Log:Resistance: Make A Wish

{{LogBox | LogTitle=Resistance; Make A Wish | Location=Koensayr Yards | Participants=Elrych Cometburn, Ektor, Karas Darkwing, Nova Korell, Merek, Miri Sakir, Tallissan Lintra, Zandra naMuriel, The Resistance | OOCDate=December 14, 2019

Koensayr Manufacturing is among the largest producers of starship components in the galaxy, with nearly one vessel in every five carrying some piece of Koensayr technology. The Koensayr Shipyards are not so expansive as those of Kuat, Sienar, or Incom, concentrated largely on the namesame world of Koensayr, where smaller vessels are produced, the most famous of which being the venerable Y-wing line of starfighters. Yet, the Yards have been silent for some time, since the Military Disarmament Act reduced New Republic contracts to a trickle, and the bulk of its last production run of next-generation light bombers had been put into storage, awaiting policies to shift, and the New Republic contracts to return.

The Hosnian Cataclysm put an end to those hopes, and the Gran of Koensayr had promptly come under heavy pressure from the Corporate Sector to scrap its surplus fightercraft. Koensayr had resisted the pressure for many months, but at last had been strong-armed into scheduling the scuttling of its stock by the arrival of a CSA warship. Resistance spies had discovered that there is a narrow window in which the doomed fighters might be stolen from the scrap heap, and a team was swiftly assembled. The *Free Blazer* was committed to the operation, providing the pilots with their mode of entrance, as well as their cover: the pilots would arrive aboard the tanker (disguised as a Koensayr Manufacturing fuel ship with a false transponder) for the official purpose of siphoning off any remaining fuel from the fighters. In truth they would be refilling the vessels, while the pilots would board the station, rapidly and discreetly get the BTA-NR2 model Y-wings prepped and ready for takeoff.

One lengthy hyperspace flight later, and the *Free Blazer* arrives at the Shipyards in the Koensayr system. Far below, the planet Koensayr is a luminous ball of brown, blue, and grey, but the orbital reclamation yard is their destination. A spindle shaped central facility where wrecks are processed and stripped to component parts, with a long, mechanized docking arm feeding doomed ships into the furnaces. In high orbit above the station hangs the ominous profile of a Victory I Star Destroyer, *Reliant*, home ship of the Zeta-19 patrols which lazily secure the area.

Captain Lintra walks down the ramp of the ship like she is on yet another drek job and not looking forward to it. Her suit has been scuffed and even falsely patched to give it a lived in look. Dinging her helmet for more verisimilitude had made her wince. False badge on the outside of her suit, she has her helmet dangling attached to the back of her collar, a tool belt around her waist and a bag slung crosswise from her shoulder. The bag, of course, carries more than the tools of the trade including a S-5 blaster, too. "Got to love the factory look," she says aloud to the others joining her.

Zan is behind Tallie, wearing her second best flightsuit. It's been used a time or three, and shows it, though it's well taken care of. She shrugs at the comment, doing her best to look bored. And laconic. Like this is just another day on the job. Which it is, but not quite the way most might be thinking. She looks around curiously, shaking her head.

"Figures we get the short straw - why does our team always." That's not expecting an answer, nope. Zan's just trying to get into character a bit. Or something like that, in case anyone is here to hear. The TX set she's wearing has a helmet, and she's got a tool belt, she might even know how to use them. Looks like a mechanic as much as a pilot, just like the rest of this poor unlucky squad.

Captain Darkwing exits walks down the landing ramp of the ship, he stretches and yawns a little bit as he moves. He has a tired look on his face as he rolls his shoulder a bit, his flight suit looks old, and the chin strap on his helmet looks like it's be tapped up. Still the dark skinned pilot walks along with the crew, "I need more sleep." he grumbles to himself, his blaster pistol is held in a holster at his hip.

Merek has come to assist, since there is a place on the Free Blazer for him. He has on his black flightsuit while he places the helmet upon his features. Then he takes a moment to check up on the tools which he keeps with him. He then nods a bit to the team.

Elrych Cometburn heads down the ramp sealed up with n the new made to look used voud armor he picked up for some of black squadron in his smuggling outings. Eggsy is behind him following, "At least the scrubbers are working and we ant smelling drek." His saber was hidden away inside eggsy, old school. He had other means jusy incase though. Just in case the team needs ground support, Nova Korell is here. The new battle armor is proving its worth quickly, and she's daubed it with charcoal tones to break up the outlines. She pauses to cover the disembarking at the head of the ramp, scanning the surroundings with her nightvision and macrobinoculars. <So far, so good...>

Miri Sakir is hot on Tallie's heels and discreetly sticks a wad of chewing gum to the back of the captain's helmet. She's here. She's helping.

The tanker is challenged by the Corporate Sector Star Destroyer, and responds with the appropriate codes. Silver Astro's forgery appears to hold up, as no turbolasers open fire, allowing the tanker to ponderously approach the line of Y-wings on the scrap line. An airlock seal is in place allowing the team to disembark aboard the scrapping station. Ektor joins the others, muttering, "This birds ain't been kept up too good. Let's each pick a bird and see how lucky we are, yeah?"

On the subject of luck, a small maintenance droid rolls up to the party, honking in stilted Standard, <There was no away team scheduled for this operation. Explain! And you are late. Explain!>

Giving the droid the jaundiced eye of someone used to dealing with the ineptness of her company's scheduling, Lintra waits the droid out to finish its say while tapping her foot. "Not my problem. We were sent here when we were sent here. So where are the birds we are supposed to take care of?" She is already walking towards the Y-Wings like she can't be bothered.

Zan snorts, shaking her head. Her gaze goes to Tallie, and then to the droid. "Sorry, you know how it goes. We all gotta put up with the schedules we get given, don't we? But if I might ask, what are we late for if you don't have us scheduled?" She heads towards the birds as well. "I gotta keep going, or i'll get yelled at, right?"

With Tallie and Zan going over to speak with the admin droid, Karas begins making his way over towards the NR2-Y-Wings. Climbing up the ladder and pressing a button, the canopy opens up and Karas grins and drops into the cockpit. It's been a long time since he's been in a Y-Wing, though theses are newer than the ones they've been working with. As he begins powering it up and doing pre-flight checks, he sees that there is a very bad issue with the shields. "Kriff..." he begins working on the shields and after a few moments, the shields are green, "Yes.." he smiles as he continues with preflight.

Merek looks about the place when landed, while he maneuvers to a Y-Wing. He then lifts up on the canopy, making his way to the cockpit, beginning to examine the console. He then begins to assemble it while he places a few pieces together also.

Nova shrugs at the droid, taking up her post as security next to one of the fighters. <Bureaucracy at its finest,> she says, not without sympathy. She climbs up onto the side of the shiny new Y-Wing, presumably to see the job site better. In reality, she's quietly firing up the main computer... and getting a green board! She lifts a hand and hastily waves to Tallie and Zandra to get their attention, as if there's a problem with the fueling system.

Elrych Cometburn moves past Tallie and Zandra as they speak to the admin droid. He picks the next Ywing in line and gets eggsy set up in the droid socket proper. As he is bringing up systems there are several warning and errors going off. Eggsy gives a report, "No guns... well krif we don't need guns. I can out fly what ever that Duce has in the hanger... just keep working in it." The fighter/bomber continues to spin up.

The station maintenance droid lags behind Tallie and Zandra (its tracks required a 3 point turn to change directions) <The issue is- stop! These vessels are to be scrapped for component parts, you are- stop walking! You are to drain off fuel reserves, not meddle with my stock. Stop touching that!> Zandra is answered, "The vessels cannot be cleared for demolition until fuel reserves are fully siphoned off, THAT is your task-> Ektor had swapped chosen fighters with Miri, making use of his magnetic boots to walk up the Y-wing's fuselage and poke around at the shield generator. He mimes not being able to hear when the maintenance droid scolds him to stop. Discreetly over the team's comms, he mutters, <<How many of us are good to go, yeah? My bird's good, just gotta finish powering up, yeah?>>

Meanwhile, the refueling umbilical arm of the *Free Blazer* has connected to the first and second of the Y-wings to be liberated, making sure there is sufficient fuel in the tanks to complete the jump to Naboo.

Once the signal comes through that six are up and running, Lintra turns on the droid with her hands on her hips hoping the droid can read signals like this. "Look, we are just doing our jobs. Like you are doing your jobs. We are taking them up to siphon the fuel off from the tanker we have waiting. Economize, economize is the corporate chant these days. If we don't do it the way they want it then we will be replaced." She squints, "By a droid, most likely. So, let us get on with it. Ah. Please."

Zan makes a face at the droid. but she leaves the droid to Tallie and heads for the nearest unoccupied Y wing. She climbs in, settles herself, and takes a moment or two to get started, running systems checks and putting her helmet on. Lookign good so far. She takes in a deep breath, cause at least she got here. << I am green. Need fuel though, and then good to go on the signal. >> Hopefully they recognize her voice by now.

<<I'm green as well, need fuel.>> Karas says into his comm. This is a bit odd, "I hope these are faster than the older models." he says more to himself, it sucks that he doesn't have his R2 unit with him. Oh well, still he checks through the rest of the systems and making sure the turret on top works and seeing the ion cannons are charged as well. He grins, "This should be fun."

Merek looks at the sensors while he does a sweep while the Y-Wing waits about in the Yard. With a look to it, he comlinks to the team, <<"Victory I, and twelve Zeta 19 on the sensors, when we lift it will be a fight.">>

Elrych Cometburn replies over the comms, "warming up getting refueled but a ton of runtime errors on weapons system. Might have to fly cold if ehgsy can't." Nova casually vaults down from the side of the Y-Wing she's been prepping, her sidearm in hand. <Have a moment?> she asks the droid... in instant before she points her heavy pistol straight into its optics. <If you don't, make one. Now. We have a job to do. You are supposed to be helping us do it, orders be damned. Now either shut down or start helping. I really don't care which, as long as you stay /quiet/ and /out. Of. Our. Way/.>

<But, but- But once they are drained of fuel, how will you return them?? Typical organics!> the fussy droid laments. Then? There is a Nova gun in its optical sensor. <Oh! M-m-my, well. Yes, yes of course. And let the record reflect that I was not including *you* in the prior complaint.> As it haltingly rolls off, the team has won what time it needs to complete refueling to tagged vessels. Ektor has meanwhile walked over the canopy of his chosen starfighter, popped it open and slipped inside, adding another live craft to the partial squadron the Resistance intends to steal.

Nova's 'gun in the face diplomacy' rounds off their business with the droid nicely. Over internal coms, <Load them up and get out of here>.

Following her own advice, Lintra climbs in, examines the console that she had prepped for by studying the manuals on Rori and puts on her helmet. She touches her throat only to remember she is not wearing her white synth silk scarf in this new suit.

Repeating Poe's mantra of: "I can fly anything," to herself. She launches into space with a heading for the tanker.

<Report your status, Violet, El-rock, Xer...> She names all six fighters as she watches the holoprojection for any incoming intruders.

With everyone refueled, the signal comes from Tallie and Zan's hands are on the controls. She's been running sims in any ship she can, whenever she can, so she Her Y wing lifts, and she is airborne, accelerating with the takeoff, and then into space with the group. One might think they'd practiced this. << Roger, y1, this is Violet. Green here, on your six. If there are fighters out there, we may need to go evasive and scram fast.>> Well, there are - someone said so. And of course, scanners are up, such as they are.

<<Maverick is ready to rock and roll.>> Karas calls into his comm as he begins to pull away from the deck. All gauges are green, fuel and power core charged. With all the damn training they had to go through, he better be ready, though it didn't help that he trained with his damn brother Ektor who if he could buy stock in the damn company, he would and replace all fighters with Y-Wings. Shaking his head, the Y-Wing moves and falls into formation.

Merek nods a bit while he comlinks, <<"Copy, prepping.">> Then he begins to take the ship from the yard up into the skies, placing a hand upon the control stick to put a little thrust into the Y-Wing. The flames shimmer from the back while he maneuvers to formation.

And the last ship's leaving for Naboo! In between Tallie's throat-touching and mantra-saying, Nova dashes for the powered-up fighter, mantling the sideboard and dropping into the cockpit with an alacrity that would impress even the two owners of an orange, flag-topped groundcar in the long-distant future on a world far, far away. Yee-haw!

She hastily seals the canopy and powers up the targeting system in the turret as the ship clears the ground and begins to pull up the landing gear. <Sorry I'm late, Tals. I was a little busy with public relations.>

Ektor is grinning like a kid in a candy store, as he powers up the cutting edge light bomber. <<Niiiice, eight percent increase in shield capacity- twelve percent thicker armor plating and ooh, baby just *look* at the engine output. I think I'm->> There's a pause. <<Wait, what? WHAT? What the rekk did they do to the guns?? This is Hutt-sucking *sacrilege*,>> the Tionese pirate rails over the comms, as his craft veers away from the station in time with the others at top speed. He mutters to the ship, "Alright, girl, show me those legs. Don't worry none, we'll fix your teeth right up, I got this girl where we're headed, yeah? You're gonna love her."

The first phalanx of CSA Zetas shrieks into firing range, and the sleek, forward-swept crescents spit laser fire at the fleeing craft. Just as the VSD is bringing turbolasers to bear on the *Free Blazer* and ordering the vessel to power down, the tanker- its course long since laid in- streaks off into hyperspace.

"You're good. You're fine. Glad to have you on board. Much nicer than Fiver," Tallie quips just as twelve CSA Zeta's begin to pour into the sector. "On your boards Nova, we have incoming. I am targeting Zeta Leader" She banks the Y-Wing, the yoke feeling stiff under her hands, she watches the unfamiliar targeting computer bracket in her selected fighters, toggles the laser safety off, waiting for that moment when they are square on the Zeta. She fires and then veers off their vector but not before giving Nova a chance in the turret. <<We have incoming, let's show them what we can do.>> Lintra calls over general coms.

Well, there's living proof there's someone out there not happy with this particular lift off. As the Y Wings all accelerate, and the incoming CSA fighters start firing, there's some excited moments, for sure. Zan grins as Tallie opens fire, and she takes a run through, at least keeping that ship busy, as she goes. Mostly, trying to take one out of the equation so fewer of them are firing at the escapees. << I don't know how Ektor can fly one of these all the time,>> she says wryly. << But here we go.>> She follows after her leader, Y1, as she's dubbed Tallie, and then veers a bit. Her shots are easily dodged by the other pilot, but Zan continues to fly. She's setting her hyper up, getting it ready to go, impatiently waiting for the calculating to finish.

Elrych Cometburn gives a little cheer as eggsy indicates that the bad sectors in the weapons system main drive have been bypassed. "Alright then." He angles in on the leader and racks the shields down to nothing before veering off and away. Two of the fighters attempt to take him on. "Hey Xer... check this out." He holds into the brace and the turns hard on the yoke pressing his feet on the burst rudders. The ywing starts to cartwheel across the stars. "A cartwheeling wishbone... hah."

Merek begins maneuvering away with the Y-Wing while he fires upon a ship which is firing back at him with the wingman. He then takes a few strikes from the cannons which clean into the shield also. "Alright, need to work on repair," he mentions, while he flicks a few switches on the console.

< I won't tell Fiver you said that, promise,> Nova replies, stifling giggles. Mostly. <Wow, that's a lot of Zetas. Looks like they want the fighters that they were going to destroy anyway back. Try to do /some people/ a favor...>

She turns the turret aft, watching for pursuit. She doesn't have to wait long. <Looks like we've got an ogler! Shame on us for wearing tight flight suits,> she quips, setting the sights on him and unleashing Heck with the twin light cannons. Heavier ones would be Hell. Heck is enough: The little cannons have a nice rate of fire, and Nova peppers the determined pursuer with enough little blue energy bolts that he shorts out altogether! <We're clear back here for now! Nice flying up there!>

<<Oh yeah, kid? That's pretty good.. But watch THIS,>> Ektor returns to Elrych, pulling off a magnificent spiraling climb to avoid the cannons of the first fighter targeting him.

<<Not bad, eh->> And in a bit of dumb luck, he flies right into an otherwise errant shot from his second tail. <<...Okay, shut up.>> Getting back to business, he quips, <<Spooky-tank, you better not get one of these new birds blown up, yeah?>> Nova earns a chuckle, <<Moon 'em, Moonbeam!>>

The first exchange of fire goes well for most of the Y-Wings. The second go around in the fight that has them outnumbered by two to one. Good enough odds for Lintra as she maneuvers the Y-Wing back for another run. "Nova, you can do that number on Z2 for me, please. Mark my target." Depressing the laser trigger she lays into the Zeta but the lasers act more like lasers used for lecturing than the heavier system she is used to - the Zeta's shields are iridescent with a decorative glow.

Or course they get fired back at, and Zan manages to dodge the shots aimed her way, aided by the Force and that sense of impending danger that sometimes she feels. Though she uses that to skew to the right, down a bit and come back again. "Come on, hyper, let's go. Surely you haven't been turned off that long!" This time, as she spins her Y wing out of the way of that first round of fire, Zan brings her guns to bear on one of the two that had been targetting her, firing at it, as she zooms by on a wing and a prayer.

WIth the crap lasers they have on these damned Y-Wings, Karas began doubling up on the enemies they are attacking. Again as Tallie fires on one, followed by Zandra, Karas's Y-Wing rolls below the two pilots and fires taking out the shields with his hit, <<Alright someone end him.>> he calls into his comms. He keeps in formation, judging where they need to be, they are almost clear to be able to jump. He begins putting in the jump coordinates that were pre-arranged.

Merek beginning to do repairs is what manages to save the ship. Because right when the shields come back up, one full salvo that is fired into them swing into the shields while the hull of the ship takes scoring.

Elrych Cometburn hones in on a limping fighter and blasts it to pieces with the light canons on the new model y wing before spining hard to avoid some fire he sensed comming. "Almost in the clear..." said to eggsy in his socket to the aft.

<Not in this armor, Ektor. Besides, did you ever try to stand up and turn around in a cockpit like this?> Nova asks oh-so-reasonably, while trying not to ruin the lightly scolding tone with giggles. Teamwork with friends is just too much fun!

She swivels the turret, tracking Z2. <He's a slippery one... Frell! He's dropped back! Can't traverse fast enough!> She holds fire, not wanting to blast one of the impromptu squadron by mistake, and heaves a sigh. <Sorry, Tals...>

Ektor brings the next-generation Y-wing back through the dogfight with an almost lazy ease, handily evading the angry cannons of the two Zetas on his tail. <<Moonbeam, I can tell you from experience: it is possible,>> the irreverent Tionese claims. A ping from the NavComp notifies him that the hyperspace calculations are complete. << I got course laid in, we good to go, yeah?>>

They continue to hold there own until Merek's Y-Wing sustains damage. "We are good, Moonbeam. Holding our own. Did you see El-rock do the big boom on that Z?" Clicking to open coms, Lintra answers, <Tion, we are so ready to bug out of this system. Calculations are laid in. We are good to go. Good job everybody getting us some nice Y-Wings.>

"You heard, Nova. Here we go. On my mark." The stars morph into straight lines and they enter the blue of hyperspace.

Zan gets that eerie feeling and lets her y wing drop. Which it does, just as a blast of fire goes by right where her fighter used to be. She then gets that ding that says the nav comp is done, and so she gets on the comm as well. <<Violet here, ready to leave this system. Time to go. >> She flashes a grin that nobody can see, and then says, << Fast. >> And she too hits that button, and the stars morph as the ship slides into hyperspace leaving the zetas behind.

Karas rolls through one attack, having it miss him, but again his Y-Wing is struck, his fighter still ok and the shields barely holding. As he hears that they are clear, he out runs one of the Z's and he pulls back on the lever and he too jumps into hyperspace.

Merek looks to the viewscreen while he begins to tap on the console, then he pulls back on that lever for hyperspace, <<"Alright.">> Then the stars begin to shimmer about while it follows the path of the team of fighters.

Elrych is in the clear now and Eggsy is bleeping out a ready signal for a dashing escape into Hyperspace. <<"OH man, they had no idea we was coming, guys. Haha, I really needed this. Ready to jump on your Mark lead.">> He saves the fancy flying for now and angles in on a level tragectory.

<It was a good shot,> Nova agrees. <And I'm /so/ ready to go... See you back home, Violet, El-rock!>

The stars outside do the light-barrier stretch, then the lead Y-Wing vanishes. Inside, Nova leans and twists sideways just enough to high-five Tallie. <Woo! Hope we've got enough hangar space for these new toys!> Only once the last of the stolen Koensayr light bombers have escaped into hyperspace with only a cackle and a brandished middle finger left in their wake, and once the ten CSA fighters have vectored back toward their home ship, only then does a small maintenance droid peer back out from its hiding place aboard the scrapping station to venture, cautiously, <I'm beginning to think they are not bringing those ships back, at all.>