Log:Rogue Squadron: BFFs With Benefits
BFFs With Benefits
Location: Glom Tho
Participants: Tallie Lintra, Karas Darkwing, Jax Greystorm, Elrych Cometburn, Nova Korell, Callax Dalso
MISSION BRIEF - EYES ONLY
TIME OF ENGAGEMENT: 07:11:22 Coruscant Standard Time AREA OF ENGAGEMENT: Glom Tho system, Hevvrol Sector
Multiple trade corporations in is working with New Republic Intelligence in order to gather data on First Order operations in the sectors through which its vessels move. One of its trade convoys out of Hosk Station is hiding a small team of NRI agents amongst its bulk transports, with information important to any potential future efforts of reclaiming the Kalarba system from the First Order. Collection of this team is of importance to strategic planning.
PHASE I. Elements of Rogue and Black Squadron, led by CMDR Lintra, along with the NR Marine shuttle ESTWAAL, will arrive in the Glom Tho system and intercept trade convoy BESH-TWO-KRESH-SEVEN under the auspices of a seeking smuggled New Republic military materiel. Each ship is to be scanned to pick up the team's tightband beacon, which will be activated upon the convoy's arrival over Glom Tho.
PHASE II. Upon detection of the team's signal, CMDR Lintra will transmit an encoded tightbeam signal at the vessel, which will signal the team to prepare for extraction. This vessel will be proclaimed as a potential 'smuggler' vessel and shuttle ESTWAAL will dock to deploy an inspection team. The intelligence agents will be extracted under cover by the inspection team and removed, 'clearing' the crew of any wrongdoing.
PHASE III. Transports will be allowed to depart, and allied ships will return to the fleet at Chandrila.
MISSION NOTES: Retrieval of the intelligence team is of great importance; failure to pick them up at this time may allow First Order forces to track them down and capture them. In the event of First Order interruption, as Glom Tho is an uninhabited system, enemy forces are to be engaged and drawn away until such time as the transports and shuttle ESTWAAL may escape.
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Glom Tho, once the site of a battle between the Alliance and the Empire in the last years of the Galactic Civil War, has settled down to becoming one of many sleepy Mid-Rim worlds whose resources are too scarce to attract any kind of population sufficient for a government; however, for many of the freight lines that operate in this zone of space, the planet has become a convenient stopover in the vicinity of more important worlds of the Hevvrol sector like Kalarba and Triffis. Such as it is today, where a string of five enormous BFF bulk transports hang like giant, elongated letter 'herfs' over the placid, blue-green world. A simple stop to check over engines and hyperdrives, standard fare for a bulk convoy such as this. Blissful, mundane routine.
And here to spoil this placidity is Rogue Squadron, with the addition of the good master Cometburn from Black. Hitting the system not far from where the transports linger, realspace cures from blue void to black with a sudden lurch as the dimensional veil is rent. No warning, and so, no means of reaction from the tubby bulkers as some of the very best of the New Republic's pilots arrive upon the scene for a cloak-and-dagger pantomime show. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
[Tallie Lintra]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
White light washes through the cockpit as they flash into real space, Tallie quickly checks the boards, which glow solid green. After a quick tug at the scarf knotted at her neck, she raises a hand to the droid riding behind her in the T-85, "Ready Fiver?"
A gloved hand toggles opens coms, and Rogue Leader emits over encrypted bands, <<"Rogue Leader here. You have the mission brief, people. Let's find them quickly and let the ESTWAAL do their work. Keep an eye out for incoming.">> She chuckles, <<"Either we'll have some disgruntled merchants or some pissed off military. Begin scans!">>
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[Nova Korell]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The moment of reversion from hyperspace to realspace is always a little scary to Nova Korell: One never knows what's going to actually be where you come out, in spite of all the calculations necessary just to get to that place. The briefing was specific: Bulk freighters. But a lot can happen between that plan being made and the actual arrival of RSCDF.
She forces her eyes to remain open at the telltale flash of downjump. "Jammer, full spectrum scan," she says, bringing up deflectors in the instant between dimensions. Old smuggler's trick or not, it's a handy one. "Let's see what's on this side of the Big L."
Jammer cooperates, getting the sensors going. -I spy, with the ship's little eyes...-
Nova stifles a laugh, catching sight of Rogue Leader and adjusting course to come in on Tallie's wing. <Rogue Eleven, copy. Ready to look through some hulls,> she replies.
Altering course just a little, she heads for the ship just to the relative right of the one Tallie's scanning. Better make this quick. A lot can happen when you're stuck in one part of space. And the cargo they're supposed to find isn't the kind you can just leave hanging in the black.
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Rogue 9 jumpes into real time, and Jax adjusts his sensors, <Rogue 9 reporting in. Beginning scans, Rogue Leader.> The x-wing moving into formation to start his scanning runs. In the background behind him Exine is whistling the intro of a popular spy holo. Jax shakes his head, "Way to build up tension there buddy." The Corellian shakes hia head, "Just remember we're not actuallly looking for contraband. If you find it though tag it. We'll let Command know about it."
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[Karas Darkwing]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Rogue 2 jumps into real space, the T-85 X-Wing in the Rogue Squadron colors. Quickly checking his sensors, Karas sees that everything is green and currently all his systems are balanced. He stretches out in his seat and he gives a nod o fhis head, <<Copy that Rogue Leader.>> he asys into his comms and begins doing his sweep.
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[Elrych Cometburn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Black Six, posessing a far different color scheme than that of Rogue sweeps into real space just behind the others and back a little bit. The snub fighter, an updated and band new E-Wing fires it's purple sublight engines to life and into a nice cruising pace. <<"Black Six here, lead.">> He greets, the smooth calming tones of sweet table top caff Jizz plays headily in the background of his tingy treble ridden comm call. <<"Bringing up computer now.">> Which means he was going to sit back and take a nap while Eggsy did all the hard work. The droid whined. "Relax... you're fine." arms folded over his chest and he settled in as his astromech took over for the time being.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
If the transports could blink, they would, like sleepy banthas arranged in a row. << New Republic ships, this is Nartal Jallix of the /Mertaj Comet,/ commander of this commercial convoy. >> The unmistakeably hoarse strains of a male Calamari's voice sounds over general comms, emitting from the freighter at the head of the convoy. << What in the name of the Great Crevasse are you doing all the way out here? >> A mixture of surprise and dawning indignation fills his words, like someone who is suddenly aware that a great deal of paperwork might well be coming his way.
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[Nova Korell]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
<So a dual-purpose job,> Nova comments, already beginning her pass. <Guess we'll see what our electronic eyes can see.>
She begins the complicated job of multi-spectrum scans throughout that massive hull she's passing over. Fortunately, Jammer assists with the job, organizing the data they uncover and displaying it on the onboard MFDs. That makes her job a lot easier.
The scan is complete, though, by the time she realizes what one of her sensors is picking up. <Jackpot, all ships: This is the ship! I'm getting bio-readings that correspond to the inserted team's species makeup,> Nova comms, pulling off and marking the ship on the squadron's target-sharing system. < I don't know what crate they're in, but the job's half done! >
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jax was in the middle of scanning the ship, when the call comes across the channel. "Alright Exnine keep it up. We can't stop playing spy." THat cause the droid to continue singing the theme song. Jax responds, "This is not impossible." Then he hears a bit of info. <Alright looks like they're under the main reactor in a chamber.>
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[Karas Darkwing]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Karas was about to run his scan when they are notified they found their luggage. He grins to himself as he thinks that, this was a bit of a espionage mission which could be fun. Switching over to their tact channel, << I will keep watch as we wait for the next part of this>> he says to the others. Making sure no one else hears their conversation.
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[Elrych Cometburn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Elrych was just about to doze off as his E-Wing lumbered in smoothly towards one of the freighters. Eggsy whistled making a scan. Though, the excited voice of Moonbeam draw his blue eyes open and caused him to sit back up in the cockpit. <<"Nice Moonbeam... man, anyone tell you you got a voice you can wake up to?">> Eggsy chided him for the remark. "Relax... I know she's blushing." He did enjoy making his compatriot blush. <<"Don't blow up the reactor... got it...">> He waits for further orders, keeping in formation and minding his passive scans.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Tallie's on the case, giving the convoymaster there The Facts: one of his ships suspected of smuggling New Republic military gear, neutral ground, their mandate to maintain security, etcetera etcetera. All very official and correct - and, given Tallie's ability to be deadly serious when needed, not brooking much in the way of refusal.
<< This is highly irregular, Commander Lintra. We aren't anywhere /near/ New Republic space, nor have we been! >> But if he's going to argue further, Captain Jallix apparently thinks better of it, for after a blubbery clearing of his throat - or gill-tube, or whatever it is his people have - the convoymaster adds, << But if you feel the need, go ahead and scan our ships. We have nothing to hide. >>
And then Nova sings out with the ship in question, and Jax adds the exact location of the team. The brick of a troop shuttle that is Estwaal breaks formation to approach the transport and dock with rapid precision, as is to be expected from Republic Marines at this point. Life during wartime and all that.
Thirty minutes later, the work is well in hand. The other transports separate from the suspect ship and arrange themselves at one side while scanner teams begin going over the identified ship, the /Lady Tartol/, and its own crew is questioned by Republic officers. And, given the cinematic nature of the universe, it's about then when sensor alarms go off - a wing of ships appear from hyperspace, six First Order TIEs and a single, double-hulled TIE bomber arriving on the scene. There's no challenge or announcement of intent, just a hard push toward the transports. Something - as they say - is up.
Tallie commands all fighters to intercept. The goal, after all, is to keep the transports and the boarding shuttle safe until all noncombatants can get away and the team extracted. The battle is on!
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[Nova Korell]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Nova is, in fact, blushing. <We're on the job, Black Six,> she reminds Elrych, a hint of The Sarge's command voice penetrating the tac net, cutting through the embarrassment. <And we've got an inspection to cover. Eyes on the prize.>
The waiting for the inspection vessel, though, is almost painfully dull. Thirty minutes of maintaining a protective circle around the idling flying warehouses, sensors peeled for potential trouble without and within, and nothing happens. Even Jammer's five-minute sensor reports begin to sound a little flat and petulant.
But the inspection's only beginning when sensors pick up incoming hostiles... First Order TIEs! Seven, and the seventh is a bomber, the worst thing that could happen to these huge, fragile vessels. <Contact! Contact! Contact! Rogues, Black Six, we have incoming hostile fighters! I count six TIEs, one deluxe TIE Bomber, and they're flown by everyone's favorite monochromatic tyrants! I repeat, seven First Order contacts incoming! Targeting the bomber!>
Rogue Eleven pulls off, heading for an intercept course on the incoming fighters. Taking a high angle, Nova swoops above the TIEs, coming down for a nose-to-nose pass on the bomber. <Let's play a little barnfowl, you big bully...>
Seconds crawl by, the two manned missiles coming straight at each other. The bomber's nerve breaks first, and the larger craft veers off with barely half a klick to spare! Nova only has time for a quick shot before it's past, nailing the shields with a grazing hit. She yanks her nimbler fighter around to try for a tailing position.
Showtime!
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Then somebody sends in the Ties. "Alright it just came a bit more impossible." Jax reaches down to pull the lever to engage his S-foil. Rogue 9's wings split apart and he goes flying towards the Tie/FO escort, <I'm targeting Gamma Six.> Then he pulls the trigger as he lines up the shot and the target Tie/FO. The tie dodges his shots.
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[Tallie Lintra]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The blips on scan tell Tallie that they have company. <<"Rogue Leader, I know you see we have company. Keep the ESTWAAL safe!">>
What was a routine intelligence mission just went sideways. "Well, that's routine. It's why I didn't go into intelligence, Fiver. They always go tilt up."
A TIE swoops toward the convoy. The afterburners glow bright gold as the commander directs the T-85 to cut it off. <<"Rogue Leader on Gamma One!">> Three lasers tag the target leaving it nearly without shields and vulnerable as they peel off for another run to intercept the incoming enemy.
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[Karas Darkwing]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Karas hears the chatter, then the sensors go off informing him of the danger coming towards them. <<Alright Rogues, we got company, pair off into wingmens and let's take out these enemy fighters.>> he says into his comms. Flipping the switch to engage his S-Foils into attack position. Karas pushes the throttles up to MAX and hsi fighter takes off, moving past Rogue Leader. Rolling his fighter as incoming fighters coming at them, he fires off shots a few of them hitting Gamma 2.
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[Elrych Cometburn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
<<"Then don't mind me if I come and walk you to class, Moonbeam.">> Elrych croons to the blond Rogue Pilot over the radio, turning hard as enemy contacts finally appear and are announced. <<"This is why I like you, Moonbeam.">> He says to her, angling in on her wing as they move in to chase after the line of First Order craft. Nova peels off first before he does the same just in the opposit direction. When her bolts hit, Elrych comes in from the Crafts blind spot, hammering it with all three havy canons until it explodes. He flies through the wreckeage, his shields shimmering as the plasma and fire erupt around his snub fighter. <<"You can have that one Eleven... as long as you keep blushing.">> He sobers, <<"Black Six, Splash the Bomber, Lead.">>
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The action goes from zero to sixty megalights the moment the fighters arrive, with Tallie duelling the squadron leader and the rest tangling with the fighters and bomber. All pilots are skilled, but first blood goes to the Republic; between Nova's combat piloting and Elrych's heavy guns, the heavily shielded First Order bomber has no chance, and explodes almost as soon as it makes toward the transport. But with their heavy hitter down, the TIEs not already attacked make for the transport, pounding the unshielded bulk hauler with their laser cannon - explosions rock the ship's central section, clouds of flame and fragments of hull plating scatter into space.
<< This is Estwaal, >> a woman's voice sounds over squadron comms, tight with tension. << Get those fighters off of us! They're going to blast the transport apart with the shields down. We're almost done! >>
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[Tallie Lintra]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The squadron engages the TIES with all their customary verve, but it is not enough to keep the unshielded Transport safe. Unscathed, Rogue Leader flips the T-85 into a tight backward turn, Fiver scrolling targeting options for her as she makes a run for Epsilon One. The gods of chance are on his side as he dodges the barrage of lasers directed at him.
Frowning at the damage report that Fiver puts on her screen, Tallie replies to the Captain, <<"We roger that ESTWAAL! One bomber down, we have the others in our sights. We have your six!">>
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[Nova Korell]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
<Very nice shooting, Six...> Nova says, and has to pause to catch her breath. He's at it again!
Fortunately for her train of thought, the transmission from the search team reaches her about then. <Copy, ESTWAAL, Eleven rolling in hot! Six, I could use some backup!> she replies hastily, already turning to join the fighting around the /Lady/.
The nice thing about the First Order is that they can be so single-minded; there are definite disadvantages to growing up in a strict regimen and questioning nothing. Gamma Three only realizes she's there when a warning light blinks on their console. By then it's too late: The X-Wing's four cannons all hit home, savaging the smaller fighter!
The TIE hastily turns off, making a run for open space. Nova is already changing course to engage a different fighter. <Gamma Three is bugging out. Two left on the transport!>
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
<Rogue 9 disengaging Six and going after Five.> Jax says in response to the attacks on the shuttle. Exine beeps at Jax that he was making a mistake ignoring Gamma 6. "It'll be fine. What's the worse that can happen?" Jax responds as he dodges Gamma 6's shots then. Jax performes a tight talon roll coming in on Gamma 5's back. The X-wing firing and missing as Gamma 5 seems to have eyes in the back of his/her/Their head.
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[Karas Darkwing]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Gamma 2 was able to maneuver and get behind Rogue 2, which caused Karas to quirk up a brow. As Gamma 2 fires on Karas, he sees the shots going wide and not wanting to prolong this fight any longer, Karas closes the S-Foils and pours on the speed as he dives. This was to get Gamma 2 to speed after him. He quickly rotates the control stick and yoke and he spins the X-Wing around and as he does the S-Foils open and he fires at the TIE. Red energy lances rip into the TIE/FO destroying the fighter. Karas quickly flips his fighter around and re-engages his engines and he banks away looking for a new target.
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[Elrych Cometburn]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Elrych chuckles, breaking off from Nova in orer ot chase down one of the Other TIES. It's a cat and mouse game as they duck in between freighters. Elrych gains the upperhand a few times, lining up his shot, only for the TIE to pivot rapidly and throw off his aim. The Jedi sticks his tongue out, bitting it lightly as he concentrates, reaching out to the force for aid.
The retical goes green, he fires, but the scarlet cannon bolts zip just past the shield bubble of the TIE/Fo... "Stang!"
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Valiantly the New Republic ships defend the beleaguered transport, but with its shields down the bulk hauler's ponderous superstructure can only withstand so much. Obvious breaches open in the hull of the ship, now, and flames billow from the hull in that eerie, fluid way that happens in microgravity. << Estwaal here, >> the shuttle's pilot sounds, << We arent going to make it if that hauler goes up! Whatever you're going to do, do it now! >>
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A red ring blossoms around the ESTWAAL's icon on Tallie's readouts, telling imminent death if the squadron of NR fighters doesn't take immediate action. Satisfying as a dogfight is, Tallie knows where the mission is and switches targets. They make a run at Gamma Six, redlining the T-85's Incom FreiTek engines as she tries to make up for lost time.
The pilot jinks out from under the initial barrage and comes around to face her. One of the vertical wings glows red and begins to disintegrate, a trail of molten metal trails off of it.
<"Splash Gamma 6"> One more to go. <<"Hold on ESTWAAL!">>
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[Nova Korell]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
<Working on it, ESTWAAL...> Nova coms, frustrated. It seems like the blasted TIEs are coming in on the damaged transport from every direction, and she's only got four cannons to swat them with! Spotting another TIE pulling away after an attack run, she risks a high-deflection shot at the marauder!
Somehow the TIE manages to roll so that all four shots pass on either side of spars holding its solar panels and ion engines. Nova keeps up the pursuit, though, to give the Firster more to worry about than attacking the transport. <This one's slippery... somebody stop him before he makes another pass!>
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Jax grimaces as he does a bit of mental math. Exine in the background working furiously telling Jax not to get hit again. "You really ain't going to like this plan." Jax says reaching to retract his s-foils so that his X-wing is more maneuverable. "Look it gets too hot, you eject. I don't care." Then Jax moves to put Rogue 9 into harms way. Miri is not going to be happy.
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With the bombers taken out and hearing that Gamma's 5 and 6 were attacking the supply ships, Rogue 2 banked hard left and Karas took power from the shields and pushed it into his engines so eh could get to the enemy fighters. The T-85 screamed through the battlefield, weaving through enemy and ally fire alike, rolling his fighter through narrowing almost collisions, but as Rogue Leader take her fighter, Rogue 2 fires on 5. Red energy lances rip into Gamma 5 destroying the fighter completely. <<Splash 2, Etwall you're clear.>> he says into his comm.
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Elrych, un able to do much other than chase down Gamma 4 like he has been keeps an eye out for what the others are doing. "Come on... come on..." He notices an opening even as the target jukes, he fires, barely missing yet again. "The Force is giving me a hard time today. It's mad at me for not meditating last night... well, we'll have to fix that."
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
By all rights, they should be dead - the civilian crew of the transport, the crew of the Estwaal, the Marine inspection team and the intel team. But they arent, for two important reasons: one, the lead TIE takes the dive too hard and flubs on the pass. The other is Jax's heroic interposition of his fighter into the cannon lances of Gamma Four, who nicks his battered shields only slightly. It's more than enough to save the day.
<< Estwaal here, we are loaded and departing with the team and the transport crew. Give us cover while we detach! >>
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<<"Rogue Leader, switching targets. On One. ESTWAAL is on her last legs.">> Dodging debris from the other TIEs, Tallie takes the T-85 into a starboard roll, the G-load pressing her hard against the seat.
"Keep an eye on Jax, Fiver. He is hotdogging it again. Line us up with Gamma One.">> The target brackets flash a bright orange. Tallie unleashes all of the lasers on the TIE that dodges desperately but comes apart under their cannons. <<"Splash One. ESTWAAL we will escort you out to the hyperpoint if you are jump capable. A great fight everyone!">>
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<Good shot, Lead!> Nova calls, checking sensors. <ESTWAAL, they're down to one figher, but he's a slippery one. Suggest you take evasive action!>
Angling for a pass at the remaining TIE, Nova opens fire. She can't get a good shot on him, though, grazing the elusive Firster at best.
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[Jax Greystorm]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Rogue 9 was in for a rough round or that what Jax was expecting as he goes to assorb the shots. Exine turn to beep and squal at the Tie fighters. There's even a raspberry. "That's it?" Then Jax lets up on his throttle letting Gamma 4 blow past him. Then he pulls on the s-foil lever engaging his four blaster cannons pop open. Exine turns the cross hairs yellow as the Tie enters his cross hairs. Jax pulls the trigger and the tie explodes. < I got the last one.>
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Impressed with the squadron, <<Good job Rogues!>> Karas says as he watches the last of the enemy F/O TIEs go up in a fireball. <<Moving into escort position.>> he says as he glances around making sure everyone is ok, <<All wings call in.>> he says to everyone wanting to make sure they're all ok.
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<<"Ohhhh that was a close one, yeah?">> Elrych said, his music blaring as he had turned it up trying to concentrate on errasing Gamma Four. Someone else beat him to the punch. He looks at his scanner and notices there's no more uglies, <<"Looks like no more... we're clear.">> Thank you Knight Obvious.
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[Callax Dalso]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Clear, indeed. With the last of the Imperial craft downed or fled, the transports are safe - though the /Lady Tartol/ has seen punishing amount of damage, the returned crew are able to get it pinned down with the help of the Marine boarders and able to get out under its own power. Of course, hiding away in the equipment chests supposedly carrying scanning equipment are the members of the intel team, and it's only when the crew of the /Lady Tartol/ return to their ship, assured that they're free and clear (if very confused) do the Republic agents emerge. The day is won, if a nailbiter it was, and now the Rogues and their Black Squadron comrade can return to Chandrila with the Estwaal, which can discharge its bounty of agents and information to the Fleet.
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