale prices on E-wings in recent months. Fully a half of the opposing starfighters are the heavily armed, and speedy snubfighters. And they don't hesitate in slashing toward Green Squadron, opening up with proton torpedos at long range. Only the A-wings are faster than these opponents. And that's only barely.

When the reveal of the high tech defenders reaches the Renegade's bridge, Gren bounces a fist off of his thigh, and lifts his mic. <<Weapons free across the fleet. I repeat, weapons free.>> A swift glance to the senior gunnery officer indicates that she is already doing her job. Reports of confirmation ring out across the comm channels from the other capital ships.

Green Leader's engines thrum harshly as they're kicked into action, rolling the Y-Wing out of the way of incoming torpedoes. <<Green Leader to Gold Leader, pull those E-Wings off of us as quick as you can. We'll never outmanuever them,>> Sar comms across the fighter group. <<Green Squadron, stay the course,>> he instructs, as he opens fire at the incoming group of snubfighters. The shots go real wide, and he goes back to concentrating on getting to the missile emplacements.

<<Gold Leader to Gold Squadron. Break formation. Pair up and engage those E-Wings. Gold 3, you're with me. Gold 2 and 4, you're together. Clear a path for Green Squadron.>> David speaks into the comms as he accelerates to attack speed,

joined immediately by Jessica Pava on his wing. The two fighters blast through space, putting distance between them and the capital ships behind them as they head straight for the enemy E-Wings. <<Gold 3, fire at will.>> David calls out

as he squeezes the trigger, sending emerald laser blasts dinging off the lead E-Wing's shields. <<Decent hit. Shields are holding. For now.>>

Jessica Pava in Gold 3 flies with David, letting loose a volley of laser fire herself. Sadly, the E-Wing is in the process of trying to dodge David's fire and the shot goes just wide. <<No hit. Coming around on your wing, Leader>> she

calls as both fighters circle back around.

Ektor curses through tight teeth as an enemy torpedo detonates just off his forward shields, the shockwave halving his shields and rocking the Y-wing. The gunner complains to her pilot, "Can you maybe not fly /directly/ into the next shot?" The R2 squawks in agreement. The Tionese pilot mutters, "Just get to work on stabilizing the shields, Tenner. Let's cut through these dreks and do our job, yeah?" Switching fire control to the forward laser cannons, Green 2 rakes the forward shields of a pirate E-wing with a pair of salvos, forcing it to veer off out of his flight path. <<Green Two, I'm through the first wave, still on target for an attack run at the missile emplacements.>>

Karas is able to maunder his fighter weaving through the laser fire, though his shields are grazed, the fast Interceptor streaks in, followed closely by Blue 2. <<Alright we have to take these fighters out fast, break after the head to

head, keep within range so that you have someone to clear you if you get into trouble Blue 2.>> Po-Sre copies and as the first pass comes, Karas fires a rapid volley of shots watching as the shields go down on the E-Wing he was facing.

He quickly breaks from Blue 2 turning in such a tight arc, that his main engines flare out, he grins using the maneuvering thrusters as he spins, and he can feel the Gs pushing into him. Once straight he punches the throttle and begins

his chase.

Po-Sre is a damn good pilot and she manuvers by doing short shifts of the maneuvering thrusters, as she is within range she fires, but she had to quickly adjust which threw off her shot causing her to miss. "Damn it!" he says to herself

not over the comms. She quickly rolls right and turns hard right to try to re-engage the E-Wing she is going after.

As the E wings direct their attention towards Green squadron, Dosk notices via the blips on his radar and visually. "Dar they're becoming, keep an eye out, face forward!" he shouts as they enter the wave. The 4 armed man opens up with

the lasers on one of the enemy fighters. His rounds hitting hard as the shields light up and buckle heavilly on the pirate fighter, but barely hold. Dar on the Ion turret fires a volley that miss wildly, an incalculated lead causing the

shots to trail. "Gotta get use to leading more!" he shouts as they break past and the gunner swings to view the rear. <<Green 3, hit one of them hard, his shields are probably really low, still on you Green leader>> He radios.

Gold 2 and Gold 4 break off with Gold 2 taking the lead in the formation and the cat locks in on a target. <<Gold 2 breaking off with Gold 4 and engaging>> He squeezes the firing buttons causing a dual blast of green lasers shoot

forward followed by a second pair of green lasers both going wide from their target. <<Miss, Gold 2 swinging around to re-engage.>>

Gold 4 swings around withAtlan's ship and targets the same enemy fighter as Gold 2 squeezing off a shot of their own and going just as wide as Gold 2.

Across the bridge of the Renegade, alarms ring out as missile launchers lock on to the big vessel. Gren clears is throat. "Helm, take us right bloody at them. Boarding shuttles launch when we're a klick out. Sacrifice and Flurry

continue to shelter on our opposite side. Turbolaser batteries, engage the corvettes as we approach." A breath is taken, and he forces himself to look relaxed.

Red Squadron's fighters hit their burners, and intercept the first incoming salvo of missiles on approach to the Renegade, with mixed results. A few get through to impact the flagship's shields, but they hold, weakened by the

explosions.

Four of the E-wings continue to engage Green Squadron, trusting the incoming Z-95s to engage Gold Squadron. A pair engage Blue Squadron, hoping to slow down the interceptors.

<<Green Squadron, we're in range of those batteries. Pick your targets,>> Sar orders to the bombers before one of the E-Wings absolutely rocks Green Leader from the side. <<Rollie, get on that!>> He looses a torpedo, but it goes wide,

and impacts hard on absolutely nothing. Chunks of moon go flying, though.

Again, one of the nimble E-wings pounds at Ektor's reduced shields with cannon fire. "Bah, losing shields, I'm switching to torpedoes, targeting missile platform... Alpha one. Cafzhoth, chase that bug away, will ya?" Whatever else might

be said of him, Ektor-Xer Apollyon can blow things up. Gaining a missile lock, with narrowed eyes, he reports, sounding almost bored, <<One missile platform down, moving on to Alpha Two.>>

David leads his half of Gold Squadron in a wide angled turn, coming up above the E-Wing. <<Target it, its shields are failing.>> David calls out. <<Those Headhunters are getting close, too.>> The two fighters speed down at an angle,

letting loose a synchronized volley of blaster fire.. both of which fly wide of the target. The two N-1s pass the E-Wing at break-neck speeds on either side, miraculously not being hit by the forward-facing fighter. <<No hit. Stay on

target.>>

Karas had to break away as the E-Wing did a Reverse S on him, jinking left instead of right, Blue 1 is grazed. "Krif!" Karas says as he does a tight bank, than quickly decelerates his fighter causing the E-Wing to shoot past him. Once

the merc makes this mistake, Karas quickly presses the trigger and red laser bolts streak out at the E-Wing damaging it and now sparks and smoke flow from it. Karas isn't letting up, <<Watch your Six Blue 2, get that fighter.>> he calls

to her as Karas tries to drive the enemy fighter back into the may fray.

Po-Sre is having her own problems right now as she was barely crazed herself, but her hands quickly tweaks the controls and as she gets the drop on her enemy, she fires off a shot, the E-Wing breaks hard to port clearing her shot. She

groans as she breaks left trying to keep up with it.

As Green 3 makes his way through the fray of B wings, Dosk makes a lineup on one of the missile batteries. Checking the sensors before focusing on the target as he hits the button to release. At that very moment, his gunner releases a

long volley as the Y-wing is shaken by a hit, the shields absorbing the blow, but yet again the Ion fire going wide and utterly under led. "Dar! Lead more!" he says as the R2 wizzes and beeps its assessment. Dosk's torpedo flies

slightly off canter as the jolt alters his ships alignment as the trigger is pulled.

The Renegade's shields continue to absorb warhead blasts, as concussion missiles come from the surface of the moon, Z95 headhunters making attack runs, and the pair of CR90s. The Rebel Assault frigate's heading shifts, heading straight

for the CR90s. Sacrifice and Flurry follow. The landing ships launch, and head for the base...it's close. They'll be fine.

Gren walks across the bridge to the primary weapons console, and leans in. Time to micromanage, a bit. He points at the display, and then punches in a firing solution for the forward batteries. "Let's teach that first corvette not to

play outside of it's weight class, Guns. Fire forward batteries." Head snaps up, and eyes lock on the comm officer. "Tell Red to divert half of their fighters to engage the Z95s."

A wall of red laser fire erupts toward the CR90s from the Renegade, followed closely by the Sacrifice and Flurry's turbolaser batteries. The capital scale weapons take an immediate toll on the much smaller pirate capital ships, punching

through the lead corvette's shields, and vaporizing hull plating.

<<Torpedo away,>> Sar repeats as he moves to make another attack run. Another glowing purple disco ball is fired, but it's just off its mark. Sar sucks his teeth and turns one of the dials on his targetting computer.

Meanwhile, pointed the other direction is Mr. Mekil, pig guy extraordinare. "SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAAL HORK HORK," he barks, firing wildly with the turret. An E-Wing that was planning to make short work of Green Leader catches a meaty fusilade

from the gunner, causing it to break off and attempt to limp away.

Gold Leader and Gold 3 are still engaged with their E-Wing nemesis. << Its shields have been down, take it easy and lock your shots in >> Dave calls over the comm. His targeting computer comes forward, displaying a weak spot where the

craft had been struck before. Dave waits for the telltale beeping to go singular and lets loose with a volley. The blasts strike true, ripping through the E-Wing's hull, little explosions bursting from the busted steel until one massive

explosion blasts the E-Wing apart. <<Scratch one E-wing>> comes the report from Gold Leader.

Gold 3 follows Gold Leader through the debris of what was that E-Wing only a moment before, setting her sights on the E-Wing harmlessly floating in space after being struck with ion blasts from Mekil. Following her Leader, she targets

the craft, the emerald blaster volley taking the pilot by surprise and snuffing him or her out immediately. <<Add another one to the tally, Lead>> Jessica announces.

Ektor maneuvers a fine line between flying steady enough to establish a torpedo lock on the next missile platform, while juking in approach enough to spoil the aim of his pursuers. He manages the balance well, for now. Tenner beeps a

long-suffering report that shields are back up to 46 percent... for now. << I got a good lane,>> Ektor notes simply, as his second torpedo is launched and utterly annihilates the next turret. <<Alpha two turret is down, moving on to

number three.>> Off the comms, his gunner unloads the ion turret at their pursuer, "Got a piece of him-" to which Ektor answers, "Great, keep collecting, yeah?"

Blue Squadron is having a time today, though both are still fighting heavily with their own two E-Wings. Karas isn't having any luck right now, his E-Wing is matching up with him right now and it's pissing him off, but he can't help

admire the pilot. Still as he rolls the E-Wing counters. Both miss, each other as they do a head to head and fly past one another, still Karas dives and roll trying to come around quickly, and as this happens, Po-Sre rolls left causing

her E-Wing opponent to lose sight of her and she comes around only to take out a damaged Starfighter. <<Good job Blue 2, now go help the others, I will join you after I take out this one.>> he tells her.

Dosk manages to evade fire once again as his y wing stays in formation, his torpedo firing wide yet again though his gunner manages to land a decent hit on another E wing that attempts to set its sights on the fighter bomber. <<missed

another, these E wings are harassing, Dar's holding them off>> he radios as he stays in formation

The Sacrifice is rocked by a barrage of missiles from the not destroyed moon missile emplacements, with shields dropping and at least one hull breached reported. The pilot rolls the ship over, presenting fresh shields to the moon. It's

unshielded side has to take some laser blasts from a strafing Z-95, though.

Renegade is doing better, though. Her bridge crew remains calm, and her shields remain strong. As damage reports from the fleet begin to flood in, Gren walks to his chair, and lifts his mic. <<Let's do something about those missile

bases, Captain Yavok. Sacrifice is taking a pounding.>> A cheer goes up, and in the forward viewport, the lead pirate CR-90 goes up in a flash, as the reactor goes critical. A result of accurate firepower from the much larger Rebel

Assault Frigate. "Calm down, everyone. It's just a bloody corvette. Not a Death Star."

Red Squadron's Headhunters chase the pirate Z-95s, splashing one without taking a loss. And the ARCs continue to do a decent job on intercepting missiles directed toward Renegade.

Y-wings attacking the missile emplacements begin to take fire from the very batteries that they attack. Atleast three of them have shifted fire toward the bombers.

<<Copy, Renegade Leader,>> is Sar's response. He's queueing up to loose another torpedo when one of the E-Wings slams a missile into what's left of Green Leader's shields. The Y-Wing goes spinning out of attack formation from the hit

and drifts aimlessly through the void for what seems like a lifetime.

<<Green Lead to Green Squadron, maintain formation. I'll be with you in a minute,>> he says, reaching up to attach his breathing mask, in case worse should come to worse. "Reb, I need you to get to work on those shields, alright?" he

asks of the droid. The R3's dome is unfortunately floating along beside the ship. "Shit," is all Sar has to say about that.

David and Jessica form up after their succesful attack run. <<Gold Leader to Green Leader, tell us where to jump in and we're there.>> Seeing the black Y-Wing spin out, David calls to Jessica. << Intercept that one before Yavok's space

dust. >> The two fighters speed towards the E-Wing, peppering it with blaster fire. The shields on the E-Wing appear to hold, but the diversion works. Now the E-Wing is turning its attention towards the two N-1 starfighters, apparently

completely disregarding the easy target that is Green Leader.

Ektor continues his bombing run along the pirate defensive emplacements, loosing another torpedo, while continuing his irregular shifts in flight path to throw off the fire of the pirate E-wing. Weaving in and among the battery fire

from the base, Green 2 abruptly inverts, flying with the fighter's belly to the black, and it's canopy toward the base. "Hey, Cafzhoth: get in on this action, yeah?" He winces at the report from Sar. << I hear you, Green Leader. Beta

one turret down, stay with me, Green Three.>> Tenner warbles in alarm as the ship rolls, chirping that shields are back to full. Hanna mutters as her ion cannons fail to land on the target, "I'm not used to shooting upsidedown-" before

Ektor cuts her off, "We're in space, there IS no upside!"

Finally able to get the upper hand in this damn fur ball, Karas is able to roll his A-Wing and dive, and So-Pre did a side slip coming across just where Karas was confusing both E-Wing pilots as they lose their locks. Pushing the

throttle to full, Karas climbs and rolls his fighter as he laser cannons spit rapid fire shots at the E-Wing blowing it to pieces, at the same time So-Pre's A-Wing flashes past firing on another fighter self badly damaging it. <<Splash

one boogy.>> he calls as he brings his fighter around.

Dosk's Y-Wing stays with the rest of Green Squadron with relative ease, though neither he nor his gunner manage to land another shot, as his torpedo yet again missess shyly and his gunner's ion blasts spray like a wild wacky inflatable

funman were shooting it.

The last pair of E-wings seem to think better of this whole sticking around and fighting business. Their comrades are dead, and the pirate fleet is down a ship. Who knows what they're hearing from the base itself. They break out of the

fight in unison, and start to burn hard away....likely trying to make it to a gravity well.

Sacrifice is rocked by another missile, and Flurry's shields flicker as a near miss rocks the carrier.

The Headhunters have been picked a part by Red Squadron, clearly the inferior pirate pilots wear flying the inferior pirate starfighters.

The surface emplacements continue doing the best that they can, firing at every Resistance target that they're able to get a solution on, now. It's every man, woman, and alien for theirself, now.

Renegade's gunnery officers continue to do their jobs with excellance, walking a rippling fire of green laser cannons up the spine of the remaining CR90. Bulkheads buckle, missile launchers explode and crewman are sucked into space.

It's going well for one vessel, at least. "Nice shooting, everyone. Shift course, put us between the Sacrifice and the moon. We'll bombard the piss out of it, if Green can't get the job done." A shouted report draws his attention, and

he's forced to get back on comms. <<We've got runners. Blue Squadron, chase them down and eliminate them. Gold, put those torpedos to use. Join Green.>>

<<Engines are back up,>> Sar comms to the rest of his group. <<Resuming attack run.>>

He slides the throttle forward and the big, armor-plated engines rumble back to life, spouting ion out into the void. He slides the targetting computer down over one eye and, taking his time, finds a solid lock. Another torpedo away,

and this pops right on top of one of the emplacements. <<Scratch an emplacement.>>

<<Engines are back up,>> Sar comms to the rest of his group. <<Resuming attack run.>>

<<Roger that, Renegade. Aiding Green Squadron.>> David replies to the orders from Delede. <<Gold Squadron, pick an emplacement and light it up. Forget blaster cannons, go with the torpedos. We might as well start using them, you know.>>

David breaks off from his wingwoman, the craft rolling out of the way of incoming fire. "Lock it, Ones.." David mutters. The droid picks it up, though, and the targeting computer does its thing. David flips the cap up and hits the

torpedo button. <<Torpedo away!>> he shouts, as Jessica Pava replies with her own torpedo strike. Blue orbs fly from both fighters, a trail in their wake and suddenly the pirates have two fewer gun emplacements floating around.

<<Scratch two, Renegade.>> David confirms the kill.

With the enemy fighters finally cleared away, Green 2's attack run steadies, with only a smoother circling motion used to thwart an incoming missile lock. Ektor spends another torpedo in destroying another missile platform, and this

time Cadet Cafzhoth lights up one of the remaining emplacements with blue energy, locking it into a motionless crackle of ionized durasteel. <<Green Two, that's two more down.>>

As the pirates star fighters break and retreat, Karas and Po-Sre are commanded to give chase to the fleeing E-Wings, <<Copy that Command, Blue Squadron in pursuit, we will assist once they are taken out.>> he calls in. With that the

engines on both A-Wings flare to life as they take off at full speed, giving the E-Wings something to fun from. Karas knows that the fighter he was attacking is already damaged, and as the sensor array and targeting computer lock onto

the damaged E-Wing he fires. The laser cannons spit fire rapidly destroying the E-Wing, though as he tries to fire on the second enemy fighter, his shots are wide, though at the same time Po-Sre grins in her helmet and she fires and

also misses. <<Come on Blue 2, we gotta do better than this.>> he calls to her, <<Yea tell me about it, who ever gets the kill, loser pays for drinks for the rest of the week.>> Karas nods, <<Ok.>> he calls and guns the engines.

Dosk, still information radios <<Green 3, making a run.>> stating as he breaks the formation slightly, dipping down as he lets loose a proton, turning his ship to the side after the torpedo is loosed as his gunner rolls out a volley at

the next in line as the fighter/bomber flies past, the blue bolts finally striking true as fizzing electronic bolts cover the launcher. The Y-wing is righted as it pulls back up into formation with Green Leader and Green 2. <<Scratch 2

more, one to go>> he radios.

And, that's all of the missile emplacements. They all got destroyed, or otherwise disabled. In orbit of the barren moon, escape pods are being collected already, as SAR shuttles do their work. The battle itself is coming to a close, as

fire from station has slackened, and the Headhunters have been destroyed. Only the lone E-wing remains, making a run for the edge of the system with Blue Squadron hot on its heels.

Gren is less tense, now. He allows himself to settle into his elevated chair, and close his eyes for a moment. "Dispatch damage control teams to assist Sacrifice, XO. Task Gold with the escort. Get the wounded birds home first, the rest

can fly CAP."

"You ready to head back Mekil, or you wanna hang out out here and shoot at some space slugs?" Sar asks over his shoulder as he turns the Y-Wing about and begins moving toward the Renegade.

"HOOOORK SQUEAK SQUEAK," replies the pig man.

"Thought as much," Sar says, nodding in agreement and taking a few moments to look over his scanners. <<Some fine work tonight, pilots. Green Squadron, form up on me and see if you can't help me limp home, alright?>>

<<Gold Squadron on escort duty. Roger that.>> David both replies to the Renegade and forwards to his squadron. The fighters all form up briefly, heading towards the damage control teams launching into space. <<Job well done, Gold

Squadron. Let's hope our ground team did so too.>> The squadron pairs off yet again, covering the teams around the Sacrifice.

Ektor half turns in the pilot's chair to glance back at his gunner. "See? More fun when you hit something, ain't it?" A rude retort earns a chuckle, as he returns over the comms, << I hear you, Green Leader, you look like you've had a

few too many. Hey, Green Three: I got his left side, you get his right, yeah?>> Off the comms, he instructs, "Tenner, signal Red Leader that once Cap Yavok is back on the boat, me and Green Three can join in on the area patrol, yeah?"

It's as if the two A-Wing pilot are jockeying for position for a shot, but the two are aware of their surroundings and knowing that they need to get back to the rest of the fleet. Karas manages to pull ahead and he gets a confirmed

target lock and he fires a steady burst of laser fire at the fleeing E-Wing, watching it explode. <<Enemy fighters down, coming back now.>> Both A-Wings split, breaking right and left and racing back to join up with the Renegade.

<<Green 3 Copies, moving into position, shields should be charged back up by now. I'll be with you Green 2>> Dosk radios as he pulls into position off the starboard side of Green Leader "Great job Dar" he says up to the gunner before

radioing <<Got position, lets escourt in and ill meet you along the Renegade's bow Green 2"