Log:Resistance: Old Birds - The Things We Do For Love Pt. 2
The Resistance gets away with some new ships and decimates the Crimson Blades a bit more as well.
OOC Date: Dec 19 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Gren Delede, Sar Yavok, Jax Greystorm, Triz Dermout, The Resistance, Kath Hounds
The skies over the Crimson Blades base are full of laser fire. Their squadron, which is a mixed force of Galactic Civil War starfighters have launched, and begun to engage Spark Squadron. There are a total of twelve starfighters, ranging from a trio of Tie Interceptors with their distinctive angled wings, flying in concert with a trio of A-wings. Four X-wings, and a pair Skipray Blastboats round out this squadron. They are flown by talented pilots, for the most part, and they do have a personal beef with the Resistance, at this point.
An X-wing flying the colors of the Crimson Blades is the first Resistance-flagged vessel to exit the launch bay. <<<Spark Lead, in the air. Priority is making sure these slow-ass bomb trucks, and Starburst make it home. You good, Girlie?>>>. Gren's stolen ride seems to be in fair condition, and he's quick on the stick, as always. He rolls over, and begins an inverted climb to avoid a pair of A-wings that have already made a run on his launching snubfighter. He pours a quad burst into the belly of an Interceptor, and tears the bastard apart. <<<Someone teach these assholes to fly.>>> Starburst exits the launch bay, moving slowly, but using its defensive weapons as best it can.
Having stripped down to the fibermesh bodysuit that hides beneath his stormtrooper armor, Sar launches shortly behind Gren in one of the stolen B-Wings, <<Ignite Leader to Spark Leader, right behind you,>> Sar says, doing his best to come up with a callsign for the ships that fits the flame motif that the rest of the squadrons have going. "Haven't flown one of these since the Academy," he remarks to himself, taking a few seconds to re-familiarize with his surroundings.
"Think that one's the radio," he murmurs, flicking a switch and cutting on some blaringly loud Jizz music. He recoils in surprise and flicks the switch back off. "Fella plays a mean noseflute, though."
Sar swings the body of the B-Wing down below him and pulls back on the lever to deploy the s-foils which open with a satisfying KACHUNK. An array of four synchronized from each apex of the ship light up and tear through the shields of one of the blastboats. Another burst and the heavy fighter is ripped to shreds.
<<Got you covered, Boss>> Triz replies as she dives the X-Wing down into a dive to strip one of the A-Wings off from it's attack at Gren. She lines up the shot and once the A-wing, who seems to be ignoring her for the moment, is right before her she lets loose with a double shot. The A-Wing catches the full force of the blasts and blows in a fireball, spinning down to the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa.
Jax was flying a B-wing, he'd launched before Sar and Gren as he'd blown up an AT-ST. As he takes to the sky to engage the Crimson Blades, the body of the ship to the right of his cockpit. He catches a X-wing unaware. The heavy laser double tapping ripping through shield and armor as it explodes, << Corsair Leader in the air. Spark 4, you're not working out some transfered rage are you? Nice kill by the way." He says moving into formation with the Corellian X-wing pilot.
Here's the thing. The Resistance is really, really good. They're eating the Crimson Blades for breakfast, and stealing their lunch money, too. But, the Blades' still have some ground defenses that are less suppressed now, and they've begun to fire up at the unfriendly starfighters. And, the Blades have begun to work much more closely together. The smaller, speedier starfighters have continued to attack Spark Leader, and Spark 4, while the B-wings find themselves fighting X-wing and the last Skipray trying to fix and maintain missile locks.
Delede...well, he's got a lot of experience in A-wings. And, he uses to his advantage, now. He has a fair idea of what they can and can't do in a fight, and avoids taking any damage. The Captain cuts his throttle, and tears a hard-g turn into the firing arc of an X-wing that is making a pass on Jax's B-wing. His quad lasers bark twice, and tear the nose, and the ass off of the Blade T-65c. It falls from the sky, and explodes in a fireball.
<<Ignite Leader to all, someone watch my back; gonna see about clearing up these defenses for us,>> Sar radios, pulling back on the stick and re-aligning the ship's body to rest out to the side of the cockpit, now. He flicks the fire-selector and begins a hard and fast dive towards one of the gun emplacements. He looses a duo of proton torpedoes and pulls back hard. One flies wide, but the second explosive hits its mark, vaporizing the turret and its operator.
<<Not me, Corsair Lead>> Triz replies back light heartedly. Just as her shields light up and her X-Wing gets rocked by a blast. "DATE, check those shields and give me a vector to the nearest attacker," she calls out to the R2 unit. She turns the craft in a gut wrenching turn to the right, her head turning this way and that to get a visual picture of the dogfight. As the nimble Spark 4 swings about one of the TIE interceptors comes into her sights and another burst from her laser cannons lash out, striking the non shielded TIE and sending it down in a ball of flames and debris. <<Spash two>> she says over the comms as she flips the craft inverted and hard left turn looking for her next target.
The body of the B-wing swings beneth him as he puts pressure on the ship's frame. "This thing is like flying a Cr-90 with out the grace." He grumbles, "oh and still no Exine." Jax says as he manuvers the B-wing in a way for the heavy laser to destorying the Blast boat before it can lock on one of his favorite X-wing pilots. << That's 2. Count'em. Got to love this big gun. Not so sure on the handling.>>
Sar's bombing run is successful, and the emplacement is knocked out. But, he picks up even more attention. An X-wing is on his six, and making an attack run using it's own quad lasers. Gren, for his part, drops out of the sky, and into position behind the Crimson Blade. His own lasers begin to bark fire, and the first burst actually takes out Yavok's attacker...but Delede's second burst is already in space, and burns through where the now dead pilot -was-, and slams into the B-wings ass-end. It's not a particularly bad hit, and the bomber's shields are solid...but...<<<Yavok. Watch out! That bastard just hit you. Fly better. Still, you're clear now. You're welcome.>>> Gren knows how to erase the flight recorder, damnit. Hopefully the friendly fire went unnoticed. It's chaotic up here. <<<Put the next pair into the hangar, Sar. Maybe actually destroy their base, yeah?>>> And then, he's scissoring with an A-wing that decided to drop onto his six. <<<Splash 3. Triz, help me out, lass?>>>
The numbers are rapidly dwindling. There are only three Blades left. An X-wing, a Tie, and that A-wing tickling Gren.
<<You know I've got sensors, right, Captain? Trigger discipline. Learn it,>> Sar says through gritted teeth. He grunts and readjusts in his seat, before pulling down the range-finger and peering through it for a few moments. He hrmms softly and adjusts his approach vector slightly, before he looses another pair of torpedoes, set on a course to collide with the roof of the hangar. Boom.
Laser blasts go well wide and to the right of Triz's fighter. "Ok, ass face, a bit closer...closer. Yanking back hard on the stick Triz turns her fighter on it's tail and rockets upwards for a count of four then kicks it back to level flight. Hardly a heartbeat as she then dives down on the TIE that swung wide and lines it up. "Say night night," she grins as she fires a blast at the nimble Crimson Blade interceptor. The first strikes one of the foils to the side which then jerks the TIE right into the remaining blasts, sending it to meet up with the others fate. <<Splash three>> she says over the comms before looking for her next victim.
Jax brings the B-wing around in a short K-turn the bod of the ship spinning all the way around the cockpit before coming to rest neatly beheath him. He thumb hitting the toggle to change to firing autoblaster. A series of high speed blast dart out at the A-wing ripping it to shreds by 1000 cuts. As the fighter explodes, <<Got you ass covered, Old Man. Tie to get out of here with our ill gotten gains?>>
Gren studiously ignores Sar's reply. Still, the fires are raging at the base below. That's something. <<<Aye. Let's head home. Into the Undercity. I've got point. B-wings, keep Starburst from harm. Four, watch our six.>>> Spark Lead's stolen X-wing drops beneath a skyway, and begins what will be a very scenic route to the a safehouse. All of the starfighters will have to be stripped down, and checked, and triple checked for any sort of homing device, or system that might send a signal that could lead to Kath Hound Base. The former Imperial can't help but smile as he lifts his blast shield, though. <<<These guys must -really- hate us. It's fantastic.>>>
<<Don't know what you're talking about Corsair Leader; these things handle like a dream. Well, a dream with a big ol' metal shard hanging off the side of it,>> Sar comments, a grin cracking his lips. He slides the range-finder back up out of the way and moves to an escort position behind the grunt bus. <<Well, they /really/ hated us when we stole ol' Blue back from 'em, Spark Leader. Can only imagine how they feel about us, now.>>
The grin that is wide on her face must carry through the comms as Triz keys it up <<Copy that, Boss>> she replies to Gren and falls back a bit to cover the other craft. "DATE, keep a scan going behind and above us," to which the R2 unit beeps happily "Well done too, that's three for three." She dives Spark Four down into the canyons of Duracrete buildings, dodging the various speeders easily as well as the many skyways and awnings and signs that provide false light down in the gloom. She listens to the chatter on the comm but remains intent on the flying as well as the scans that her R2 unit keeps updating for her.
Corsair lead flys escort. There's no further chatter for the pilot at the moment. He lets out a sigh, "Let me find the camera data. That is too valuable to let only the intel guys have."
