Log:Resistance: Bombs Away
Bombs Away
OOC Date: September 1, 2018
Location: Ord Mantell
Participants: Calevaro, Ektor, Jessika Pava, Karas Darkwing, Poe Dameron, The Resistance
The mission brief divided the SFC in this mission into three groups: diversion, escort, and bombers. The Resistance was striking the heart of the Ord Mantell pirate organization on the planet itself, which raised the minor problem of the First Order frigate Adarga in orbit. The Blue Squadron A-wings would act as a diversion, jumping in on the far side of the system, and seeking to pull the Adarga and its fighters away from the planet.
Once the bombers and escorts jumped in, assuming there wasn't an enemy frigate in the way, they were to hammer through the defending Kimogila squadron, and annihilate the pirate turbolaser defenses and headquarter complex, sparing only the warehouses.
In the unfamiliar cockpit of an H-6 Scurrg bomber, Ektor glances to his right, where Tenner is plugged into the navigator's station, and his left, to the bombardier's console. "Swear, this thing flies more like a shuttle than a starfighter. Never thought I'd be missing how a B-wing handles." Hollering back over his shoulder, he prompts the turret gunner, "Coming out of hyperspace, yeah?" They emerge in front of the looming bulk of Ord Mantell. <<Green Two, here. Looks like the diversion worked, no frigate in scanner range. Starting my approach to the planet, entering orbit innnn.. two minutes.>>
As the Resistance escort fighters assume their formations, and break atmosphere, the anticipated squadron of pirate Kimogila fightercraft launch in two waves, streaking up from the planet on an intercept course toward the ships of Red and Green (adopted) Squadrons.
"Red six ready to intercept." Calevaro broadcasts, his sweaty hands on his fighter's controls. He would look around the ship's cocpit, giving a nod to the small r2 unit. "Do your best, r2." He says to the droid, green eyes moving to stare as the pirates come to intercept the resistances squadrons. For the moment he simply maintains formation, performing a check of his fighter's systems one last time.
The contrails of black leaders engines streak through space emitting a flash where his craft instantly appeared. Engines flare to life and Poe's voice is heard over comms. <<This Black Leader, escorts adopt an aggressive attack formation by following my lead. Keep good thoughts for Snap and Nien, they're in the real fight.>> Poe moves his craft ahead of their bomber but keeps his s foils in a closed and locked position. "Hey buddy, extend our sensor range. I wanna see them coming." BB-8 warbles back a positive response.
Exiting hyperspace, Jessika spends the few brief seconds after the transition to survey her surroundings through the yellow blast visor of her helmet. Emblazoned on its sides are the Resistance's winged emblem and the same image, in yellow, representing the Tierfon Yellow Aces from back during the days of the Rebel Alliance. Adjusting her snubfighter's throttle, Jessika flicks her gaze to her sensors and lightly adjusts her vector with the slightest nudge of her contoured flight stick through the thick leather of her flight gloves. She shifts, slightly, in the tight straps keeping her snug in her seat, and glances out the viewport to try and get a visual on their approaching destination. "Ali, focus on shield management in the upcoming fight. I'll take care of the rest."
Calevaro visibly winces inside his X-wing: One of the enemi ships missiles comes right for his fighter. The young pilot tries to control his breathing, hands on the controls. He spins his ship quickly, atmepting to lose the enemi's lock. It works: The missile flies past his ship. As he's coming out of his spin, Calevaro returns fire, lasers firing from his fighter. Unfortunately he fails to hit his target. The resistance pilot is, at least, still alive and is sertainly glad for it.
"There they are! Nice find, pal." Poe locks s foils into attack position, weaving to the left as a series of concussion missiles stream by.<<They're coming in for locks! Avoid what you can guys, and cover each other.>> Poe practices what he preached by angling upward and following K Leader, the one responsible for hitting Ektor. When the targetting computer toned a lock, Poe opened fire with his Taim and Bak KX9 laser cannons, smashing the Leader's shields and scorching the craft's exterior hull. Poe stayed on him, trying to clear the way for Green 2.
Streaking forward into the fight with the red flare of her craft's fusial engines glowing brightly, Jessika picks one of the numerous fighters out of the mix and heads straight for the heavy fighter. A warning light on her console alerts her to an attempted lock, and the tone blaring loud in her ear tells her that it's a solid lock. She's too close to break off at this point, and doing so would ruin her chance at her own shot. Most pilots who had recently lost their fighters might have veered off anyway. Jessika grits her teeth and maintains her course. The concussion missile smashes into her foreshields and more warning lights paired with quick warbles from Ali alert her that they're very nearly down from such an impact.
Jessika aligns her sights with the enemy fighter, regardless, and squeezes the trigger, spitting a salvo of red lances from the tips of her craft that pepper and pop the heavy fighter's shields before leaving more successful signs of contact as carbon scoring along its hull. <<This is Red Two. Shields are low. Still engaging.>> Sending brief, but pertinent information across the net, Jessika jerks the yolk to the side while hitting her port pedal to bank her X-Wing hard around in an attempt to line herself up for another shot on the hostile target she's traded shots with. "Keep focused, Ali. Do what you can. I'll worry about the flying."
Ektor begins his merry stream of profanity as Tenner mournfully warbles that a missile lock is being established. The Tionese pilot goes into an evasive roll- or rather, he would if this were a more nimble ship. Instead, the Scurrg class bomber just sort of banks into the missile. <<Eh, kriff this backwards, forwards, and sideways. Shields ain't gone, but just about. Tenner, get those back up, yeah?>> With the initial joust turning into a chaotic tumble, the Resistance (adopted) bomber continues its drive toward the terrestrial base, Kimogila 5 and 6 in pursuit, the pirate leader having broken off to deal with Black Leader.
Arriving late to the party, Red Leader is here and as he sees whats going on, he blinks a little as he begins throttling up his X-Wing and racing towards the ongoing fur ball. His wings split into attack position and as they do, he quickly moves to help engage the target thats going after Red 2.
Engines blaze as Calevaro pushes his crat's throthle forward, accelerating towards the resistance bomber. He seeks to intercept the two hostile ships, hoping to draw the atention of at least one of the ships that are purssuing the bomber. As he moves bheind one of the pirate ships, he presses the trigger, lasers firing from his ship's wings. Unfortunately, he misses his shots, moving his craft in an intercepting atempt.
Poe was after a pro pilot. Their skills were exemplary, but somehow Poe managed to both avoid being hit and return fire at them. He watched in awe as the craft spun expertly, evading the red streaks from his cannons. A smile formed and Poe engaged his thrusters. This guy would need a bit more elbow grease. "We're staying on 'em, Pal. Watch our back!"
The immediate chaos of the fight is a dazzling display of multi-colored laser fire flashing through the void. Some streak off harmlessly to lose all their energy. Some impact ships, both friendly and hostile. Ali's extended manipulating arm is busy at work fixing the shield damage so it's evently distributed and boosted from non-essential systems throughout the craft. Jessika's own arm is busy flexing as it guides her craft through an evasive pattern that keeps the target she's after from landing any solid shots on her. Not so lucky in the opposite case, though. She goes to squeeze the trigger as her sights align, but instinct tells her the heavy fighter is just waiting for that. She holds, janks a little farther left, and then has the opportunity she needs.
Another squeeze of the trigger sends another salvo of fire, earning her a pair of solid impacts that she's not quite sure she's made given the speed at which they're maneuvering about one another in a ballet of death. <<Kimogila Four's almost down. Maintaining pursuit.>> Her clipped chatter is all her mind can spare to the task of keeping her Squadron appraised of her situation over their communications band, and any more than that would be too much traffic over the net.
Ektor is still struggling with the handling of the big Scurrg bomber. The pair of Kimogilas on his tail tear through his shields with heavy laser cannons, chewing into the hull. <<Shields down, hull's griping at me- hang on,>> he growls, abruptly killing the engine output and firing the forward thrusters. A bit of charred hull plating flies off, but the pursuit craft do overshoot him, allowing the Tionese pilot to return the favor with a salvo of forward cannons. <<Arright, I feel a bit better, now. Thanks for the backup, New Guy. Kar, good to see you, yeah? Starting my approach on the forward turbolaser batteries.>>
Karas is able to asses the situation and as he sees this, he sees the X-Wings going toe to toe with the enemy fighters but the two fighters giving Green 2 chase, Red 1 reacts. Power pouring into the engines, Red Leader is closing in on the two enemy fighters and as he gets a clear shot after weaving through the fight, he is able to score a hit on the shields on one of the fighters chasing Ektor. <<WOrking on the fighters on your tail Green 2.>> he calls.
"Glad to help, green two!" Calevaro exclaims on the resistance's open communication channel, before he refocus on his enemi. He continues to accelerate, flying close to one of the fighters tailing Ektor. When he judges the time is right, he fires the four cannons of his x-wing at once. The result couldn't have been better: The first shot destroys the other craft's engine casing, the other 3 shots blowing the whole engine. Without the means to continue flying, the craft spins out of control, the enemi pilot desperately ejecting as the craft explodes. "You are free!" Calevaro exclaims, moving closer to the bomber. As he sees another of their ships engaging the other heavy fighter, the young man can't help but grin.
Poe manages to avoid another barrage, one which made him react and yell at the same time. "Woah! You alright back there, BB-8?!" Poe was relieved to hear the droid pipe back up. Adjusting his flight path, he tried to land another hit but this guy outmanuevered his shots again. "Man, this guy is determined!" Poe tried to stay with him, laughing as they weaved from side to side trying to get that right angle on one another.
The opposing pilot is panicking. Jessika can tell by the erratic patterns of movement and the misses that streak off past her rather than impacting against her. She maintains her own cool, weaving and adjusting her speed in quick moments of slowing to match their velocity on attack or speeding to avoid return fire. Constant pressure, consistent pattern, and keeping her mind in the fight provides her with all the chance that she needs: the rapid flashing of arrows on her targeting computer indicating that the fighter is well within her sights triggers a squeeze of the trigger and a rapid smack of another pair of powerful laser cannon shots into the target's engines. There's a flash before the engines go out. <<Kimogila Four is down! Changing targets!>> Jessika turns about.
Seeing the explosion of one of the fighters on Green 2, grinning a little bit as Red 1 is still able to keep up with the enemy fighter and as he does, Karas presses the trigger hitting the fighter with a glancing blow. It wasn't a good hit and Karas did know that after the shot was made, cursing a bit to himself he watches as the fighter buggers off Green 2, <<Green 2, you are clear.>> he says.
Ektor guides the Scurrg in low, as lances of turbolaser fire split the sky of Ord Mantell. Even the bulky bomber weaves harmlessly out of the firing solution, adding a hard juke to narrowly avoid the cannons of the last pursuing Kimogila. <<Thanks, fellas. I'm in the clear, target lock acquired on the forward line if batteries- let's drop the boom, yeah?>> Cackling to himself as Tenner restores a measure of the shields, Ektor banks hard to fly along the line of terrestrial cannons, proton bomb chutes beginning to let slip the first measures of their payload, as in the skies above, the desperate defense grows bloody.
Seeing that Ektor isn't being assaulted by any of the hostile fighters, Calevaro turns his ship back, heading for the last fighter that was purssuing green two. accelerating his x-wing towards the enemi heavy fighter. He pulls the trigger, his X-wing letting out a barrage of lasers: It is a clear hit ttough its not enough to bring the other fighter down. Calevaro swerves, avoiding lasers that would have hit his ship. He spins his craft around, atempting to hit his target once more
Poe finally gets the angle after avoiding a hasty feral shot from his opponent. Poe's lands harshly along the exterior hull of the fighter and sparks begin to fly from the craft. BB-8 indicates the fighter's weapons are offline and Poe is faced with a dilemna. Does he stay with the fighter and take out a defenseless pilot, or does he let them go? Moments like this defined a man, and Poe weighed the decision out for an instant, then he engaged his engines to pursue. They were a threat again if they managed to fix the problem, and it was best they be neutralized. Poe's bearing becomes fixed and he looks for the next shot.
Coming in from the outer fringes of the fight, Jessika singles out one of the stragglers who doesn't seem to be flying with a wingmate. Checking her sensors, she sees why. Lining up her vector, she pushes her throttle to full and streaks in towards him with her sights lined up. The moment she's in range, Jessika uses all of her preemptive opportunity to unleash a torrent of fire in his direction. The craft's shields almost weather the hits, but a shimmering cascade of activity seems them dissolve, putting her at an immediate advantage against the pilot who she's after. <<I'm after Three! Shields are down, and mine are good!>> Jessika doesn't spare a glance over her shoulder, but Ali's work with the shields has gotten her into a safer place. "Great work, Ali."
Having chased off the fighter on Green 2, Karas quickly check targets and pulling back on the pilot yoke, doing a hard bank and pushing his fighter to the main fight. As his X-Wing speeds to the fight, and finding an avaliable target, he tries to do a quick pot shot, but as he fires the enemy fighter breaks hard evading his attack.
"Okay, so flying this thing is like trying win a footrace by pushing a boulder uphill, yeah? But gotta admit: hollering 'bombs away' and watching a big stretch of ground stop existing ain't bad," Ektor notes aloud, before hollering on comms, <<Bombs away!>> as the cataclysm of proton bombs consumes the line of terrestrial turbolasers in a line of rising fire and sundered rock. <<Arright, Tenner has the headquarters and the loot houses flagged. On approach to the headquarters.>>
"Not good!" Calevaro exclaims, his lasers missing the enemi fighter. He starts to spin, atempting to avoid being hit by the enemi's returning fire. Alas this time he fails, his ship is peppered with several shots. Fortunately, his shields still hold. "R2, see what you can do." He instructs his droid, the little astromesh unit moving to start repairing and recharging the shields. Calevaro's full atention focuses on the fighter infront of him, the young pilot turning his ship around for another run at his target, his X-wing's cannons firing.
oe's shot lines up finally and he takes it, turning his head slightly. They connect with the rear of the ship sparking another short that engulfs the fuselage. A second or two later, the entire craft goes up in a violent explosion that splits the craft in half. Bits of its debris, burning, streaks with black smoke across the sky as it plummets to its final resting place. Poe angles away by tipping upward and gaining altitude. <<Kimogila Leader is down! Who needs some help?>> His call to assist is paired with the orientation of his craft returning to the main fight at hand.
Jessika may have gotten the drop on Kimogila Three, but the pilot pulls his or her act together rapidly and swings about. Jessika's shields dissolve fully this time, and she barks to her BB unit to stay focused on bringing them back up. She's not as lucky in the return. While she gets a decent angle on the fighter she's after, the quick thinking of the pilot sees all of her shots go wide, missing entirely. <<Red Two, shields are down.>> Despite the danger of that situation, she maintains a calm voice while relaying it. Still, there's nod enying the sense of urgency in her movements. It's no small feat of willpower to keep her from panicking just as the target before her had, and Jessika's not too keen on repeating a trip outside so soon after the one before.
Karas is trying to get into his rhythm and as he does he checks his sensors and sees that Poe has taken out his target. He grins nd checks on the others as they begin to mop up, <<Take it too'em Green 2.>> he calls into his comms. Focusing back to the fight at hand, Karas is able to get a better lock and fire, two of the shots managed to knock out Kimogila 2's shields.
Ektor's bomber rocks with an impact as the freshly raised shields collapse anew, and a spray of sparks are raised from a console. Peering at what it was, Ektor mumbles, "Didn't need that, anyway. Tenner, what was that? Never mind, coming in over the target, now- he can't take us down in time, yeah?" <<Approaching Trash-Pirate headquarters... releasing payload.>>
As the Resistance pilots have seized the advantage and as Poe brings down the pirate ace, the surviving Kimogila fighters begin maneuvering more erratically, visible panic setting in.
<<Bombs away! ...Okay, it loses something the second time,>> Ektor decides as the proton bombs tear through the central headquarter complex of the Ord Mantell base. Tenner fails to reverse the damage done to the Scurrg's shields, but Ektor manages to avoid the last desperate salvo from Kimogila 10, and banks back toward the sky, as the surviving pirate heavy fighters elect to scatter in an attempt to flee the devastation of their lair.
Calevaro's battle continues: The two fighters continue to fire at each other, neiter of them gaining an advantage. The young piot softly bites his lower lip. His fighter dives in an inssane maneover, red lasers leaving his fighter's wings as he makes yet another atempt to neutralize his enemy. As the pirate's hq is bombed, his enemi tries to disengage. Seeing the devastation bellow, Calevaro simply lets the other fighter escape, warning shots being fired in case the other pilot tries to fire at him again. He looks bheind him, giving a smile to his r2 unit, who has managed to repair most of the damage done to the shields.
<<Trying to help you out, Red 2.>> His shots miss gloriously, but Poe streaks by Red 2 and angles off to one side to remain in her sight, but outside her lane of fire. He remains with her, looking to pursue this guy to the end. He'd be hard pressed to outrun two of the Resistance's ace pilots.
She's flying on edge, without shields, and the warnings from Ali about being unable to get the shields to cycle has her even more worried. It's a fear that's not quite justified, however, because Green Two's efforts have seen the base obliterated. "Yes, I'm aware they're still down! Cycle through some of the reserve engine power." Making quick decisions, it takes a moment for the Kimogila's sudden breaking off to register with her. <<Appreciate the help, Black Leader. Pursuing target.>> Trusting in her astromech to do the work necessary to keep her in the fight, Jessika veers around to streak after the fighter that robbed her of her shields. She normally doesn't like chasing after pilots in retreat, but this is a more serious case with higher stakes.
Sticking with his target, Karas isn't letting ti get away, though as the Kimogila tries to shake him and doing so, Karas rolls left and does a high climb, with a barrel roll only to dive back down onto K 2. As he does, he brings his targeting reticle over the fighter and as he does he fires letting loose a torrent of red laser fire. He watches as the shots hit the fighter hard!. Though as the pirates base is destroyed, he looks and sees that the enemies are making a run for it, no they can't let this go and he keeps on K2.
With a nod, Calevaro would continue his dive, his lasers scoring a light hit against his enemi. Witht he other ship actively atempting to disengage, Calevaro accelerates, atempting to close the distance between the two fighters.. Its time for this conflict to end: His fighter, while diving, continues to fire at the other craft.
Poe is staying on Jess' wing, but that's not preventing him from initiating some carbon scoring along the outer hull of the fleeing craft. He maintains his speed knowing the other craft cannot out run them, and adjusts his aim to attempt a lock again.
They might have the advantage with the chase, but Jessika can tell that most of the craft are going to get away. Switching from the tactical net to a more personal channel to Major Dameron, Jessika relays her opinion. <<Black Leader, Red Two. Advise we peel off at this point. Mission accomplished. We should get Blue Squadron out of there and RTB.>> The longer they stay out there fighting, the greater the chance that something could go wrong. At this point, they've been lucky with what they've been doing. More time means more chance for casualty, and Jessika doesn't want to see it. Even if she continues to fire on the target that's fleeing at the moment.
The H-6 Scurrg banks toward the Kimogila that had most recently been in pursuit of him, as the pirates scatter. A long range salvo of linked cannons are fired after the heavy fighter, to little effect. "So... now I miss the speed of a Y-wing. Tenner, this just ain't right. Might as well let him know we're still here, yeah?"
Unable to outrun the Resistance X-wings, the Kimogila survivors who are still being pursued strike upon a dangerous survival strategy: rather than fleeing up, they flee down, in an effort to lose their pursuit long enough to either escape, bail out, or die by crashing into a teetering pile of junk, any of the three outcomes seem equally likely.
Karas is keeping on his target, even as the fighter is trying to lose him, Karas isn't a rookie pilot and cutting his speed slightly y and keeping on the fighters 6. Though when he gets a firing solution, Karas fires, but as he does his aim is off and the shot goes wide. He isn't sure what happened, but he didn't like that he missed a shot like this.
"This is red Six." Calevaro starts over the resistance's open communication channel. "Requestion permission to end purssuit.. We have already achieved our main objective." He tries to keep his message brief, still focusing on the fleeing pirate. He continues to fire, but its clear he eiter is missing or isn't really wanting to hit his target. It is of no consequence, the other fighter's cocpit opens, the pilot being ejected to relactive safety.
<<Good call, Red 2. Break.>> Poe veers away from the fighter even as it crashes. <<All callsigns, this is Black Leader. Find your escape vectors and RTB. Blue squadron, break contact and jump to safety, boys. You guys did awesome! Break.>> Poe angles back toward space and closes his S-foils. <<Good work, team. Now let's get home and get some hot chow. Black Leader out.>>
Having hit his target again, though not fully destroying it, he sees the pilot punch out. Thats as good as a kill, he nods and banks away closing the S-Foils of his fighter and forming up with the others, <<I'm down for that.>> Karas says.
