Log:Resistance: Space Alert: Naboo

SPACE ALERT: Naboo

OOC Date: September 19, 2019)
Location: Orbit of Naboo
Participants: Ektor, Poe Dameron, Ax, Nova Korell, Jehni'va Cihn, Elrych Cometburn,Tallissan Lintra, Zandra naMuriel, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Greystorm, Adhar Gann, Karas Darkwing, Kaelyn, Merek

The Naboo System seems as peaceful as the increased stellar traffic permits. Freighters coming and going in steady numbers, and a stronger than usual presence of the elegant golden starfighters of the Royal Navy, as Echo Squadron carried out maneuvers: a half squadron- six of the sleek N-1c fighters escorting a quartet of a bulkier heavy fighters- a prototype bomber that is still unmistakably Naboo in design. More distantly, the handful of capital ships that compose the Resistance fleet keep their formation, with patrols of their own X and Y-wings keeping the perimeter secure. It is a quiet day.. Right up until it isn't.

Experienced spacers will realize one of the freighters in system must have been acting as a spotter, forwarding coordinates to their allies, as there is no other way a dozen mismatched fighter craft could emerge from a microjump so *precisely* on top of the Naboo squadron. The pirate fighters (4x Kimogila, 2x Starchasers, 1x T-65b X-wing, 1x Dunelizard, and 4x Scyk) immediately set upon the scrambling Naboo craft, with the ion-armed craft targeting the prototype bombers, and the other six pirates blasting away at the Naboo escorts. One bombers shields are eroded by a steady stream of ion energy, and blue lightning plays over its hull as the craft drifts dead out of formation. Five of Echo squadron successfully evade damage, but the sixth takes both cannons of a Kimogila squarely to the fuselage, and is destroyed.

<<Mayday, this is Echo Leader- we are under heavy attack- all craft able to assist, please respond!>> Echo flight does land several shots back on their tormentors, but the fight looks dangerously one-sided.

When the mayday sounds, Poe flips the proximity alarm aboard the Valor, and is seen running down the hall of the bunker buster with BB-8 leading the way. Just as Black Leader, the T-85 black and orange X-Wing freshly overhauled comes to life, shields shimmer around its hull. <<"Echo Leader, this is Commander Poe Dameron. I'm ordering all available Resistance call signs to your location. We're closing in now.">> -- "Hang on back there, buddy." Poe calls to BB-8 as a warning before engaging his afterburner to speed ahead.

Poe's gloved hand goes to the comm dash then, flipping to the encrypted Resistance channel. <<"All call signs, this is Black Leader. Form on my wing and sound off.">>

Merek is settled back into the Gold 1 Y-Wing along with the pilot Ektor, flight suit on while he links up with the computer's targeting system. When the call comes to the Resistance, he shifts goggles away from his face, linking up fully, then he takes up control of the ion cannons, "On cannons, Tion, my orders at the moment?" he asks.

Another star fighter patrol. Even while things are being done on the surface, security has to be maintained in-system.

Nova's getting pretty tired of security, important or not. Jammer is poor company at the best of times, and Black 11 isn't exactly a comfortable easy chair, either. So a weary sigh escapes her as the mayday goes out; rescuing Naboo squadrons is fast becoming a second job for Black Squadron.

Which is not to say she won't do her best. <Echo Leader, Black Leader, Black 11 is inbound hot,> Nova calls, standing the neo X-Wing on its wingtip as she turns to join the fight, then kicking in the boosters. She's on Poe's wing in moments, already locking strike foils into attack position. <Black 11 standing by to engage.>

The Hotbox isn't a fighter, and her pilot is so no fighter pilot - in fact, the light freighter was on a different mission entirely, this day. Namely: cargo. Simple as that - but some semblance of moral fiber remains, and a distress call (a genuine one) is not something that Jehni'va Cihn can easily dismiss. "I know, Co'po!" She grumbles for the twelfth time as the maccrow's gimbaling systems engage, snapping it into the x-wing formation that makes its cousins famous. <<"Uh, ahem! Resistance - er - folks! Captain Cihn here. Looks like you got some company, so I'm comin' in hot; please don't shoot me!">>

Pirates - she's dealt with pirates before, but it's been a long time since she's found herself in a firefight. "Co'po, be a dear and get mummy a smoke." Twisting in her seat, she lifts the goggles that act as the viewport to outside space in order to check the harness on a large anooba in the nav seat behind her. "Don't barf on me again." She warns, before tightening her own cross-straps and slamming her weight forward on the thrusters, the goggles once again over her eyes. This was not on the agenda for today.

Elrych isn't far behind the Major with Eggsy in tow and quick to start up and launch his T-85, bringing up his scopes and other secondary systems as the takeoff cycle completes ad he rockets out into the cold void of space. <<"Twelve is with you, Lead.">> Says the Corellian Jedi over the secure Black Squadron FRQ. He had only just returned to duty after having to take care of some things back at the Academy. He takes a breath and attempts to find calm in the flow of the force as he nears the hot zone. "<<Would you look at that, they got themselves and X-wing...">>

Captain Lintra hit the deck running and is still breathing hard as the canopy closes and her droid Fiver pops itself into place. She touches the fastening of her helmet and straightens the knot of her white synth scarf waiting for Fiver to complete the undocking procedure. When the hold on the pylon releases the X-85 into space, Gs immediately push her back against the seat as she guides the ship into position and adjusts the foils to fall into formation.

<Black 5 rogers that Black Leader on your port one.>

A lone TIE Avenger was flying through the system, running practice maneuvers and shooting at a few pieces of space debris well away from planet. When the mayday goes out though, the Echani pilot banks hard to his port to answer the call. <<Naboo forces, Resistance forces... This is Ax of the Waywards. I'm inbound to assist but flying an older Imperial TIE Advanced or Avenger or Bright, whatever you want to call it. Don't shoot me as I accelerate to your location.>> Ax calls out over broad communications as his extremely fast and agile fighter screams through space to try and close distance.

X Wings. Y wings. And an A Wing, just to add to the mess of ships out there. Zan finished a training flight not so long ago, and was still aboard the Flurry when that call came. She shrugged, and headed back to her fighter, which had just enough time to be refueled and ready to go. She takes a deep breath, engaging systems, concentrating for a moment to clear her mind. And then on that secure channel, she calls out, <<Black Leader, this is Blue 2, launching and forming up. >> The A Wing tumbles out of the launch bay and she hits the afterburners sending it flying after Black Leader, just like she's practiced it.

The Painted Warrior had just entered into the system and set course for Naboo when the sound of emergency goes out. The pilot of the small heavily armed freighter course changing for an intercept. <<"This is the Jax Greystorm in the Painted Warrior, Echo Leader. I changing cours to intercept. Always happy to help out the Local Government. Hey Dameron, I still owe you 5 credits so tell you're not to shoot at me. >> Jax adjusting sensors he turns his head to call back into the tiny cabin, "Sesti! I need you up here on the turrents. We're going to have problems."

The Painted Warrior had just entered into the system and set course for Naboo when the sound of emergency goes out. The pilot of the small heavily armed freighter course changing for an intercept. <<"THis is the Jax Greystorm in the Painted Warrior, Echo Leader. I changing cours to intercept. Always happy to help out the Local Government. Hey Dameron, I still owe you 5 credits so tell your pilots not to shoot at me. >> Jax adjusting sensors he turns his head to call back into the tiny cabin, "Sesti! I need you up here on the turrets. We're going to have problems."

Just beyond the Sea of Veruna, a sleek craft abruptly manifests into real space; smooth and ray like, the navy blue skin of the ship called Turhaya is tinged faintly violet by the light of Nabuu filtered through the cloud, and sparks are struck from the golden metal that swirls along its edges in swirling patterns. And yet of course all this is hidden by distance, as Turhaya is not yet in range of the display, its pilot choosing to arrive via a somewhat circuitous route.

"Attention, crew," calls Adhar Gann over the yacht's intercom, "We are arrived in the Naboo system; prepare yourself for any inspection that may occur." The smuggler leans back in the generously padded throne of a chair that shipwrights decided to place at the pilot's position of the sleek ship. "Esfor," he says to a 1D10 unit docked atop the wroshyr-accented control panel like a sap tick. "Go ahead and pipe in our arrival to the local authorities. Nice and obvious, please, so that they don't think we're hauling today."

The droid lets out a series of burbles and does as asked, sending a broadcast to security flights local to the nebula. Patrols are everywhere, after all.

"Right..." Adhar leans over to flick through the small drinks drawer built into the wall of the cabin. "Let's see what the local traffic's like today, shall we?" He's halfway reaching to fetch a sealed can of fizzy glug from the unit when the call goes up, and his remaining brow arches. "My. I wonder what that's all about. Suppose we'll go see." He reaches for the yolk anew, and punching the throttle sends his gilded bird off toward the trouble, though even at full speed the racing yacht will lag behind.

In the cockpit of Gold 1, Ektor is in the midst of a lengthy and factually incorrect recounting of the history of military salutes to his gunner (Merek) when the ReultTa ambush of Echo flight unfolds. "-so the guy says 'I'm gonna chop myself in my own forehead, just to show how much-? Huh? Oh. OH DREK." Switching to open comms, he abruptly steers the Y-wing toward the sudden scrap and kicks engines to full. <<Gold One on intercept. And did that TIE just ask us not to shoot at it? Asking for a friend,>> he adds with an audible grin. When Merek asks for orders, Ektor cackles, "Pick something shooting at the hatpins, and shoot at them, first, yeah?"

Flipping back to open channel. <<"This is Black Leader, welcome to the fight everyone. I copy all traffic. Let's clear the way for the Queen's finest, shall we?">> Poe flips the switch back to the Res freq, then glances left and right. <<"Alright team, we're following Nova in. She's got the best vector. Go straight at 'em; don't let these thugs scare you.">>

As if to set the tone, Poe pulls back the lever on his S-foils expanding his wings into their attack formation. Chuckling, more for his own amusement, his visor lights up when he squeezes the trigger emitting a series of red lances at a blitzing Scyk. A single pass with a trio of devastating hits sees to the crafts destruction just as Poe's craft passes by it. <<"Splash 1.">> Poe says over open comms.

"Amazing, a wonder they have not made you Captain," Merek offers then to Ektor with his talk about military saluting, while he lines up his cannons to fire ions at the Kimogila he is placing into sights. The shot is a bit wild, while he begins to adjust targeting computer also.

<Looks like they want one of those bombers intact,> Nova observes, seeing the blue flashes of ion cannon fire and the one immobile bomber. < I suggest we ruin their efforts.> No sooner said than she's trying to do. Black 11 drops its nose and scissors onto the tail of one of the Starchasers. Nova's burst of red lasers scorches away the antique's shields, but the old fighter flies on. <Be advised, these Starchasers take some killing.>

Jehni'va is doing her best to ignore the string of disgruntled binary scolding her from the maintenance hatch. It's the sound of an R3 not lighting one up for its lord and master. "Okay, okay - deep breaths, happy thoughts." Jerking the yoke to starboard, Jehni'va zips her peppy light freighter towards the frey, her grip far tighter than it should be. It's been awhile - still, she remembers how to aim and fire... This pirate just knows how to /move/ more. "Slippery little gint." The pilot grumbles, before shouting back over her shoulder: "I /know/ I missed, just get mummy a smoke!"

"No..." Says Elrych as he's keeping an eye on the kilometers ticking down on the Scyk he's targeted, knowing Poe is after the lead in that group. He sticks a hair behind the commander. Eggsy changed the tune playing in his cockpit, "No..." Another change of music. "Wait... this one, yes." It's a bit soft and sooth instrumental. "Greisser, Circa 1110, right?" THe Droid blerps an affirmative. "Nice choice..." Feeling the surge from the Force that the time was now, Elrych comes out from behind Poe as he turns away. There is an instant tone as his reticule turns green. Without hesitation he pulls the firing trigger and scarlet death rains upon the second Syck until it explodes. Elrych peels off. <<"Twelve here. Splash one Syck, Lead.">>

"Go for Scyk Three, Fiver. No quarter," she mutters and grins without humor against the acceleration as they roll hard to starboard. The orange of the targeting brackets stutter into place painting her face. Tallie lines them up and the Scyk is jigging like a frog on a hot rock and only takes one solid hit, its shields down to half.

The TIE Avenger was one of the strongest fighters the Empire ever produced, beat only by the TIE/D Defender. In many ways, it was one of the best fighters of its time. It's extreme speed, maneuverability, and great firepower was why Ax loved this little snub-fighter so much.

When his sensors picked up a T-65B X-wing amongst the pirates attacking, the Echani just smiles. "Should I?" Ax asks himself, already knowing the answer as he brings his targeting reticle to bear on the enemy X-wing. Thumb depressing the firing button, all four lasers impact the enemy ship, doing significant damage. <<Damn, I almost feel bad for that,>> he says, his voice betraying any bad feelings.

The Painted Warriors intercepting one of the Kimogila trying to destroy the N-1 fighters. Jax pulling the trigger and the ion cannon flashing across the heavy Mando designed fighter. "Come on you bantha, duel with me." He glances over to Sesti as she jumps into the co-pilot seat. "Hey. Pirates Messing with some of Naboo fighters and some bombers they needed help. Half the Resistance and Ax are out here. I know of." He says busy with the piloting.

As /Turhaya/ hurtles toward the site of the rumble, Adhar frowns and cues the intercom with a hand. "All hands," he calls, "Prepare for combat. Crewmen Freekin and Slahlvo, man the turrets; you are clear to attack any targets of opportunity on approach. Lil, get ready to see to the shields, please." Somewhere in the well-heeled guts of the yacht, an R3-series droid whistles cheerfully and wheels herself into the engineering bay, R3-L1L liking only baking better than the work.

With that done, Adhar heaves a deep sigh, and cues the comms to a public channel. << Pirates, >> he says, << My name is Adhar Gann. I urge you to break formation and turn themselves in to the authorities immediately. Any man that does not will share the flesh-cages of the Evil One and be sent to the doom fires eternal by my guns. >> All this delivered in a flat monotone, throat brimming with a muted poison. << Make your choices, lads. I take whatever's left. >>

At Jax's call, the refresher water basin ran quickly, and then Sesti entered, taking a few quick steps before skidding into the seat and pulling the straps over her shoulders. She's still warming up the turrets as Jax strafes one of the pirate's ship she hastily tries to fire off and finish it before she has it properly in her sites. "Yasu, settle down," she mutters at herself. She pushes her unbraided hair back from her face and twists it to try and keep it out of her face. "I got this."

The Y-wing reaches the ambush site after the opening charge of X-wings and A-wing wreak havok on the pirate ambush. The nose cannons of the old light-bomber blast through the weakened shields of the Scyk Tallie had driven before him, prompting a dry report of, <<Sunshine, you get me the nicest drek, yeah?>>

Further losses among the Naboo are avoided, though the surviving Starchasers do further damage the shields of a Naboo bomber, but with all four Scyk interceptors destroyed or in retreat, the tide has abruptly turned against the pirates.

This is when a bulk freighter some Resistance pilots might recall emerges from its own microjump: the Action V heaby transport *Long Wampa* arrives in system, promptly launching its own ad hoc handful of fighters, and latching onto the ionized NB-1

Karas is the last to the party, still the Captain isn't a slouch at getting ready at the last moment. His T-85 having been prepped and ready to go, thanks to Spark, Karas R2 droid. <<Black 6 inbound, don't party to hard without me.>> he calls out. HIs sensors already picking up friendlies and enemies, <<How're we looking?>> he calls out wanting to get a sit rep.

Poe takes a wide course, twisting his fighter to an angle while passing to get a good view of the battle. He watches several of the trade offs, catching a few explosive displays. <<"Good initial rush here, people. We've got more bad guys that just jumped in though. Priority target, disable if possible. Long Wampa.. that big freighter..">> Poe marks the Long Wampa as a priority target, but the HUD paints it blue, meaning disable if possible. He takes the lead on the assault, attempting a vector that's vastly dangerous. A series of proximity alerts sound from the cockpit, but Poe manages to slip beneath the shields of the Long Wampa and gets a nasty shot in on her engines. He spirals away from the ship. "Yeah buddy, I agree. Too close.." Black Leader angles about for another pass.

Merek watches as the cannons all streak along within space, then he's lining the ion cannons up with the Kimogila, and managing to actually strike the shields. The energy of the ion begins to do its job while on the shields, while the gunner begins to line up with the targeting computer as well, his fingers moving then to the triggers for the weapon, "Kimogila 1's shields are at seventy five percent."

<Looks like the party's growing,> Nova observes, glancing hastily down at her sensor board. <They must want a bomber pretty bad to risk bringing their flagship in... and they're trying to scoop up that disabled one now!>

The distraction of watching the attempted bomber abduction costs her a shot against that Starchaser she's tailing. She's left struggling to stay on its tail.

<<"Cool TIE!">> Jehn laughs over the general channel as the Hotbox streaks past Ax's ship in the opposite direction, allowing her pilot time to adjust the view on her goggles and let out a whistle of appreciation. "Make a note - we need something cool like that. And did you ever get that- oh, good droid." Finally, she is able to rest a tabaac-rolled, rankweed cigarette between her lips. "Now we're cookin'." She lets out a breath before depressing her comm controls. <<"No hard feelings, Turhaya. I thought it was real convincin', promise I would be turnin' tail if it were me!">> She calls over comms, an encouragement from one as dense as Jehn ringing nothing but sincerity. However, any additional well wishes are lost as she catches a concerning blip of data regarding the Dunelizard; specifically, its weapons training on her ship.

Exhaling a deep, purple plume of smoke, Jehn jerks the light freighter into a tight barrel roll. "Don't puke on me!" She pleads to Crona behind her as they spin over and over, bursting out of the line of fire unscathed. She jerks her ship's nose to a hard 90, streaking a relative "up" long enough to double back down and return fire, gritting her teeth against the sudden influx of G's. Suck it, Dunelizard, she's got animal handling... But that transport might pose a few more issues. She's happy to leave that to the real fighters - as in most cases, Jehni'va is here by unlucky happenstance.

Elrych is bobbing his head to the music in his cockpit, scrolling through contacts. Those listening on the coms can hear it cut in and out when he speaks but it's never loud enough to be a hindrance to communication. Suddenly, his T-85 shakes, the loud thunk of space debris or cannon fire. He checks the shields, they're down a bit. "What the hell was that?" He certainly hadn't seen it coming and even though he was turning it still was able to get through his passive combat maneuvering defense. He looks out his cockpit window behind him to see the Kimogila. "Huh... alright, PAL. Eggsy, get the patch going on the shields." The droid whistles its affirmative as Elrych pushes the thrust levers forwards, red flames busting from the quad engines on each of his fighter's s-foils. He presses down with both feet, sending turning thrusts to aid in the maneuver as he comes about, levels, and fires into the Kimogila who dared to assail him. Crimson terror cuts through the Mandalorian Fighter's shields and rip into the hull, causing it to explodes. El flies right through the flames just as the shields are raised. Eggsy chides him. "I didn't mean to kill him, just scare him a little. I need to chill out, I know." He keys the comm, clearing his throat. <<"Splash Two...">>

<Better late than never, Black Leader. Nice splash.> Fiver sneers at the late message with a series of sarcastic beeps and whistles. Tallie shrugs. Ektor's message though relights her grin to full, <Oh, Tion, don't you know, just for you!> The Major goes for the Long Wompa as she knew he would, expectations on her part high for a successful strafing run. She curses to herself as she never does in public and changes vectors from her intended run on the X-65. Precious minutes pass as she loops back on her course to fire and runs under the shields adding to Dameron's first foray. But there is no more sweetness and light and the ace pilot pulls away hard leaving only marginal damage behind.

After tagging the X-wing with a solid hit, Ax is doing a little victory spin in his fighter. When the enemy ship returns fire, Ax pays for his cockiness by not being in a position to dodge the incoming shot. His shields take a pounding but still maintain for now.

"Alright...." Ax says to himself, wiping the smile off his face. "Let's dance!" he yells to nobody in particular as he lines up for another shot on the enemy X-wing, taking it out in old Imperial fashion. His sensors come alive with the arrival of the larger ship, however, causing Ax to send a tight-beam communication towards the planet of Naboo. <<Phantom Knight, this is Specter. Heavy hitter in system, might want to prepare for launch to assist Resistance and Local forces. Over>> Doubtful that the ship would be prepped for combat and arrive in time, but just in case.

As the Scyk goes evasive, backing out of the battle, Zan finds a new target. There's still a Starchaser after the bombers, so she sets her attack vector, and heads after that ship, speedy as she can be. Which is pretty speedy in her A wing. She fires as she has a chance, trying to stop the Starchaser from beating on the bomber. Which may not be a real smart move, but both her cannons hit, and the Starchaser's shields collapse. <<Are they really trying to steal a bomber?>> she cannot help but ask, dumbfounded. "Stars, they are - something else." The last to herself inside the cockpit, as she spirals around to come back after the Starchaser.

Exine rolls into the cockpit stnading at the entrance just gripping at the fact that he wasn't called to combat. "Not now, Exine." Jax says as tries to out maneuver the Kimogila that he's dueling with. The sound of the shields crashing a bit in a thump and the little droid complains louder. "If you want to be useful get inot the back and try to talk the Warrior and do some repairs." The R2 unit turns and starts to work repairing the shields complaining the whole time. The shield on the Painted Warrior starting to come back on line.

Jax pulls back on the flight yoke trying to get away from the Kimogilas chasing him. "Alright, That's a problem, a big problem. Poe and his people are going to need help. I'm going to try to put this Kimogila out of our problem. " Jax says as he comes back around firing his ion canons at the Pirate Kimogila that was causing him problems. The fighter's shield stripped away. He l

Condemning them to the Space Devil is a needlessly dramatic display, and Adhar knows it - but he has a character that requires maintenance. Besides, it actually works sometimes. "So much for theatrics," he says with a grim chuckle, answered by a tutting squawk from Esfor perched upon the console. << Yes, yes, >> Adhar sighs over the comms to Jehni'va when she speaks up, << I know. One day, though, it'll work. I obviously haven't killed enough pirates yet, that's all. >>

This, of course, he aims to correct as /Turhaya/ arrives upon the field. The heavy turrets mounted on the ship's sweeping back come to life and begin hurling glittering green lances toward damaged fighters in the ship's forward arc; one of the Scyks explode in a cloud of flame and vapor. Adhar himself, leaning forward in his seat now, narrows his remaining eye as the synthetic one whirrs softly in its mask. "Targeting incoming heavies," he intones, sighting a pirate Preybird and loosing a salvo from the guns bracketing the nose - the dual triple-laser mounts pour forth a fountain of laser bolts, streams of crimson that wash over the ship and between its wings as the fighter's pilot spins delicately through the web of death. Adhar's already banking the ship and preparing another fusillade.

Sesti grits her teeth as she listens to the pilot and R2 unit argue. "Exiiiinnnee," she growls in warning as she tries to concentrate on helping destroy the Kimoglia. The targeting gives her to go ahead and she watches as her target manages to juke to the side at the last moment. "If we need to help Poe, go. I will keep this guy dodging."

Karas hears the call outs and the various com chatter as everyone is engaging the pirates, as one of the bigger craft come into view, the S-foils on his X-Wing. As he comes in, the red power in the engines are visible as Karas pours into his fighter. The T-85 streaks in fast rolling wing over wing firing laser bolts into the Komigilia. As he is about to crash into the ship, the snub fighter breaks away.

The arrival of the *Long Wampa* immediately changes the balance of power. Although the pirate carrier takes hits to its engine array, its defensive batteries roar to life, striking a Baudo, but focusing fire on the solitary Y-wing that is establishing a torpedo lock. As tractor beams snare and draw in the two ionized Royal Naboo bombers (the other pair having won free as the two Starchasers break off and seek to flee), communications are blocked for a thousand kilometers. As are sensors and targeting computers.

"Oh you Hutt-sucking sons of-" Ektor swears as his computer cuts out. "Not this time.. Spooky-tank, keep any fighters off my back, yeah? Switching fire control to proton bombs. We're going in close, hang on to something."

The moment the jammers come online, Poe's targeting computer goes haywire. "Oh you've got to be.. BB-8, hang on buddy.. this could geeeet meeeeeessy!!" Without much thought to his own safety, or that of his craft, Poe twists back bravely into another daring assault on the stern of the freighter. He closes his S-foils, managing to slip beneath the shields again! "Yeeeeeeaaah! We got through! Now to those engines!" Slamming the lever controlling speed forward, Poe has to reach up to engage his S-foils once more! This narrows the window of time he has to shoot an engine to like a second if not less. When Black Leader spirals away from the Long Wampa, it's with the trail of sparks and fire as another portion of the engine is smashed! "Wooooohooooo!"

Poe has a look around as he twists to come about. Hopefully the others got the idea to start targeting the priority target; you know, the one stealing the rekking bombers?

Nova grits her teeth as Black 11 shakes under a pair of blasts. Warning tones fill the cockpit. "Stupid fighter patrols..." she mutters, trying to zero in on that surprisingly nimble Starchaser. With about as much success as usual.

Rattled badly in his socket, Jammer has to spend several seconds trying to free his heavy grasper arm. The deflector screens stay down. It's going to be one of those nights.

<<"One day, Turhaya.">> Jehn grins around her cig, her eyes obscured by the bug-like, technical goggles of the HWK's view-feed. She's keeping a lock on the Dunelizard, and manages to twist violently out of the way of another volley of fire as it comes. "Oofa doofa, Poodoolizard." There's a pause while the pilot chuckles at her own joke. "Gimme some skin, Crona." She requests, holding an arm back. The anooba leaves her hanging.

"Hotbox to Poonliz- kriff." Jehn toggles the communications, but nothing is transmitting. They're being jammed. Gotta get the big one, but she needs Dunelizard off her tail, first. A small rain of ash falls to her lap, remnants of her neglected cigarette burning closer to her lips, still sending purple twirls of smoke through the cockpit.

And she does, opening a heavy rain of fire as Jehn manages to whip the Hotbox onto Dunelizards tail. On contact, she lets out a victorious WHOOP, that immediately dissolves into a cringe of shame. She's not used to killing people. "Don't puke..." She's talking to herself this time.

Elrych is moving to fall in for a lock on the Wampa, but the computer indicates that there isn't any ship there. "What?" Eggsy makes a report to him, "A kriffin' scrambler? Stang..." The Jedi Ace grits his teeth and pulls back, looking towards a Starchaser that seems to be limping but still in the fight. He lashes out with his canons, sending it to space hell. He hefts a sigh, "Comms are down. This is no good." Eggsy wistles in agreement. He considers yeeting a pair of torps at the Action VI. Options, options.

<On Priori----> Down all communications go. "Let me tell you how much I like comm silence. Fiver, Fiver...we are going in again and eyeballing it. Close on Poe's run, Black 5 (Tallie) rolls in behind him to lay a line of laser fire on the engines. "Guesstimate it! We are going to get the Wompa dead in space if the other lay on fire behind us."

Ax was a smuggler, not a fighter pilot, but he was skilled and confident. Having taken out the X-wing, he decides to go after another hard-hitting fighter. Lining up on a Preybird, he takes a shot, narrowly missing the heavy fighter. "Dammit. Shoulda flown a Phantom," he mutters, wishing he had his droid with him.

Everything goes quiet, and Zan's brow furrows. "That's not my jammer," she mutters. Don't matter if she tries the comm or not, it's not working. Which totally gets the young A wing pilot a hit of adrenaline. Upside down, backwards, and a shot crosses to hit the starchaser she was on. Zan changes direction, catching an unsuspecting kimogila in her sights. Unsuspecting because Zan was otherwise occupied. But as she flips and hits the thruster, sending the A Wing zooming forward, that kimogila is suddenly in her sights, and Zan lets fire with all cannons. "That does it, we have to stop this," she mutters, as her fire strikes true, and the kimogila tears apart. "One down," she says, but there's no satisfaction in it.

The thump of the shields getting hit by a heavy canon of the Kimogila as it out maneuvers Jax in the fight. The Corellian fighter pilot pulled out a trick that would have worked in any fighter Jax had been flying. He was in a light freighter. Exine complains again and goes back to work trying to repair the shields. "It's all good buddy. I'm just giving you plenty of work." Jax changes course for the Action. "Just keep the Kimogilas off us if you can." Jax targets the big Action freighter and fires his ion canons. The ion coursing along the shield of the Action. "We're jammed."

Though the ship is firing at the fighters, the bulk hauler opens fire on /Turhaya/, battering the shields; Adhar closes his eye for just a moment, more a ceremonial gesture than anything, and shakes his head. "Some people just want to jet-skate uphill," he mutters, and though the sleek ship's deflectors are battered by heavy laser fire, the smuggler has already had enough. "Turrets, fire on my mark!"

Following the example of the Resistance fighters, the smuggler captain turns his sleek ship toward the bulk hauler and punches the drives to full. Its drives flaring white as the cores of neutron stars, /Turhaya/ hurtles toward the larger ship as its pilot rolls her, belly pointed along /Long Wampa's/ starboard side, and - somehow - manages to dive beneath the transport's deflector bubble. Hurtling along but a meter from the Action's armored skin, Adhar keeps /Turhaya/ stable, and squeezing the yoke's dual triggers pours fire into the ship's fore starboard quarter on the pass. He fires not at the shields, not the jammer array, but straight into the transparisteel ribbon of the ship's bridge, boring through the viewports and superstructure as he flies by close enough to kiss the mangled allow with the yacht's wingtips. "Fire on the bridge," he bellows over the comms. "Mark! Mark!"

If there's anyone left alive in the bridge, /Turhaya/ and her pilot doesn't need comms to mark their message - both will come around again, and this time follow up to cut the head off the snake.

Sesti targets the Kimogian as it comes around again, exhaling through her nose in frustration as she can't get a bead on the fighter, her eyes drawn towards the larger ship as she watches Adhar going in. "He is going to crash..." she gasps, her thumbs pushing down on the firing buttons reflexively as she grips nervously at the controls. Her shots fire wide, but she's not even watching them. She breathes in relief a moment later, when the freighter pulls of the maneuver without even losing the sensor dish.

As most of the fight is being taking to the Kimogila. The fighters weren't being touched and knowing they will be a pain in the ass if not taken out, <<Grip is going after enemy fighters, I will try to keep your backs cleared.>> he says into his comms. Black 6 rockets of towards the V-Wings and this is where he shines, seeing that everything is jammed, "Spark I need your help, we are going to have to do what we did before, engage the targets." He says and as they close, he streaks in fast, knowing first hand how fast the V-Wings are, as he is in range he fires as the V-Wing tries to jink. Grinning as a few laser bolts strike and knock out the shields of the fighter.

You know it's -usually- a good day when one gets to take their custom super fighter out for a joy ride.... However when one drops out of hyperspace in the middle of a full on furball? That generally makes things worse. Kae is suddenly jolted awake by her droid squealing into her cockpit, and well the Sephi naturally flails her arms before grabbing the controls.

Instantly the autopilot is turend off and that small space superiority fighter of Kae's is all but literally dancing through the firefight... "Jeeze what do I shoot at...." She says then tries to broadcast.. More flailing, and Kae is quickly grabbing a hold of the controls again.

"Okie... Umm..." There's beeping from her droid... "I know I know, I'll fire the big stuff, luckily I have a full mag!" She calls out and steadies the aim, just putting the nose of her fighter and its bore-sighted reticle on the big dude tractor beaming bombers... "That looks to be as good a target as any." She mutters and squints a bit, really steadying her aim, drawing a lead, eyeballing that too, then squeezes the trigger.

The Wyvern internally bucks a bit, the vibration from the twin launch of proton torpedos rattling through the small fighter... However, Once again, Kae's putting a volley of high impact heavy ordinance on target, those twin torpedos roar out and both make a giant, brilliant explosion on the cap-ship's shields. "Oooh purdy booms." She says and then looks back in the direction of her droid, naturally in a hidden socket "Why'd we just load standard torps?" The droid gives a noncomittal beep... "Oookie, I get it we can hold more this way... oh yeah, more booms.." Kae then shrugs "Works for me!"

"Okay, big guy..." Jehn breathes, taking a moment's pause to pull on her near-forgotten rankweed. But she pauses - this sort of reckless self-endangerment is the exact thing that soured her last relationship. Maybe she doesn't need to wake up in bacta, or be blown to bits, or spend the next week repairing her ship... She popped in, she lent a hand, but this isn't her fight. "Co'po, remind me to grant a discount to Res and allies if they ever need somethin' fixed." A wary beep of affirmation sounds behind her. "Alright, crew - we're quitting while we're ahead. Strap in!" The Hotbox cuts a retreat, abandoning the noble fight in a rare show of common sense and self-preservation.

Ax was taking a moment to try to get his shields back online after being pegged by that X-wing. Flicking a few buttons on his console while trying to focus on not crashing or getting hit, he miscalculates something causing his screen to flash multiple warning alerts across it. "Sithspit!" he curses, breaking away with a tight roll to starboard. His entire weapons system just rerouted power to engines and his shields still didn't refresh. At least he had the power to fly his limp-lasered fighter out of the battle until he could get repairs done. Times like this he wishes this bird had a droid socket. Breaking away from the fight, Ax punches the throttle to maximum, heading back for the planet of Naboo. If nothing else, he can check on the crew of his Raider-class corvette to see if they're ready to launch yet.

"Yanno, I think I get why bombers usually fly in groups: it gives the turrets more choices, yeah?" Ektor mutters as he tries to guide the old Y-wing pose enough to the *Long Wampa* to drop the proton bombs. The attempt to skim the big vessel's hull as it is bring bombarded turns out not to be a great idea, as an alarmed, "HOLY DREK," precedes an abrupt upward jerk on the flight stick, narrowly avoiding a collision. In the course of his failed run, the Ywing is hammered by a pair of heavy lasers, crushing the shields and raising a shower of sparks from the console of the wounded warbird. While R2-G13 warbles in mortal alarm, Ektor is raising a manic laugh. "You feel alive yet, yeah?" he crows at Merek.

The *Long Wampa*, beset on all sides, its shields flagging, and venting oxygen from a short-lived hull breach- cuts its losses, and settles for its single prize. The first NB is already within its hold, the other is allowed to drift free as the vessel initiates a micro jump, with its remaining fighter craft following suit, or fleeing under their own ability.

As the ship begins diving towards the freighter, a look is also given by Merek when there's speaking from Ektor, "Well, if you keep on moving in like that," he says, after the ship was shifted about by the waves of the cannon blasters. A hand moves to lift up while he begins to place power into the shields also.

When his tracking systems come back online, Poe initiates the comms. <<"Alright, fights over. Everyone okay?">> Poe has closed his S-foils and angled back toward the Resistance fleet. He's looking at the sensor read out to see who is still left. Su cuy'gar?

Elrych had decided it was better for him to pick off fighters at this points. He hefts a sigh of relief as the Wampa drops the second ionized bomber and feels even better about the situation as it starts to flee in its damaged state. He turns his attention to the fighters and they too are fleeing. He breaks off, showing mercy because that's what Jedi do. "All for one bomber. Honestly they lost more then they gained, that must be a really good bomber or something." The Jedi hefts a heavy sigh as he thinks back on his kills. He feels bad but he also knows that they entered into a very dangerous situation and were risking their own lives for what ever they were after. He reaches out to the force for clarity and peace of mind. The bing from the targeting system and IFR indicators coming back up stirs him from his walking meditation. <<"Twelve here and sitting pretty, Moonbeam might need some work on her boat.">> He closes the s-foils into cruise mode and starts back towards the Yelsik.

The Kimogila fighter breaks off when the Action Freighter breaks off. He lets out a breath of relief as Sesti and him survived. <The Painted Warrior is fine, Black Leader. I think they made off with one of the bombers. If you guys help Naboo or go after the pilot to rescue them. I'm more than willing to volunteer. You know who to bug to get ahold of me.> He looks at Sesti, "You alright?" Then starts to move to the surface.

Comms come crackling back on immediately followed by Black Leader's voice calling the squadron in. Rubbing the back of her neck which is already stiffening up after a particularly heavy jink out from under the Kimogilia, she checks projections for who has survived the fight. "Could have been so much worse, Fiver." A surprised beep-whistle is her reply. <<Black 5 on your six, Black Leader>>

Really, it's funny how Fortune is; always inviting people to be excellent, to push the boundaries of what is possible - say, what feat of recklessness that Adhar just pulled off right there - and stepping forward to embrace them. But Fortune, at least in the Corellian envisioning as the goddess, only /appears/ to be reaching to embrace the daring; in reality, she is simply squaring her shot. And thus, as Adhar pulls off a ridiculous feat of flying, the pirate fighter he had missed before with his approaching volley now sets itself up behind his ship, loosing a devastating salvo that somehow not only overcomes the shields but bores straight through the hull, tearing a pair of savage rents through the midsection. In only a moment, the graceful hull is breached in multiple places, and it's only the incredibly tough bands of wroshyr wood that lines much of the interior that keep the ship intact.

Alarms blare; the cockpit is transformed into its own personal red light district, and it is then that Adhar, like so many smugglers before him, has recognized that Lady Fortune has stepped in to properly aim a solid kick square in the sweetmeats. "Damn it," he growls as his ship has suddenly been converted into an exotic lightshow stage complete with colored smoke effects (because the Maker has commanded that the ship's hyperdrive coolant oxidize neon green), and is about to compute a quick escape before the pirates break and head many different directions.

<< Well, >> Adhar calls over the link, << THAT was exciting. Uh, Naboo control, this is Adhar Gann on /Turhaya/. If I may be given leave to land on the planet, I am suddenly the owner of a very stylish flying colander. Need to see to that before I can leave the system... >>

Zan is glad once the jammers are gone, and things are back to normal, especially since she's getting used to the AWing's sensors and all. She pauses as she hears the call, and hits her own comm, << Blue 2,all green,>> she says. <<Returning to base. >> Simple, to the point, and nearly professional, honestly. She's learning. She suits action to her words, though she does give a good long look at the sensors. <<Do we need to do anything with that poor bomber they left behind?>>

Maybe it's good, maybe it's not that the coms are now up? But Kae can be heard over broad range maximum broadcast cursing at the retreating pirates in at least 3 different, nope make that 4 different languages, and she's really fluent at them, coming up with combinations of curses and language probably unheard of before! << Get back here you filthy pirates!!>> Rest is omitted because the walls are turning blue, no streaks here mind you, just blue,and well she's doing a great imitation of a sailor... Maybe it's too much time spent serving on bulk freighters in her life. << You messed up the Turhaya, Imma haz to fix that now! My work hours have just doubled you.... >> More omitted for necessity and all...

There's a brief pause, and Hitch beeps an inquiry at Kae... Another pause, and then a kind of embarrassed dejected voiced Kae can be heard << Yus I'm done nao...>> She says and then looks around curiously....

Another pause << Hey AAaaadddyyyyyy! Do I needs to go grab the Spiral and bring you a load of spare parts nao?>> She asks curiously... Is she teasing or being serious? Who knows, this is Kae...

Sesti watches the battle wrap up, then shuts down the weapons systems without a word. She unbuckles and gets up. "Fine," she says, in that way that only women can say the word. Her steps take her back to the cargo hold and the door slides closed behind her.

<< None of that, Crewman, >> Adhar calls over the link. << I'll handle this. Just you go about your business - ah, and let's keep this between us."

And that said - assuming that the system authorities grant him clearance - Adhar is off to land, Lil already starting to get the shields up and working on structural integrity.

<<"Roger that, Painted Warrior. Be safe, buddy. We'll be in touch.">> Poe flips to the Resistance channel. <<"Valor, this is Black Leader. We need to dispatch a tug to taxi in a floundering bomber. I've marked the coordinates. Inform the Naboo Royal SFC that one got away from us though. We'll see if we can track it down.">> -- <<"Good fight, Resistance. Pack it in, and let's call it a night.">>