Log:Resistance: Jezzar Prime

Jezzar Prime

OOC Date: April 9, 2019
Location: Kumasi System
Participants: Atridusk, Callax Dalso, Ektor, Merek, Miri Sakir, Nova Korell, Snap Wexley, Tallissan Lintra, The Resistance

Another day, another desperate plea for help from a spacefarer in need of rescue. This time, as the stand-by pilots of the Resistance scramble (and the off duty pilots are called back from leave to become the new stand-by pilots) the ship in need is a large Sullustan Quasar Fire class freighter, the *Star of Genarius*, whose captain reports a heavy attack by pirates in the Kumasi system.

The jarring return to realspace following the hyper jump decelerates the senses rapidly, revealing a running fight that looks extremely one-sided: the Star of Genarius is still in one piece, but its pair of turbolasers are wholly ineffective against the swarm of six pirate starfighters strafing its rear shields to target its already damaged engine array. A heavily armed Action III freighter, the *Jazzar Prime* sits just outside weapons range of the skirmish, while the half dozen modified fighters (reading as Jazzar 1-6) continue to erode the big Sullustan craft's shields. The Quasar Fire's shields look to have failed at least once, before; hull damage is visible and its engines are operating at a glacial one-quarter output.

Snap takes a moment to get his bearings after the flight returns to realspace, trusting his sensors more then his eyes for a moment or two. "What do we've got here R5?" He asks his astromech, who bleeps back a quick summary of what they are facing. "Just a little sporty out there then. A fine soft evening buddy." His brown eyes look up to the scene before him as he hits the engines, and his X-Wing starts forward. <Black Squadron, Black-3. I'll take point, form up evenly off my wings. Gold Squadron, fall in behind us, and we'll cover you for now. Lets focus on the fire on the fighters, and then once we have them under control we'll break off Gold Squadron with an escort to take out that freighter, while we mop up the rest.> Snap says over the comms to the Squadron, and reaches down to lock open his s-foils. <Lock S-Foils in attack position, and lets get to work.>

With that said the old pilot pushes the throttle forward, and his X-Wing shoots off towards the freighter. <To All Hostile Aircraft... Stand down now or you will be destroyed...> He offers over an open channel, even as he moves to attack.

After the drop in and reorientation, Fiver brings up positions in the system. Tactical holograms reflect orange on Tallie's face painting her white helmet and the confines the confines of her T-85 brightly. <<Copy that Black 3, Black 5 on your starboard wing>> she reports as she continues to assess, wings open for attack she pulls the throttle smoothly back pressing herself against her seat back. "Fiver, give me two targeting solutions on one."

<<Space cops on the beat!>> Miri crows as soon as they make it to realspace, blinking hard as her eyes adjust. <<Black Eight copies, riding the port wing.>>

Black Twelve is now Callax Dalso's chariot of war, having lost Ten not long ago - and now it needs to be blooded. "Fang, darling," the pale pilot says over internal link, "Please do prepare yourself. I intend to do my level best to butcher everything on the field today, short of stealing kills from our illustrious company."

Callax opens Twelve's strike foils as Snap requests, banking his ship into attack position, and then calls over the group comms frequency. << Black Ten copies, boards are green and guns are hot. As you command, Three. >> Beneath the shadow of his helmet's visor, Callax gives a quiet, evil smile.

Even after all her practice, flying is /still/ harder than moving one's body. But Nova is determined to become a pilot, preferably a good one. And honestly? Sometimes the rewards are worth the trouble, especially sitting at the controls of the galaxy's premiere flying nightmare, the Incom T-85 X-Wing, the fighter so badass it doesn't /need/ a new model name. Blinking as the afterglow of hyperspace fades, she looks to her sensor console first. Her eyes won't see much in the black for a few seconds. <That's a lot of fighters for such a makeshift carrier. Most of those models don't even have hyperdrive out of the box,> she comments. <We might force a surrender if we endanger their carrier enough for it to jump out... after we get their attention, of course,> she adds, just as a suggestion. As in her role as a groundpounder, she's thinking aggressively forward.

On command, she flips the switch and listens to the servos droning as the s-foils assume attack position. <Black 11 copies. Forming on your wing, Space Cop 8,> she coms, taking up a position to support Miri, and the squadron through her.

Atridusk takes a deep breath from his gunner seat in Gold two, its his first combat mission since enlisting in the Resistance. But he was recruited as a soldier so space battle is a new experience for him, but a challenge hes happy to take on and succede at.

Merek is seated back in the Y-Wing to assist as a gunner mechanic, while he takes a moment to check his toolkit. He then takes a moment to place hands upon the controls, while he speaks back to Ektor, "I can't tell you that I'll hit anything, but I can keep this ship doing its best if we take a hit too," he says, while he checks the radar on the weapon.

<< I'm here, too. Yay for our side,>> Ektor cracks with a sardonic smile audible in his voice as the fighter banks lazily toward the ongoing skirmish. The trilling reports of his astromech draw a roll of Ektor's eyes, "Listen, Genius: if all you're gonna do when I leave your vocodor on is complain about what I'm supposed to be doing, you ain't really giving me much reason to leave it on, yeah?" After bickering with his astromech, he glances over one shoulder. "Spooky-cloak, you kidding me? You can't play at cloak and dagger without a dagger! S'why it ain;t just called 'cloak', yeah?"

The arrival of the Resistance fighters has an immediate effect on the pirate craft: the hitherto patient *Jezzar Prime* flares its engines and slowly advances to oppose the newly arrived starfighters, while the mismatched Jezzar squadron divides: the pair of Starchasers, arm missiles and remain on the besieged Sullustan freighter, the remaining four veer to charge the incoming Resistance.

The musical babble of the Sullustan language greets the Resistance on their arrival, a bit stilted in translation by ship's computers, after a moment's delay for processing, <<Expression of gratitude, my friends! Great relief at your arrival is felt. Main propulsion unit offline, but expression of faith in most excellent engineers to carry up shields. Hope!>>

In Gold 2, Mekil grunts and squeals in instruction to Atridusk, too stout in his seat to turn and look backward at his gunner. The Astromech translates, <<Flight Officer Colez would like to note that he wishes you all of the enemy you can eat.??

<Black and Gold Squadrons, Black 3. Focus fire on Jazzar-1, then Jazzar-2, then ... you get the drill. Lets get some heat off the Genarius fast.> Snap keys over the comms to the flight of Resistance Pilots, and brings his nose around to line up the Jazzar-1 on the T-85's HUD. <Black-11, Black-3. Roger that. Just need even the odds for the Genarius.>

The engines on Snap's X-Wing burn brightly with an angry red light, propelling the snubfighter across the dark canvass of stars. As the flight closes on their targets, he looks to either side in his cockpit -- checking to make sure that everyone is in position. Seeing that everyone is ready, he focuses forward again, and his gaze narrows on his HUD and the targeting reticule surounding Jazzar-1. His hands subtley tighten around the throttle and control stick in anticipation as he lines up his shot. Closer and closer he flies, and as soon as the hud indicates that he is in range he pulls the trigger. Blazing red energy shoots from the tips of his wings, and streaks towards the Pirate Ship.

"Fiver, here they come, that's the Cloakshapes, on our 3 and V-Wings on our 9. Pincher!" A long winded reply begins which Tallie interrupts, "Give me the one on our 3!" <<Black 3, copy that, Black 5 on Jazzar-2>> Tallie rolls out of formation for a clear shot, reorients until the targeting signal flashes a solid go. Red lasers blaze the distance between them with three cannons connecting. There is a flare of shields and then the tell-tale flash proceeding disintegration. No time for the pilot to eject.

<<Black3, splash Jazzar-2, re-targeting>> strangely Tallie's voice comes over the com flatly. "Fiver, new targeting solution."

<<Black Eight on... shaaaaaaaavit, come here, you mother-rekker>> Miri says helpfully as she misses Jazzar-1. She grits her teeth and executes a tight roll to set her brain straight before finding a new target.

"I am not here for substandard people," Callax mutters in his best bitchy-cheerleader snarl; he banks left, then right, and rolls as he fires with Jazzar-1 locked in the scopes. The resulting spiral of red death connects with the V-wing's hull, blowing through shields and armor alike and converting it to so much blazing shrapnel. << Black Twelve, >> he calls over the link, deathly calm, << Splash one. Cycling to next target. >>

But the smile is still there, unseen by all.

<Nice shot, Five!> Nova calls, seeing Tallie's target disintegrate. But a good look at her sensor console shows a developing problem, the warning backed up by Jammer's urgent warble. </Genarius/ is looking bad, Three. Detecting missile locks. Permission to engage attacking fighters?>

She's barely got the answer before she's angling off to go after one of the predatory Starchasers, the only design here with hyperdrive. But the two aren't sleeping at the boards: Out of her volley of shots, only one connects, scorching the R-41's shields. Still, she's gotten his attention. <Suggest you make for open space /now/, pirate. I won't go so easy on you next time!>

Atridusk looks to his pilot and than back to the droid. "All the enemies I can eat? Thats an in'erestin' way of puttin' i'." Dusk says back to the droid before lining up his shot and taking it missing completely. "Damn Ill figure ou' how to aim wi'h these guns I swear i'."

Merek offers up the thumbs up that tells Ektor he won't hit a thing. So he takes a shot with the turrets that fire off somewhere that's probably going to have it hit some rock in another sector. He looks back to the man in the pilot's seat, "I uh... I think that the cloak is more important though," he says, while he takes a moment to adjust the controls also.

<<Right, I'ma fly at the fat birds,>> Ektor nods in acknowledgement(?) of Snap's orders. <<Mekil, let's hammer that Hutt-sucker on the end and meet Black Squad in the middle, yeah?>> The pair of Y-wings bank in formation to challenge the pirate Cloakshapes. While the Gamorrean in Gold 2 lands a square blast on the shields, Ektor is not so sharp, cannons stabbing into the void. In turn, the lead Y-wing easily avoids the quartet of lasers stabbing back, while Mekil's craft takes a hit to the fore shields, in return. Ektor drawls lazily at his gunner, "Nah, nah... it's the dagger. DEFINITELY. Also, you ain't gotta hit anything, but if you hit somebody on our side? I'm gonna hit the backseat ejecy button, yeah?" There is no back-seat only eject button, R2-G13 assures Merek. "Shut up!"

The pirate fighters are well flown, but simply lack the shields and armor of military grade fighters, leaving them very little margin for error against the cutting edge T-85s of Black Squadron. Both V-wings are lost in the opening joust, as the Starchasers also break off their bombing run to lend air to the remainder of Jezzar squadron, even as the pirate base ship enters firing range, and fires its forward batteries at the newly arrived Resistance intruders.

<Nice shots Pilots!> Snap exclaims over the Comms, his face illuminated by the dying light of exploding star fighters in close proximity. He glances down at his sensors again. <Black-11, Black-3. Copy that. We've cleared enough escorts. You are free to engage. Gold Squadron back up Black-11, and focus fire on her target -- Jazzar-4.> The old pilot twists the controls on his fighter, and brings it around in a long arc -- allowing him to look back over the battlefield. He sees that the Starchasers have broken off to engage them, and he smiles in his cockpit. <Black Squadron focus fire on Jezzar-5.> He lines up the cloakshape, and then fires.

<<Black 3, bogey freighter turning for missile launch>> Tallie does not follow on Black 3's target. "Arm us, Fiver. We are going to give that freighter a little hello from the Resistance." Binary beeps and whistles accompany the display put on her two. "Let's go and say hello."

<<Copy that, focusing fire on Jezzar-5>> Miri sings out, lining up her sights and finishing off the Cloakshape.

With its partner going up in a fireball nearby, Callax locks in Jazzar Six and opens fire on the other Cloakshape - he's got a thing for those old bastards, apparently, and as he brings the ship down on a slashing run against the far older fighter two of his guns connect, red light splashing against the sparking bubble of its shield envelope.

"No, pretty thing," he whispers to himself as he brings the ship around in a roll to strike against the Cloakshape again, "You're too much of a target. You're not going to get away from me..."

Nova stays with that stubborn Starchaser, following the older ship through some impressive weaving and rolling. "Just keep an eye on our tail, Jammer..." she murmurs, caught up in the chase. But not so caught up that she misses another warning warble from the droid. <All ships, Jazzars 3 and 4 have broken contact with /Genarius/. Be ready for more company!> She tries to head this one off, scoring another grazing hit. <This thing's tough...>

Atridusk lines up his next shot now taking it his shot gets real close and the ship maneuvers out of the way. "Damn, thes guys jus' need to stand still and le' me killem." Dusk growls out and than theres that ion canon. "Look ou' i's aimin' righ' fer us." He shouts to late though they get hit and hit hard. "Ah shit....You ok?" He calls out to the pilot.

Merek manages not to hit any of his people, and actually manages to shoot the gunner weapons straight. It doesn't manage to hit the range of that target though, "Fair point, I can distract them at least, and repair if we need, but you all look to be cleaning up also," he says, while he nods a bit to the droid, "Ya, I know buddy, it's a bit difficult working with the Tion, ain't it?"

The pair of Y-wings bank smoothly away from the Cloakshapes and combine fire on a Starchase, with Mekil grunting proudly as his nose cannons tear the already wounded R-41 apart, giving a sqealing salute over the comms to Nova: << Gold Two is proud to share this prey with you, Black Twelve!>> the computer translates. The transmission has a burst of static as the forward batteries of the Jezzar Prime slam into the dogfight, landing hits on the slower Ywings of Gold Squadron. Mekil grunts in alarm, and begins evasive maneuvers in the damaged craft.

Ektor, meanwhile, is laughing. "Ohhhh.. that was a good one! These boys wanna play, Spooky-cloak! Help Genius with the shields, yeah?" Ahem! <<You get the feeling them boys is overcompensating with all them guns? Shields up, but barely. Still in it, yeah?>>"

"What the Hell, Tallie... That freighter isn't turning to shoot missiles at the Genarius." Snap says out loud to himself, watching as Tallie moves to attack the freighter all by herself. "It's shooting us. That's the point." He growls and snaps his X-Wing over hard to avoid incoming fire -- alarms blazing in his craft to let him know he is targeted. The temperature sensors in the X-Wing spike briefly, even in the void of space, as the blast passes mere inches away from his craft. <All fighters... Evasive maneuvers. Black-12 stick with me against these last two fighters. All remaining craft start your attack runs on that freighter if you are able.> He shouts over the Comms, and brings his ship around to fire on Jezzar-6.

The hairs on the back of Tallie's neck stand up, to say she had gotten used to that sense of being under the gun would be an exaggeration but it is almost reassuring at times. One finger touches her white scarf and for no conscious reason, she closes the foils out of attack position and drops like a rock thrown from a bridge. Over her head there is a silent white bloom that disrupts all of her systems for a second. Displays ripple and then come back on line. Behind her Fiver keens a relieved whistle.

The lieutenant tells her droid, "I want the freighter lined up as pretty as a picture, dear Fiver. Let's see if we can create a little mayhem."

The new t-85 inertial systems compensate better for missile launches than the old, she barely feels the restraints grab her as she is moving into a loop that will take her back on starboard to Black 3. Behind her two missiles connect leaving the pirates to deal with damaged shields.

<< Acknowledged, Three. >> Callax banks the newly-blooded Twelve in close with Snap's Black Three, waggling his wing slightly as indicator - and then falls in line with him as Snap fires on the Cloakshape. Though the Captain is barely thwarted by some impressive piloting on the ace of that ancient ship, Callax capitalizes this, a pair of bolts stripping away more of the fighter's shield bubble and bringing it down all the more. << Shields at thirty percent. Ready for your kill, sir. >>

<I'm Black 11, Gold Two,> Nova returns, unable to hold in a sigh. She has yet to score a single fighter kill. <But what's in a name? Glad to help.> She watches an ion cannon shot miss by klicks, and angles for a pursuing shot on one of the still-flying fighters. But that's about when the new orders come in. <Black 11, acknowledged. I'll see if I can't pull an end run.> It's still within her orders, right?

Having flown the guantlet of ion cannon fire on the way aft, Nova goes into an Immelmann and points her nose right at the Action's exhausts. Jammer squawks in alarm as the T-85 bores straight in, targeting computer pipping steadily...

Atridusk fires again missing. "Damn I can' ge' a lock on these guys." He says to the pilot. "We need to move quickly and ge' ou' o' range of their guns." Dusk speaks and again to late Gold two does all it can to get out of the way but is still pegged hard by the ion blast engines failing he curses under his breath. "Well this is a fine mess were in inni'?"

Merek nods a bit, "I'll get that," he says, while he takes a moment to open the shield panel, and begins working with some of the mechanics. He transfers power, but it doesn't work well enough for shields repair. He sighs a bit, managing better than the droid at least, while he keeps on task. The gunnery station is not his focus also.

Ektor mutters into his comms, <<Mekil, you still there? Break off big guy, get outta the field of fire, yeah? And tell your gunner to stop shooting, you're just drawing return fire, yeah?>> Idly biting his lip, he mutters, "Get outta here, you reeking pig, go go go. Drek," he curses as Gold 2's engines go dead. "Right, Spooky cloak, gimme shields double front: we gotta kill those Hutt-suckers NOW. Torpedoes linked, lock acquired. Here comes the thunder.."

Gold 2 is struck again, what shields the astromech had brought back smashed aside and a heavy laser blast strikes one nacelle, leaving the old Y-wing adrift helpless in in the void. Within the canopy, Mekil frantically adds his efforts to those of his droid to bypass the crippled systems.

<Roger that Black-12.> Snap calls out over the Comms to Callie, watching as the younger pilot uses teamwork to hid Jezzar-6. His brown eyes flick back to the sensor screen, and then out to the void -- surveying the battle raging around them. He watches as Gold-2 is struck again and begins to drift, wincing at the sight. His gaze then looks to the fighters swarming the freighter, and he urges them on silently in his mind. As he jockeys for position with the Cloakshape, Snap looks back to Gold-2, and then keys his comms. <Black-12, Black-3... Gold-2 isn't going to last long out there. Going to put my ship between them and Jezzar Prime.> Snap says somberly over the comms. <Can you take on two fighters?> He fires his cannons again, and clips the cloakshape. <You're all clear, Lieutenant. Take this guy out.>

Snap will break hard after the shot, and throw power to the engines. He shoots across the void once more, and then slows as he approaches Gold-2. <Evening Gold-2... You want me to get out and push?> He says lightly over the comms, as he places his ship directly between Jezzar Prime and the Y-Wing -- manuevering to cover the drifting ship with his own.

The world goes white. Suddenly, all systems go blank and the constant com chatter, the solace of the other pilots curses and jokes, goes silent. Fiver has nothing to say and the shields crackle and flare with the dance of energies that play over them. "Ouch," Tallie yells angrily. "Drek them and the cannons."

Everything stutters back at once, damage alarms flashing telling her that the shields are down thirty percent, other status reports flooding in. "Got quiet there for second, Fiver. I missed you, too. I know, right. Thank the galaxy for insulated gloves. We repair and go in for another one at the freighter."

It's a solid two hits on the shields and the freighter is still pounding Gold 2 when they make their turnaround. Out of torpedos. They turn back into the fight.

<<Yo, Tion, you know you're supposed to hit the bad guys right? It's -->> Miri sees the Y-wing take the hit and shuts up, focusing her attention on getting a missile lock on the big guy.

Two fighters? Likely he'll end up vaporized, but Callax doesn't allow things like that to stop him. << I am the sword to your shield, Three, >> he says instead, and wheels Black Twelve about to punch toward the closing fighters. Expression set in concentration, the pilot opens fire on the already-weakened Cloakshape, coming in from slightly above to stitch across its broad dorsal surface - but the approach is too shallow, and Twelve's cannons snap through space just shy of their target.

"Prepare for repair efforts, Fang darling," Callax says between pursed lips. "This is going to be rough."

That sudden silence on the comms doesn't go unnoticed. <Tallie! Tallie, can you hear me?!> Nova calls, frightened. She'd seen that massive flash and sparks where Black 5 was... The sudden reappearance of engine plumes in that spot comes as a massive relief. <Thank the Maker... Tallie, are you all right?>

But back to the job at hand. The modified Action tries for a shot at the speeding Black 11, but Nova is protected by protective cowl over the massive drive stack at the back; weapons have a hard time firing to the aft of a lot of Corellian capships. <Locked...> Nova murmurs, and fires her two torpedoes.

The reward is a massive explosion in the drive section, the shields collapsing into a dustlike glitter as they overload. < I count two engines out! We're hurting them!> Nova calls as she keeps her course, aiming for another shot in a few seconds if necessary.

Atridusk drums his fingers on the gun controls. "Well I guess we ain' back up and runnin' ye' are we?" He asks starting to take aim for his next shot than theres the com transmission. "Aye fine I won' take any more sho's till we can move."

Merek works on the shields, but doesn't make any progress. Though looks like the fight is finished, while he nods to Ektor a bit and also to the radar, "Well, we managed it," he says also.

"Spooky-cloak if you report me for this, I'm gonna punch you, yeah?" Ektor claims, flatly.. "Disabling the torpedo reload timer, bypassing the safety cooldown annd... firing." Ektor is lucky: when the first two torpedoes are launched, followed too closely by a second pair of torpedoes, it burns out the proton triggers and locks up the torpedo tubes, but doesn't blow up the fighter. The Tionese pilot had followed the attack vector of Nova's faster X-wing, taking advantage of the already damaged shields and hull plating.

The combined volleys of proton torpedoes hammer into the Jezzar Prime, tearing the big carrier-gunship apart from within. The last surviving pirate fightercraft take one last pair of potshots at the dogfighting members of Black Squadron, before trying to flee for the orbit of Ammuud.

Snap sees the last V-Wing coming around, and heading in the direction of him and Gold-2. He grabs the controls on his ship, and with the repulsors manuevers the ship to sit between the V-Wing and the Y-Wing. The old pilot watches as the V-Wing swoops down towards the fighter and bomber, and sighs quietly to himself. "R5, I want to take back my earlier comments blaming you for my poor performance during our last mission. Wasn't your fault buddy," he offers sincerely, glancing back over his shoulder towards the little droid.

The V-Wing closes the final distance between the pair, and Snap just watches impassively as it opens fire. Three shots land heavily on the X-Wing, and the ships shields go down. The Captain lets out a sigh of relief, and then looks over to Gold-2 -- giving them a quick thumbs up. He then guns the engines, and starts after the fleeing fighter. As he brings his fighter around, he tries to shoot Jezzar-6 yet again.

Merek works with the shields, then he manages to succeed well enough, "We have 30 Percent back on the shields, no issue for me, do what you have to, Tion," he says. He shifts most of work to the torpedos next to assure the ship should work also.

<<All good, Nova, all good. And good one, Black 12, nice splash!>> The grin can be heard in her voice."They're they go, Fiver, fleeing the fight." Tallie takes out after them with a vengeance, firing all four rounds of cannon. The V-wing jinks out from under her fire. Fiver's warning comes in time for them to begin a roll that just takes them out of the way of a serious hit.

When the big guy blows, Miri pulls up and back to avoid the debris. She sees the V-wing coming back around, and fires her cannons -- pew pew! -- damaging its shields.

Though he did the thing and plowed Twelve straight toward the two ships, Callax has managed do nothing to hit either of the fighters - but he isn't going to let them get away. Uncowed by his accuracy, the pilot pulls Twleve hard into a sharp loop that brings him down into firing position against the fleeing fighter that had been just behind him; rolling as he fires, Callax's guns just don't make the mark, /barely/ missing the fleeing interceptor. Say what you want about V-wings, folks, they're stupid fast and stupid maneuverable, even fifty years or so after they were given up for the TIE series.

"Why, you little daisy," Callax mutters to himself, teeth bared. "You haven't gotten away yet."

<Thank goodness, Sunshine,> Nova replies... and winces faintly as she sees the blast from the exploding /Jazzar Prime/, veering off to avoid flying through the debris cloud. <Wow. That had to hurt...>

She manages a snapped shot at the fleeing V-Wing as the fighters dart for the surface, barely clipping it. Nova huffs, disgusted with her performance. <Gods, if it's smaller than a bulk cruiser... I should just stick to fighting on the ground! At least we got the job done.>

Atridusk lets out a growl as the pilot continues working on fixing the ships engines. "Well I can' wait no longer." Dusk says with a growl as he takes aim and fires off the next shots.

<<Moonbeam, it is a pleasure following your tail lights. And we got the job DONE,>> Ektor drawls as Gold 1 banks to follow Black 11 after the successful attack run. << I don't think I'm gonna catch that guy->> he mutters upon eyeing the targeting computer and watching the V-wing rapidly accelerating out of range. <<Gold Two, get off your ass and start moving again, yeah? You still got one nacelle on that thing, s'why we start with two->> Genius squawks at him, stating that he is cluttering the channel. "Spooky-cloak, will you inform Genius I'm not talking to her, anymore?" Ahem. <<Hey, Gold Two's moving again. Pretend we got a formation, and take up a defensive position over the... Star of Genarius, yeah?>>

Mekil gives a grunt over the comms which is not translated.

The last of the pirate vessels escapes into orbit of the nearby planet, nimbly avoiding the last lances of cannonfire from the pursuing X-wings of Black Squadron. At last, words of thanks are transmitted from the Quasar Fire freighter, whose hyperdrive has at last been restored, and the big bulk freighter streaks put of the system. In short order, so too do the Resistance fightercraft, with a reasonably low number of pointed barbs sent between each other.