Log:Resistance: Axxila or Bust I

Axxila or Bust

OOC Date: November 36, 2019 (Optional)
Location: Axxila System - D'Astan Sector - Outer Rim
Participants: The Resistance: Poe Dameron, Tallissan Lintra, Ektor, Elrych Cometburn, Callax Dalso, Nova Korell, and Zandra naMuriel

"Turn Coruscant inside-out and make it a jail where the inmates are in control..." - Han Solo

Axxila was a smuggling hot bed on the Celenon Spur out in the Outer Rim territories. Much like Coruscant, it was a city planet. Except inside out. Which meant it was flat on top and most of the city scape layed folded over on it's self underground. Some features of the original probably lush world remained but not much other than dots and points of light was visible from Space.

The local authority, the Axxila Anti Pirate Fleet had struck a few deals reguarding the mutal distaste of a local Invid Pirate gang known as Kavil's Coursairs but with all the policing they were busy with in this trying time of chaos and political change through out the galaxy they didn't have the man power to get rid of them or do much more than ignore them.

That's why a Quasar Fire Bulk Cruiser sat in Orbit around the planet with a flight of Six Uglies and at least 69 possible unknown compliments on board.

There were Two TIE-wings, Two Z-Ceptors, and Two S3 Y-Wings in the six craft flight.

The Name of the Bulk Cruiser is The 'Blazing Claw'

Black Leader appears in real space with a sudden flash, and impulse engines glow red, leaving a slight contrail glare in its wake. Poe Dameron, the pilot for this Resistance craft, has just pulled his gloves on both hands and flexes his fingers before reaching up to flip the encrypted comms on. <<"This is Black Leader. Check in, and let's form up. BB-8 will highlight our targets.">>

Fiver squawks a warning as Captain Lintra's console lights up with imminent real space transition. Touching the scarf at her throat, her helmet and the T-85's status just before they flash into existence around their target. <Acknowledged, Black Leader, Black 5 arriving on your starboard one>

They've paved Paradise, and put up a parking lot. And then hollowed it out and put a city inside. Oh, good. Callax is at the yoke of the /Inevitable/ when the Skipray drops into realspace, his stalwart companion, Page, at the copilot's station; the former Bothan naval officer lets out a soft sigh as the ship arrives, activating the targeting computer for the ship's warheads. "All right, Witchy," he says, leaning in to peer through the targeter scope that swings down from the ceiling. "Just tell me where to shoot."

"Of course, darling," he says, looking back over his shoulder. "Prepare the laser turret, Flight Officer," he instructs Sion, then turns back to key the comms. << Inevitable here, Black Leader. We are prepared to bring support fire. >>

Ektor emerges from hyperspace moments after the lead Resistance ships, in the familiar armored cockpit of an S3 Y-wing. << Hey, I'm here, too. The Black Wishbone. OooOOooh. Spooky, yeah? Say, what you want me to blow up first?>> Eyeing the scanners as he accelerates the light bomber forward, he mutters, "Huh. They like Wishbones too. See, Genius? Pirates generally got good taste. Except for them Uglies, those are drek. They must be- wait-" he goes back on comm to share, <<Hey, El-rock: those must be Corellian pirates. On account of the drek ships, yeah?" His dumb grin is audible.

"Just Nova would be fine..." mutters the Flight Officer, turning to the control console and pulling out the fold-out monitor. She has the equipment ready to go within seconds. "Adjusting... checking traverse... power is online. Weapons charged," she adds. "We're good to fight."

Zan is in place in her A-wing, all systems go. She has no droid to talk to, and manages this time to not talk to herself. She does concentrate for a moment, reaching for the Force, relaxing into it, and then there's the transition to real space, and Poe's voice on the comms in her ears. << Black 10, forming up in my usual spot.>> She goes quiet again then, as she catches what Ektor's saying.

Popping into Existance in Black 12, is Elrych who hefts a heavy sigh. <<"I'm betting they're Tion because I can smell them from here. You'd think smell doesn't travel in space... aparently if it's strong enough it does.">> He takes a deep breath and reaches out with the Force for calm and concentration, to help him in this fight... a finger flips a switch and his music starts to play.

Despite the arrival of Black Squadron and Support Craft the flight of six remain in close patrol to the Quasar Fire Cruiser, 'Blazing Claw'. The emblem, a Blazing claw, is painted onto the s-foils and manafolds or Hull of the uglies as well as the cruiser. It is the sigil of the Corsairs, a hold over of pilots from long ago. If one could guess, the small but lethal and well trained detatchment of Resistance Fighters have the element of surprise. It's the initial assault, and shock and awe was required to make a lasting impression on the presently patrolling forces. Reaching up to engage his S-foils, Commander Dameron narrowed his field of vision on the first Z'interceptor. All four cannons spit red bolts that shatter its shields, then split its hull into a fiery explosion that expands once Poe's starfighter has zipped past it. <<"Splash one interceptor,">> comments the Ace, who has already begin to spiral off and look for the next fighter to engage. <<"Tion, see about that cruiser, buddy. We need it floundered.">>

They had flashed in close to their targets giving them only a small window to prep for incoming. "Look at Dameron go Fiver" Over the coms Lintra's voice crackles, <Not leaving anything to clean up, Black Leader>. She opens the S-foils watching the targeting computers bracket in on the number two Z'interceptor. Rolling to the side she strafes him, the two exchanging nearly equal laser shots. They pull into a high speed turn to ready themselves for the next run.

Whilst the fighters tear into the enemy snubs, Callax sets his sights upon the carrier. "Target lock on the Quasar," he instructs Page, then reports over comms. << Inevitable focusing firepower in support of bombers, >> he says in a calm, even voice, then looses a torrent of electric flame toward the far larger vessel from the Skipray's nose and outboard guns. << Nova, target fighters as you see them. >>

<<You sure that smell ain't just me?>> Ektor banters back at Elrych. <<Cause I'm about to cook up. uh- drek, cook up something. Yanno what, forget it. Just gonna blow something up, yeah?>> The call comes from Black Leader, and Ektor grins.

<<"I hear you, Pretty Boy. Going in close.">> The Y-wing dips and bobs erratically through the fighter screen, deftly avoiding the fire of a Z-ceptor and noses into a dive at the ponderous Bulk carrier. <<Nice shooting, everybody!>> The Tionese pilot flips fire control to proton bombs, and asks, "Hey, Genius: wanna see something funny?" The astromech warbles in alarm, shaking its dome side to side in a desperate negative, already dreading whatever Ektor has in mind.

"Looks like a target-rich environment," Nova comments over the intercom. "I'd better thin out those zippy little fighters." She points the double lasers at one of the TIE-Wings and opens fire, peppering its deflectors but not penetrating. "That thing's got stronger shields than those usually have... which is none, in my experience. Be careful!"

Fire at will, that does seem to be the occasion. Zan assesses the situation. Her tactics knowledge may not be the best at all yet, but - she can fly. And her A-wing is fast. So she accelerates with due thought, aiming at one of the Tie-Wings, following behind Poe. As he obliterates one, she aims for the other one, catching up and getting a lock. Her shooting, with the element of surprise, is on target, unexpected, and smashes through the TIE-wing with near as much oomph as Poe himself managed. Shock and awe perhaps has just been accomplished. Zan grins, and then adds on the comms, <<Splash two of them.>> She flips her A Wing around, avoiding any bits of debris that might be left, and circles back to engage another baddie.

Elrych dodges out of the way of one of the slow S3 Y-Wings in what remain of the flight. Forming up on Ektor's Wing, he flips a switch and brings out his targeting computer. <<"You know, Xer... you got me feeling kinda off today. Not so Space Wizzard that I gota use the actual Targeting computer. Man.">> He banters back to his comrad, ready to get a lock on the cruiser. <<"Ya'll keep those fighters busy. I'll lay in some Torps.">>

So far, the carrier hadn't launched any new fighters but there was a mad dash inside to its compliment. Kalaxions blazzing in alarm after the Inevitable rocked the shields with her Ions.

The first go around had only whet Lintra's appetite. They come back in from the zenith. "Let's loosen this party up, Fiver!" A series of whees and whistles seconds her 'emotion'and the young ace fires on the TW. All canons connect leaving no time to eject for the pilot as the fighter loses wings and then splits in half to empty itself into space. <Splash TW. Black Leader I can back up Tion on the Claw. Copy that?>

<<"It's one of those days, I suppose.">> Poe answers back to Tallie. Black Leader angles back into the fight, its speed increasing as the targeting computer indicates a target rich environment. Staying consistent with his initial attack, Poe engages the second ZC craft, shattering its shields and splitting its hull in a similar fashion. The fighter blitz by again before the explosion has time to expand and the fighter to properly slag. <<"Splash another interceptor..">>-- <<"Your call, Tallie.">>

"Acknowledged," Callax calls out to Nova as she strafes one of the ships - a few flashes of laser fire against Inevitable's shields give him but a momentary spark of worry before he spots the integrity display banishes concern. "Undertaking second run..."

As he guides the gunship past the carrier's belly, Callax squeezes off another triple burst of ion bolts, raking its shields once more. "Torpedo away," calls Page, as a particle-sheathed lance hurtles toward the ion-weakened portion of the field and detonates, stressing the mighty ship's shields even further.

"Excellent shot!" Callax is grinning despite himself - it's been a while since combat effectiveness has been something with which he has been on a first name basis. "Coming around again, prepare another torpedo!"

<<No lie: I always wanted to try this,>> Ektor cackles over the comms, and over the protests of his astromech, the Tionese pirate takes a reckless gamble and passes low enough to slip under the cruiser's shield cover, skimming the hull's surface and dropping a proton bomb that detonates with enough fury to inflict terrible damage on the *Blazing Claw*, at close enough quarters that the wash of the expanding gasses buffet the Y-wing and coat poor R2-G13 in a layer or soot. The droid screams. The pilot laughs.

Nova lashes at the closer Y-Wing with laser fire. "I'm keeping him dancing back here, but he's not going down! Watch out for more fire!"

Zan targets one Y wing who is looking lonely. She is somewhat faster than it is, and her zippy little awing peppers laser shot at it, hitting the shields, but not really doing any damage. She comes around again, making sure to check on the Claw and those attacking it. Still, someone's got to keep these Y wings - "Oh, hey, no going after Pretty Boy!" she grouses, as she starts to line up to take another shot.

Elrych keeps on course as Ektor executes his mad bomber routine. The Jedi Ace shakes his head and looks back to the Targeting computer. He gets a green tone and lets two linked torps fly. The impact heavily against the shields but as soon as they do and after the recovery from the massive hull damage, the DC crews go to work and are able to restore a huge block, erasing any damage the Jedi might have done with his attack. <<"Stang... they're fixing shields...">>

From the Hanger of the Blazing Claw launches another six Fighters, making for 8 total now. 2 Freshh Y-Wings to join the two damaged ones. 2 more Z'Ceptors with at least one Ace, and 2 more TIE-wings. Things were heating up that's for sure.

Poe is sticking to fighter duty today, and at the transmission that more were coming, Poe adjusts his course to engage the ace among them. The fight is almost immediate as fighters criss-cross at blinking speeds, blasting at one another. Poe's eyes narrow as he manages to slam the fighter's shields, but not get the splash. Meanwhile, two training his stern have him glancing up when BB-8 calls it out. "Yeah! Yeah! I see them!.. Hang on, buddy!"

<Black Leader, reorienting and staying on fighters.> In the meantime, Ektor's Y-Wing looks like a flea on the side of a bantha as he hotdogs it under the Bulk cruiser's shield. She sees proton bombs splash on the surface of the ship but has no time to visually access the damage. They are too busy changing vector to make a receiving line for the next visitors leaving the vast cruiser. "We have the target, Fiver."

The brackets move in green on the computer projection and Tallie presses the button releasing a red lance of lasers. At the last moment the ZC sees its end and only three cannons hit. It is out of the fight. <Splash ZC two>

Nova continues plinking away at that Y-Wing, for all the good it's doing. "They must be supercharging their shield generators these days!" The explosion of the carrier, though, is definitely an attention-getter. "I think we can consider this a 'mission accomplished'. Nice work up there!"

The shields are flickering, fading, then strenghtening anew - and Callax isn't going to have it. "Hold on, darlings," Callax says through clenched teeth, and with his fingers wrapped about the handles of the yoke pulls the ship into a steep dive; a maniac thing, following Tion, but he appears to intend to do just that. Down, down, the skipray a mote againt the hide of the carrier, and through the shimmering veil of the deflector envelope - diving underneath the field, mere meters from impact, Callax pulls up and levels the ship out, skimming the hull and pouring a stream of ion bolts into the rupture torn open by Ektor's bombing run. Electricity pours through the ship, cascade failures spreading across every system, and in but seconds as /Inevitable/ begins to pull away, the ship is dead in space.

"Got the bastard," Page calls, "Torpedo away!" Her warhead streaks out and around the side of the ship, hurtling backward and slamming into the now-helpless vessel, tearing a new rent in the carrier's hull.

<< Inevitable here, >> Callax calls over the comms. << Target ionized and heavily damaged. Feel free to go in for the kill! >>

Amid the precise reports between professional combat pilots as the dogfight above the Blazing Claw rages, an enthusiastic idiot hoots, <<WOOOOO HOO HOO!>> as Ektor's Y-wing angles upward away from the dying pirate carrier. A second proton bomb falls in the wake of the ion and torpedo assault that cripples the *Blazing Claw*. The deadly blue charge completes the sudden destruction of this particular Invid home ship. <<Rekk me, I love my work,>> the Tionese pilot declares.

Zan has come about, and she's grinning at the exuberation she can hear from her team mates, and the carrier getting blasted, but right at the moment, she's planning to take one of these Y wings off of Poe's tail. "Come on, c'mon," she mutters as she works on targetting. So she accelerates again, putting her speed to good use as she fires her lasers at it, hitting with all the glory she's got. If nothing else, that ship seems to not be firing at Poe any more?

The Blazing Claw heaves at the impacts of the Ion Canon, Page's Torpedo, and Ektors Proton Bomb. One half of the chip cracks forward, venting plasma as she shields collapse from complete ionization. Small explosion rocket through the cruiser until it explodes massivly in a brilliant light show. Instead of Fleeing the fighters double down.

Elrych is able to lay down some pain on one of the troublesome Y-Wings (Not Ektor... he thinks) but it's droid is rather skilled. <<"Come on you turds... you obviously have lost! Give Up">> He pulls back on the stick, evading fire from two other Y-Wings.

Another pass, and Poe is accelerating his fighter to clobber the remaining ZC. His fire, and focused attention see that the shields are shattered and the craft split into pieces with a subsequent explosion that expands just after he passes it by. <<"WOOOOOOHOOO!">> He yells, looking over his shoulder to angle away from the fire that has been lighting him up from behind. It's time to deal with these guys now. <<"Splash a third... let's mop this up!">>

The backdrop of Lintra's next run is a series of spectacular explosions that begin the break up of the Bulk Cruiser.

<Ektor. Are you up to no good again?> she asks hearing his maniacal laughter. <Between you, Fancy Pants and Pretty Boy what is going to be left for me?> While she quips over the encrypted coms, the young ace is angling back towards the fighters that are now bereft of their mother ship. Fiver tells her that com traffic between the group has redoubled. "What's our routine, Fiver. We are going for that TW."

The reassuring beep of target acquisition fills her helmet phones and she flips Black Five over in a roll barreling in with all laser cannons firing. She pulls up leaving the TW disabled, <Black 5 - splash the other TW>

As the carrier cracks open and explodes behind them, that leaves only the remaining fighters. Banking wide, Callax's face shines with the explosion, the light of the dying flames, his own love of the fight. << Engaging fighters, >> he reports over the comms, then lets out a bright, musical cheer. "Right, ladies! Let's see what else we can get into. Nova, attack my target. Page, get those shields topped up, won't you?" And he fires the guns...but the pilot of that TIE-Wing is wily, and his electric bolts are pirouetted through without a hit.

"Well," Callax mutters, rolling his eyes. "That's not very helpful..."

And then there are THREE Y-wings chasing Poe! But it's okay, one of them opens fire on another, announcing in a distinctly Tionese manner of speech, <<Mine is the superior Wishbone, yeah?!>> His cannons cause an abrupt change of course, and singe the canopy, but do little more than scare the poor (bad) pirate.

Nova hoses down the Y-Wing with more laser fire. "I think he's beginning to notice he's being shot at," she remarks disgustedly. "Hopefully it'll affect his aim."

<<Chasing a wishbone,>> Zan says, as she continues her flying. <<Not Ektor.>> They keep flying after someone not her, and while Zan doesn't want to be a target, she also doesn't want her friends and team mates shot at. So, she flies through, attacking the same one again, spraying laser shots at it, before she drops down, changes speed and evades the return fire. "Hah. Well, at least you noticed me that time," Zan comments. Not really to the whole team though. Yes, she's talking to herself, but only because there is no droid there to listen.

Elrych is chasing after a Y-Wing with an astromech so good it erases any damage the Jedi did to it. "Oh Come on!" Eggsy scolds him as the juking jiving jizz music plays over his cockpit speakers. <<"We got agang up on these dorks... they're not giving up. We musta pissed 'em off good.">> No signs of giving up from the remaining flight just yet! Not even trying to make a run to hyper space.

To any on lookers, they might see a nice little dog fight going on. Anyone have some Dathomir Tea?

Poe chuckles as more lanced fire dances by his wings. He spins and angles away, reaching up to flip the switch to disengage his S-foils and take some of that extra boost. The sudden jolt puts him back against his seat and he smiles. "Here.. weeeee. gooo!" An arm braces against his canopy as Poe jerks the yoke to one side. Using the quick-action release on the yoke, his S-foils engage mid-motion, and his engines stutter under the sudden pressure and G forces. This makes his entire fighter groan as the frame is tested.

Black Leader sails around his pursuer, somehow orienting himself behind them. The subsequent fire from the X-Wing are enough to shatter its shields, but then the pilot angles back to force Poe out of a shot. Black Leader angles off, spinning. <<"Shields are down! Shields are down on that one!">>

"Three on the Commander seems a bit much, Fiver. We are going for the Tw on his tail." Black 5 pulls a fast one on the group flying against them, slowing and doing a high-G turn that brings her T-85 on their tails. She lights up one of them bringing its shields down significantly but it is still flying when she does the turnaround to finish the job.

With a serious lacing of laser fire across /Inevitable/'s thick shield belt, Callax brings the gunship around to retaliate - and finding the guilty party's shields out from another ally's attack, tries on a poisonous smile as he centers the wishbone in the gunship's crosshairs. "Now then, my dear," he purrs, "Let's see you deal with -this.-"

'This', of course, being a thorough hosing from the ship's electrical cannons - Callax truly does get vicious after tasting blood, and his marksmanship sees the wishbone crackle with a halo of electricity, tumbling dead and cold into the dark.

"Shields restoring," Page says from her station. "Just under seventy percent or so."

"Excellent." Callax is already preparing for another attack run. "Nova? Do pick your targets as you will. No point in wasting good carnage."

<<<Sunshine, I'm *never* up to no good,>> Ektor claims with a knowing drawl. <<You know why? Cause when you'rethis good at being bad, it alllll good, yeah?>> While offering that scrap of dubious wit, Ektor's cannons kick apart the TIE-wing Ugly, prompting a snicker. <<Looks like it's got little ears, yeah?>> His trail of cannonfire further chews into an Invid Y-wing.

Frustrated, Nova fires again on that Y-Wing... and blinks as the heavy fighter doesn't evade! She continues pouring fire in, and the stubborn fighter suddenly turns into a million glowing splinters! "I got him! Our persistent tail is down!"

Zan is concentrating on the Y wing she's been dog fighting with. Actually, this might be her first really good dog fight, and she's enjoying the flying part, glad enough to not get hit though. <<Black 10, Going for another pass,>> she calls, letting them know what she's doing and where she's at. A breath, she centers her attention, waits for green on her targetting system, as she jukes her fighter just a little, just enough to make her more difficult to target. She layers more laser fire at the Y wing, as she flies by, getting out of the way as the number of bad guys is going down swiftly, and it's not good to get in the way. She starts setting up for another pass, ready to continue the fight. Wait, is there still a fight? <<Where did everybody go?>> she asks, blinking. <<Starting to feel like time to head home, isn't it?>>

With one Y-Wing left, all of his comrades dead or ejected... or both, the Wishbone with moderate shield damage turns tail and runs. He must have been calculating a hyper jump because as soon as he levels out, he zips into hyper space leaving Black Squadron and Allies to nothing but molton smoldering wreckeg which will slowly slip into orbit creating a thin ring around Axxila before burning up in it's atmosphere.

Elrych had pulled tight back on his yoke as Zandra layed into her Y-Wing, coming in and finishing the Job. The old Republic Fighter/Bomber explodes much like Nova's, leaving nothing but hunks of scrap metal for the inevitable salvage crew to come pick up. <<"Alright... I wish we could. Jobs not done yet.">>

The Crawler then jumps into system and starts to make it's way towards the planets surface, <<"Gota make sure Grond crew doesn't need us. Normally we'd just slag their ground base but... the AntiPirate guys don't want any collateral damage... neither does command.">>