Log:Resistance: One Two Punch

Resistance: One Two Punch

OOC Date: July 27, 2019
Location: Tyrius System
Participants: Ektor, Merek, Calevaro, Callax Dalso, Tallissan Lintra, Nova Korell, Karas Darkwing, Elrych Cometburn, Poe Dameron

The final location of this unorthodox offensive has remained shrouded in secrecy. The Resistance Intel division has been especially wary of allowing even the hint of the attack's target to trickle out into the larger galaxy. Coordinates in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Outer Rim were given to all allied spacecraft who had committed to the raid, and it is an eclectic collection of miscreants, smugglers, and soldiers who can be spied at the rendezvous point: several modern, deadly Black Squadron X-wings; a half dozen pirate starfighters mismatched and modified, (Jani; a civilian light freighter, and a Bunkerbuster corvette.

Only then were the final microjump coordinates shared: Rodia, in the Tyrius System. With the final course plotted all that remains is to wait for the signal.

The Resistance's advance scout doesn't keep the strike force waiting long: <<"This is Black Leader, Black 3 start the assault! Tion, send your group to me. I have a helluva parade behind me!">>

A snicker and a chuckle follow over the comms from the pirate Y-wing: <<Sounds like Pretty Boy needs a rescue. Let's wreck some drek, yeah? Punch it.>>

The computers took longer to calculate the jump than the hyperdrives needed to complete it; mere moments after pulling the necessary levers, the ad hoc strike force rockets into reality above the green orb of Rodian, with the looming black profile of an ominous First Order Nebulon-K frigate dominating view. Emerald laser fire glitters against the black of space as the smaller details quickly filter in: A Phantom-class interceptor has been heavily damaged, its shields fallen, and is being pursued by a half squadron of TIE craft (a single TIE/sf, and five TIE/fo), as well as a steady stream of point defense cannonfire from the frigate itself.

Poe Dameron sits within the void cold cockpit of the Phantom interceptor labeled 1. The ship, a sleek and highly engineered fighter does not hold up to the nasty onslaught of TIEs training his stern. Bright blue engines leave a streaming contrail as the defiant fighter leads the fighters away from the frigate opening the gate for Black Squadron to roll in. Poe is wearing a high-tech helmet with a heads up display, and has information streaming in front of his eyes. "Hold on, pal." Poe manages as the ship is rocked with a hammered pair of green cannon bolts. Sparks fly from one of the components and alarms blare in his ear. This was not an X-Wing, but it was the only thing they had that could slip through the shields and punch them right in the nose before they knew what was happening!

The Phantom spirals over the front of the frigate and angles outward. BB-8 announces that he's managed to get their shields back up, but it would be a miracle if they could get away from this group in time for the squadron to intercept. Poe looks ahead and slams the throttle down, giving the engines every ounce of juice he could to break away. "Come on, come on, come on..."

"Its time," Calevaro looks at Merek for a moment, the young human cadet sitting at the gunner's chair. His stomach lurches for a moment as he looks at one of the view ports. No doubt, this is the biggest operation he has ever participated in, so far. He finishes looking over the weaponry controls, cilently hopping for the best, once again checking the ship's proximity sensors, cilently counting the total number of enemies, his eyes going to Merek for a moment, before his atention returns to the targeting system.

Merek is on the Bad Day, piloting the ship into the place from space, while he checks all systems. Then he nods to the co-pilot Calevaro, and lifts up his brow within the seat, while he moves to follow with the people hyperspacing in. "Right, prep for engagement with the enemy," he says to the co-pilot as well.

Short jumps play havoc with Tallie's stomach, the stars turn inside out before she has had time to adjust to the up jump. Laughing at herself, she quips to Fiver, "If that is the worst that happens to me today then we are in good stead, kid." A little hiccup hits her while she studies the systems projection, a crackle of static and a terse, <<Phantom One, Black Five intercepting boegies>> The heads up display lays pastels across her face as she marks the relative positions of the TIE's that have already tapped their arrival. "In we go, Fiver!"

Black 12 Elrych shakes his head and laments at his R2 unit. "No. no. Not any of those I need something that really kicks ya know." They are cycling through a number of song titles. "Come on. Hurry up we're about to jumo." Egghead whistles and just starts playing a hard hutting industrial jam. Elrych gives a surprised look, "Alright... not bad." He pulls the levers back and befor he knows it theyre over rodia. He locks his sfoils into position and checks his sensors and visuals. <<"Major is getting." pounded...">> He announces over comms.

The short jumps were something that Karas has gotten used to, but still with this mission being of the utmost importance to the Resistance. Karas hears the beeps from Spark his astromech, "Alright coming out of hyperspace now." He says to his astromech. As he does, the T-85 streaks into view and it moves to form up with Black 5. <<Black 4 is here and ready to help out.>> he says into his comms. The sensors pick up the boogies, "Looks like Poe got teh fun started already." He laughs and hits the switch to move the wings into attack position.

A hit and fade is the kind of mission Nova Korell joined the Resistance for. And that's exactly what Black Squadron and its backup are here in the Tyrius system to do: Smack down an isolated FO frigate. With any luck, they'll be in the system and unloading on the frigate before anyone knows they're there.

But, as Black 11 exits hyperspace, it looks like surprise is not on their side, and Poe's in real trouble! That's the frigate's entire fighter complement behind him! <Black 11 to Black Squadron, locking s-foils in attack position. Beginning attack on our friendly neighborhood frigate,> she calls, bringing up shields and weapons. <It looks like you've got the major covered. Have fun out there.>

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, rolling and turning the X-Wing for a tail-end attack on the Nebulon-B. "Let's go get 'em, Jammer. Just keep an eye on our tail."

And so! For they, chosen for death or greatness, go now into battle. Callax, having been a stranger to heavy battle for the last few weeks, is glad to be ready once more - and, in this case, perchance to liberate yet another planet from the Order's iron grip. Having last dealt with the vast devil's castle that is the Supremacy looming above him, the /Void Crosser/ seems but a blip - though it is a heavily armed blip, and nothing to consider lightly. << Black Ten, reporting in, >> he announces in his calm and ghostly contralto over the battle comms. << Guns are warm and torpedoes ready. >>

Then, upon seeing the battle unfolding even now, he lets out a sigh. "Fang, darling," he says to his droid through the local circuit, "Best prepare to handle the shields, they're likely to get a workout."

As the irregular battle group emerges from hyperspace (of note, the corvette and light freighter are not yet present), the *Void Crosser* begins a ponderous turn in place, bringing more guns to bear on the charging renegades as its engines flare to life and the angry frigate stirs into motion. The half squadron of TIEs that had been screaming in pursuit of Poe's Phantom split: the three lead craft continue after the Resistance scout, while the latter three break off to harass the oncoming phalanx of fighters beginning their bombing run on the frigate.

Elrych's observation of the Major getting pounded draws a dry comment from an HLAF, <<Wouldn't mind pounding the Major..>>

<<Pretty Boy's just too damn popular,>> Ektor observes with an audible grin, despite the dangers at hand. The A4 Longprobe Y-wing banks toward the cluster of TIEs, their badly damaged quarry, and the frigate looming beyond. <<Arright, listen good: Preybirds, I want main guns on Alpha Three while co pilots gets a lock on the big boat. Scyks, get after Alpha Two. Zap, you and me get to unload on Alpha Lead, yeah?>> A few irreverent agreements from the pirate craft answer the orders. <<Sunshine- Kar? You two got the rank, so holler if you disagree, but you may wanna get a couple volleys off on the frigate before dogfighting, yeah?>>

Then, the cannonades begin...

"Damn it.. another hit like that, buddy and we're done." Poe growls, flipping a series of switches before angling toward a vector to micro-jump. "Set those coordinates and get our shields back up, BB-8. We won't last in a fight out here." The Phantom is flying away from the frigate now, with streaming green bolts chasing the blue engined vessel. <<"Keep these guys off him, it's getting heated over here!">>

"Damn it.. another hit like that, buddy and we're done." Poe growls, flipping a series of switches before angling toward a vector to micro-jump. "Set those coordinates and get our shields back up, BB-8. We won't last in a fight out here." The Phantom is flying away from the frigate now, with streaming green bolts chasing the blue engined vessel. <<"Keep these guys off me*, it's getting heated over here!">>

"Roger, sir," Calevaro would nod to Merek,, his full atention returning to the ship's weapons and targetting system, the computer's beeping signaling to him the distance to the nearest target, trying not to think about what could happen tot he whole group if this mission went wrong. Ektor's comment gets a chuckle. "Roger, estabilishing a lock on the frigate," Calevaro confirms to Ektor, manipulating the targeting computer, starting to try and acquire a lock on the larger frigate. He is unable to help the flinch as he sees Poe's ship being hit, his whole body tenssing, a frown being present under his helmet, fingers working faster to try and get the missile launcher locked on the frigate. The faster this whole thing ends, the better.

Merek lifts up a hand to take the control stick, then he maneuvers the ship while he aims a shot to one of the TIEs on Poe. It doesn't strike, but it likely will keep a few of them away a moment, he then offers a light nod to Calevaro as the man is checking the missiles while he's locking them about onto the frigate.

<<Roger that, Tion>> Rank is of zero importance when calling targets. Ektor is on their zenith and has the big picture. The jump in was so precise that they don't have a long wait before engaging. "Line us up on the Frigate, we want to tickle their tail memorably, Fiver. Missile lock."

Around them, the black of space is lit with the deadly beauty of red and green lasers lancing from the ship and the X-85's retorts. A sense of incoming danger has her jinking out of the Frigate's volley at her, she mutters abstractedly, "Not even close." It is Phantom One that has her attention as it runs before the pursuit that have winged it once, "Drek them." Her hands tighten on the throttle at the second hit.

Black 12 Elrych is able to barrel roll his way away from the point defnce canon but another shot clips him. "Get on the Egghead..." The shields go up a bit but there is still work to be done. <<"Boack twepve going for a run aquiring lock">>

As turbo laser fire erupts from the Nebulon K, Karas is easily able to dodge the laser fire bringing his X-Wing up and barrel rolling over the laser fire. Which he is able to turn so that the X-Wing is inverted and diving down towards the three fighters chasing Poe. Upon getting a lock, four red laser cannon shots streaks off hitting one of the TIEs and seeing the shimmering of shields, Black 4 turns to mounter behind it so that it can give chase.

Reaching her intended turning point, Nova course-corrects and begins her attack run on the frigate, from 6 o'clock high. A point-defense cannon misses her narrowly as she makes the turn. <Quiet for the moment back here, Black. Establishing targeting lock on /Void Crosser/,> she coms, just to keep the squadron in the loop. From here on, it's between herself and the frigate's gunners, and she's chosen this course to limit their chances to fire on her. "Come on, Eleven... impress me," she murmurs to her much abused ship.

The sight of his squadron commander in jeopardy brings an acid sting to the back of Callax's elegant throat; immediately upon jump, this situation brings on an awful symmetry to the last battle he found himself in. Assault on a ship, same squadron, same hero of the Republic under fire - and this time, he isn't going to turn his head. "See to those shields, Fang darling," Callax murmurs over the link; his pupils twist into strange patterns, sharpening his vision ever more, and he punches the throttle to maximum and opens fire upon one of the fighters pursuing Poe.

Black Ten falls upon its target like an angry avril with talons deployed. Streams of glittering red plasma lance across the cold of space, spending their charge against the shields of one of the offending spacecraft, causing the bubble around the TIE to flare and fade. He can gauge its weakness just by the dimness of the afterflash, so often has he seen the phenomenon before. He's hurt them. And now he's going to hurt them more.

Assuming Fang does a better job of maitaining the shields, of course.

Ektor's Y-wing and his wing drive hard into the Orderly pursuit, hammering the forward shields of the special forces TIE of Alpha Leader, spiraling out of the path of the TIE's return fire in a way that an old recon bomber probably shouldn't be able to. The HLAF transmits, <<Should be all clear, Pretty boy.>> One of the Scyks takes a hit from the frigate's point defense cannons, drawing a panicked, << I'm hit, I'm hit!>> but the damage is not yet fatal, and the young pilot doesn't break off or flee.

The half dozen TIEs scramble frantically to disrupt the missile locks of the charging attackers, but not enough damage is being done.

"Lock acquired," Calevaro says calmly, wasting no time. His finger goes to the trigger and pulls it. A salvo of missiles is fired from the Preybird's missile tube. Calevaro raises his fist into the air as he sees the reports coming in, explosions happening on the frigate as all his work finally starts to show result. "Salvo of missiles hit the main target," He reports to all the other ships. "About five, I think," He tries to keep his tone calm, the report being done simply to update the others and to keep them o the loop.

Poe has managed to break away from the fighting, using the fighters who showed up to draw the TIEs off his tail as bait. Now Black Squadron had an open door to the Frigate, the TIEs were tied up away from their home ship, and Poe was pulling back the lever to leap into hyperspace for the span of a few seconds. To those in the local system, the Phantom fighter zipped into hyperspace in a flash of blue light. Poe emerged to real space moments later, the Bunkerbuster ship, Yelsik's Valor up ahead. <<"Valor, this is Phantom Leader. Landing now and coming to join you on the bridge.">> The Phantom's engines came to life and Poe led them to the pylons to dock and get out of that death trap.

The world around them colors to a deep green; inside the cockpit the X-85's boards light red as shields fall to half. "Need I say it, Fiver?" A trill of whistles with a sarcastic twist answers her. When target acquisition begins to flash Tallie takes a deep breath, releases it slowly and squeezes the trigger. Two missiles join the volley of four from the 'Bad Day.'

"Take us up and out, Fiver. Reorient. We want to burn them, badly."

Black 12 is able to see a fighter move in... more so feel is before it does and can shrug off the hit but it leaves him open to the freighter. He rocks in the cockpit and egghead whistles and whines in failure. In yhe confusion he launches his torps just before yhe tone and they zip by harmlessly but close

Jammer lets out a warning squeal! Nova barrel-rolls her X-Wing and watches a burst of deadly green bolts stitch across the starfield below her. <Black, this is Eleven. I've got company,> she coms, trying to keep her nose pointing at the target. Two torpedoes leave their tubes, streaking across space like a pair of tiny blue comets. Both smash into the frigate's deflectors, making the aft quarter's force-bubble flicker alarmingly. <Those shields are hurting now! Keep it up!> Nova calls, Immelmanning to flit away to set up another attack run... and maybe get that TIE off her tail.

Having evaded from more laser fire, Karas was out of position on the TIE he was fighting. Having ot break off, though with the speed of the T-85, and applying more power to his engines. Karas looks around noticing the shimmering of the TIE he shot at is still at half. Coming over the top and diving down towards it, Karas depresses the trigger on his control yoke and red bolts of fire misses the TIE as it streaks away. "Kriff!" He says as eh banks left keeping on the enemy TIE.

<<Zap, let thus Hutt-sucker take his potshots at me, he's awful.. Lock onto the big boat and let's blow some drek up, yeah?>> Ektor instructs his wing, locking his own toroedoes onto the frigate, and cursing as he sees the power of the warship's protection surge again as shields grow stronger. He curses loudly again as the pirate squadron is picked apart by TIEs and turrets which appear to have found the civilian grade craft softer targets than the cutting edge X-wings. He barks at the HLAF, <<Zap, loose your shots and drop back, yeah? Get clear->> he curses again when the Scyk is raked by cannonfire, and is heavily damaged. "Rekk," he mutters off comms. "It's happening again."

Calevaro winces as the ship shudders, the result of a direct impact. Red lights start to blink along with the sound of an alarm. "Our shields are at 0, another hit like the last one and we will be history," Calevaro says to Merek, his atention going back to the tactical display. That is, until the ship is hit again, more alarms sounding, sparks starting to fly from the controls. Calevaro looks at their systems for a moment. "Hyperdrive is ofline," He says, his back tenssing. Still, his atention returns to the targeting system, the trigger being pressed once more, another salvo of missiles hitting the frigate. The Valor emerges into real space in a flash of blue light. The Corvette, massively wide, trains her huge cannons toward the frigate and obtains the lock. Within the bridge, activity keeps personnel moving as alarms blare, pilots yell, and the chaos of battle plays out before them. Standing near the helm is Poe Dameron. "Bring us to bear, Captain and open fire. My people can't hold out long."

Just as he says it and motions forward, massive red bolts paired and parallel sink into the shields of the FO frigate. "Good hit! Let's line it up again!" Poe props a booted foot up on one of the helmsman chair's arm and grins.

The shots take the shields down, then the cannons manage to make a few clean shifts across the hull. Flames begin flowing from the ship, while all of the systems begin to show red also. Merek nods a bit, while he begins to work on repairs with the hyperdrive, with hands steering the craft to shift away and into the friendly pattern, "I am going to get us to a jump, while we make away from the fire," he says.

Fiver announces the arrival of the Valor at their six. "Holy goddess and her panoply of helpers, Fiver. We have company." Tallie grins fiercely bringing them around for another run at the Frigate, "Good repair! Think I'll keep you around."

The Valor fires and Black-Five adds her torps into the mix making a satisfying flare of the Nebulon-K's shields. <Last two away, Black 5 coming around>.

Black 12 Elrych is brought back from the confusion and into the fight once more by the continuing tone of his torp lock and the announcement of the Valor's arrival. His R2 unit has some good news for him too. "Great... now the real fun begins..." Says the Jedi Ace as he shrugs the wing of his T-85 away from a point defense shot from the Frigate. "Put on track Eleven..." There is a moment of silence before the track begins. A fast paces Coruscanti Jizz ballad, embodying the spirit of the city planet and the fast hustle and bustle. "Oh yeah..." He lets loose two torps which hit their marks this time. <<"Twelve's got joy... and a hit... Lets put this thing down for good.">>

"You're on the deflectors, right?" Nova asks Jammer, hooking around again to try for another shot at the frigate. She's a little busy to notice the arrival of the /Yelsik's Valor/, but the sudden declines in the frigate's own deflector screen levels say plenty about what's happening in the sytem. <Nice timing, /Valor/! Good to see you!> she coms, and turns her attention to making her attack run. That blasted TIE is still back there, after all…

A sudden split-S clears her tail for just a moment, long enough to pickle off a pair of proton torpedoes that smack into the frigate's shields. The near-invisible barrier of energy flickers visibly. For no reason she can understand, she can't get a good reading on the shield level, though. <That had to hurt! We've almost got them... we /have/ to be doing /something/ to them..!>

While the bulk of the task force is pounding the /Void Crosser/, Callax is out there herding the increasingly shredded TIEs; spewing red lances at every weakened ship, Black Ten is a would-be misericorde, set on slitting the throats of the wounded First Order fighters at its pilot's guiding hands. Though he does not land shots, it's not for a lack of trying; he jinks and feints and slashes, seeking to send the ships if not in Hell than into a fleeing panic.

<< Yes, my pretty things, >> he calls over public comms, << Run back to your roost while it still exists! I'm coming for you! >> From his socket, Fang emits a low, doubtful whistle at his pilot-partner's dramatics, which Callax cheerfully ignores. Blood in the void-currents, and whatnot…

A hideously unsafe stream of six proton toroedoes is loosed from the Longprobe, followed by volleys from the other Tionese craft. Together with Black Squadron, the effect is catastrophic: the frigate's shields collapse in the first salvo, and the remaining torpedoes and concussion missiles slam into the *Void Crosser*, leaving it clinging to structural integrity and bereft of its hyperdrive as a series of detonations cripple that subsystem.

But the cost is heavy.

Turbolasers lash out at the Bunkerbuster, point defense guns and TIE fighters take a bloody toll in the warship's death throes, striking down the pair of Scyks and sending their wreckage spiralling toward Rodia, while the heavily modified Preybird is struck a mortal blow by one of the escort TIEs.

"We have them where we want them. Keep rekking them up, weapons!" Poe calls out, leaning forward at the helm and chuckling. His amusement fades when he reads the sensor layout and recognizes that their fighters are beginning to falter. He feels guilty for not being out there with them, but there was little time to waste. <<"This is Black Leader. Form up and start focusing on those TIEs. The Valor will clean up the frigate. If you're limping, land on the pylons. I'm calling in a recovery crew for those who went down, so don't let it worry you. The end of the mission is within our grasp. Keep fighting, people.">>

Calevaro would nod to Merek's words. "Look, it seems help has arrived!" He says, pointing towards the Valor on his sensors. He smiles as he sees the frigate's shields starting to fade. "There is a chance," He says cheerfully, his atention going back to the ship's missiles, his smile fading as he concentrates on aiming and firing. That is, until the ship is hit once more. The sparks in the ship increase as control instruments start to blow, the whole ship starting to fail. "This is bad day," He says over comms. "Just want to inform everyone that we are about to have a bad day," Despit the situation, his tone is calm, even as the ship shakes, starting to break apart. "Preparing to eject!" With that, Calevaro pulls the eject lever, the ship's canopi blowing upward as he and Merek are ejected, Calevaro silently praying to the force for safety, nodding as he hears Poe's words, his helm's breathing system starting to provide him with oxigen.

"Well, looks like we will," Merek shifts on the controls, while he begins to avoid a bit of cannon fire, then another strikes the ship, while it begins to shift away into pieces. "Eject," he calls back to Calevaro, and also follows with the canopy opening up which he escapes from also. He then takes a few clean hits from material of the ship, although his suit is doing well to seal those places as well.

<<This is Bad Day, we are ejected, both pilots safe, we are at the bearings,>> he lists off the things that the others need to know also. He waits while he watches the dogfight from the view. He draws up his pistol while he tries to shoot at the TIEs while IN SPACE.

Black 4 has been diving and rolling and jinking throughout this fur ball. With the Frigate down, they had to concentrated on the fighters and now Karas is still dogging teh TIE that's been evading him for the past minute, though he too hasn't taken a hit either so it's been pretty even. Lining up behind the TIE, Karas takes a breath and fires, but he watches the TIE roll and dive again.

Nova's plea for more damage needed doing earns a wry smile from Tallie. <Welcome, Commander, good to see you.> does not express half of the relief the Captain feels at seeing the Valor in the system holoprojector. "Yes, yes, yes," she chants when the Valor opens fire and proceeds to reduce the Void Chaser to pieces. Not unaware of the irony and the vagaries of war, she watches the escape capsules with a measure of relief as well.

"Alright, let's do this Fiver." The X-85 banks to port and leaves the line of fire on the dying Frigate. Tallie wants a TIE. "Bring them up on targeting, Fiver." The TIE designated Alpha is in her sites. The target drone sounds and she fires all her lasers. <Black Five, splash Alpha> her voice crackles over coms.

<<"You know Moonbeam. I have things in eleven set just the way I wanted them.">> Laments the Jedi over comms as he comes about to chase down the fighter who had decided to try and take him out of the fight. A helpful tinge from the Force and his superior Piloting skills which were far better than his shooting skills kept that from happening. He fights on the TIE, his linked canons going wide and flying off into the blackness of space until their energy dissipated. <<"Now I gota set all this stuff up again. Everything is wonky. This seat is /still too small/.">> His music plays in the background of his comm chatter.

</Bad Day/, this is Black Eleven, what's your status? /Bad Day/, do you copy?> Nova calls, having caught that unclear transmission. She'd seen a lot of fire coming off of that frigate, and some explosions... and one of them was probably /Bad Day/.

<Major? Having some trouble with my com... please repeat?> she says, whipping the X-Wing into another sharp split-S. Climbing up over the top of the engine package of the frigate, she snaps the nose and her sights down onto the bridge. "Here's one for Calevaro, Merek, and the pirates," she growls, and pulls the trigger on a quad-burst of fire-linked lasers.

The result is a /lot/ more than she'd bargained for: The bridge is cored top to bottom by all four blasts, and apparently, she nicked a power conduit as well. The resulting chain reaction turns the frigate into a massive fireball that buffets her X-Wing as she pulls away.

Somehow it's not as satisfying as she would've thought. But it does signify that the mission is a success. Maybe that's satisfaction enough.

It's not good, the sudden fusillade of energy that responds to Callax's culling ways - suddenly the slender pilot finds his cockpit filled with sparks and smoke as Black Ten's shields are forcibly stripped clear and the T-70's hull is shredded in several places. The master alarm board swims with color and shrieks warning. << And that is my song, >> Callax calls over allied comms. << Heading back to the Yelsik's Valor for repair. >> He attempts a parting shot against the backdrop of the dying frigate, but his methods are all in vain - no kills for the hunter this evening. Pushing on at maximum throttle, Callax makes to quit the field, seething silently as he goes.

The HLAF, and surviving Preybird veer off for distance when missiles are spent and the dying frigate is at last struck down. The lead Y-wing banks and turns as Tallie cuts across his tail and dispatches the TIE/sf that had pursued him. As the Longprobe breaks away from the frigate, and drives back through the fading dogfight, nose cannons chewing mercilessly into another Alpha TIE, but from Ektor himself there is no transmission. Four remaining First Order fighters flee into hyperspace with the Void Crosser's fall. The wary astromech in the recon bomber's socket warbles uncertain, as a mute signal is sent and the surviving Tionese craft streak into hyperspace.

<<"All call signs, our work here is done. Saddle up on the Valor and prepare for hyperspace. We will send a rescue mission for our downed pilots on Rodia, and we're bringing in our spaced ones now.">> The Valor was adjusting as her shields flickered from sustaining bits of burning debris. Engines locked into hyperspace positioning before the craft zipped from view minutes later.