Log:Rogue Squadron: Fire in The Deep

Rogue Squadron responds to a distress signal from a convoy making their way to Naboo.

OOC Date: July 27, 2020
Location: Space Between Naboo and Enarc.
Participants: Rogue Squadron: Poe Dameron, Jax Greystorm, Jessika Pava, Kare Kun, Tallissan Lintra, David Ironside, Nova Korell, Karas Darkwing, Crash Tommas, and Elrych Cometburn

The Space between Enarc and Naboo was small in the cosmic sense. While Naboo was a transition point onto other larger trade routes, Enarc was a bastion as the endpoint of the Triellus Trade Route. Many convoys ran through this area of space, especially Republic GR-75s carrying a host of supplies needed for one of the major New Republic Worlds, Naboo.

Rogue Squadron was on a routine patrol in the Alui Sector, doing what they did best, keeping Pirates off the convoys that Republic worlds so desperatly needed. A distress beacon went out around hour 14 of their 24 hour rotation, likely rising half the squadron from their slumber inside their cockpits... or Meditation in the case of those who could use the Force.

Smooth Jizz music played softly in Elrych's cockpit, his eyes slowly fluttering open as the alarm comes through. <<Ah... Ah guys... Convoy 115701 out of Drik is blasting an NR distress beacon...">>

The Order given to respond, the Squadron jumps into hyperspace, being ripped from it only moments later as they stumble upon an assortment of GR-75's (10) under attack from a full squadron of Ugly's and a very interesting Bulk Strike Cruiser: The Booty Full. Bristling with Tubo lasers, Ion cannons, and tractor beams to pull in their catch.

<<"Holy cow, that thing has to have 30 Turbolasers on it at least.">> Elrych mentions, flying a more nimble E-Wing today instead of the normal X-Wing. His excuse? He just wanted to play with the toys command gave him. <<"This makes no sense... what pulled them and us out of Hyperspace?">> There lacked any other freighter that could be carrying an interdiction field... yet there was a gravity well here...

<<"Rogue Leader here, everyone check in and give me scans of the area. This IS odd, and we don't want more ships traveling the lane to drop out on top of us. Find what's causing this, and form up on me.">> The X-Wing containing Poe Dameron opened its s-foils, and the protective barrier of its glimmering shield came to life. BB-8, in its socket, ducks down slightly, warbling concern for their current situation. Poe reaches forward flipping a switch, then to the side before engaging impulse engines to move ahead toward the danger.

Rogue Nine was pulled out of hyperspace with the rest of Rogue Squadron. The T-85 forming up with the rest of the flight. <Rogue 9, reporting in.> Jax says as he opened the s-foils of the X-wing. <Going Weapon's hot.> The S-foils lock into attack position. The Corellian's adjusting his controls. Exine complaining about Jax messing with his settings. "I know buddy, but it's my preferences when I fly. WHen you fly you get to set the preferences." The R2 unit raspberring at him and then lets out a whistle as it brings up the 'The Booty Full' on the main readout of the screen. "Yeah I know, there's a Pirate besides Ektor that's cleaver. Listen you heard the boss man, lets see if we can the gravity shadow. Call out if the sensors are detecting anything hinky that could be causing this." < I hear you, Pretty Boy. I got my R2 looking.>

Being ripped from hyperspace and into the abyss of space sets off all sorts of warning bells in Major Jessika Pava's head. Dropping her gaze through the yellow tinted visor of her Tierfon Yellow Aces flight helmet, her thumb reaches up to bump the castle switch on her flight stick through the leather glove encasing it. The display goes from armaments readouts to sensors. Not content with her naked eyes trying to spot the cause, Jessika avoids broadcasting to the rest of Rogue Squadron while she has a chat with her astromech. "Ailee, scan that cruiser for interdiction bubbles. Tell me if it's giving off fake gravity wells." It's the first culprit she suspects for their abrupt departure from lightspeed, and may explain the convoy's problem.

<"Rogue Three, checking in. Rogue Leader, I'm scanning that cruiser for interdiction signals."> She's off the net just after that. Left hand pushing forward on the throttle, the fusial engines of her starfighter flare in the cold dark and begin maneuvering her forward. She adjusts her vector to aim it at the cruiser itself, giving Ailee all the support she needs with the craft's sensor suite. While her astromech works, Jessika surveys the battle at hand and turns her thought process to what might work most in a counter attack.

The Ace Pilot with Dusky Skin watched the stars outside her window. In the background, a soft feminine voice was recanting an Alderaanian tale - the history of the former planet as well as its transformation at the beginning of New Alderaan. The pilot was deep in thought while trying to learn more about the planet - her interest in the planetary's background something new. She glances down to the console, pulled from her thoughts as the comms come in. She reaches down, looking up as the other ships blast into Hyperspace - following. Her fingers gliding over the consoles to shut down the informational packet.

As the Starfighter shifts into hyperspace and they begin making their way towards their target, "Hey Rev.. Go ahead and begin full scans as soon as we get into the sector, I want to know why.. Wait.. What the he..." Kare quickly reaches for the stick as the Rogue 6 is ripped from hyperspace back into Normal - able to steady it.

<<"This is Rogue Six.. We'll begin scans as well.. I'm right behind you.">> She steadies the ship.

"Rev.. I want a location for that Gravity well, and I want it now."

<<"Rogue 8, reporting to your wing, Seven.">> David comms, hitting the release of the s-foils as soon as the ship flings out of hyperspace. The second move he makes is to full-blast the engines, trying to close distance with Tallie's X-Wing before he gets isolated. It's genuinely second nature to the pilot. Two X-Wings flying in unison will be a better deterrent than a whole bunch flying solo. <<"Booty Full. Heh.">> he adds, when the ID reports come in. <<"Performing full range scan, if they had an Interdictor cruiser we'd see it, right?">>

<Drik again... I'm starting to think somebody doesn't like them very much,> Nova muses, maneuvering to stay in patrol formation. <Rogue Eleven, forming up for the jump.> It's a short jump... far shorter than it should be. And the surroundings when she emerges with the rest of the squadron don't look friendly. <Locking S-Foils into attack position... looks like we've found our Drikish convoy, at least. Only, what's attacking them? Those fighters look like rejects from a junkyard!> Downjump static is interfering with her sensors; apparently the dampening system is lagging a bit. Jammer blats irritably, unable to establish a link with the other ships. <Got some kind of interdiction field... /way/ too big to be an Interdictor Cruiser. Something's not right here...>

<<Rogue 2 reporting in.>> Karas calls in. Letting go of his control stick and throttle, he stretches within his cockpit, "Spark scan the area please and relay the data to the rest of the squadron." The R2 astromech droid does as asked and feeds the data back to the others. Resting his hands on the control stick and throttle, he hears the chatter.

<<Alright, list to the CO and XO of your wings.>> he calls to the squadron. He did used to hold the rank of Captain in the Resistance but those days are long gone now.

One moment he was groovin' along. Singing to the tunes in his cockpit. And the next the X-Wing... yes, the X-Wing. Crash downgraded for this op... kicking and screaming, well and singing and buttocks-dancing in his seat. But he emerges in realspace. Why is he late? Well it may have something to do with the training obstacle course he and R2-C4 were on when he got the call.

When it boils down to it, he's not super duper late, is he?

"Demo. Get out shields up and since you're here with me, help me figure out the -best- way to explode as many designated enemy craft as we can... yes buddy, as a team." he says into his pickup as the Astromech begins whirling, warbling, and tooting in excited joy even as Crash keys on his squadron-comm, "Rogue Twelve, late, but still here."

In the cockpit, he jams the throttle forward as far as it'll go. "C'mon, faster.. faster." he mutters.

The GR-75's are being peppered by Ion fire from what appear to by Y-ceptors, mashed together Y-wings and TIE Interceptors. Their shields seems to be holding currently, but the Booty Full was charging up her 10 Ion Batteries for an assult on the cargo transports. Those transports were doing their best to chug their way away from the cruiser and the interdiction field... to escape to hyperspace but those Y'ceptors were on their butts!

Poe increases speed, angling after the fighters for this run. <<"What's the damage people? Anything good on the scanners?">> Poe engages, his shots going around Gamma One. Turns out the squadron lead was an ace pilot, and he came to do work today! "Woah, this guy's pretty good. Hold on back there!" Poe braces a hand to the side as he takes the yoke to one side, diving after Gamma One with squinting eyes.

Exine starts scrolling data back about an Interdiction field. "Yeah color me surprised there. The question is where is it coming from? I'm not seeing andything with a gravity generator." Jax says cycling through signals. <Rogue Nine here, all my sensors showing is a gravity well just not where it's coming from. I know what you mean, Moonbeam. Maybe the New Republic got a special going on our services. Get 10 rescues from Rogue Squadron and the next one's free.>

As Rogue Squadron goes flying into the screen manuever suggested by Nova. Exine brings up Gamma Squadron's design, "Die-wings? Oh... Y-ties. I'm sorry I missed the Designation of one type of Ugly. Please tell me you weren't the astromech on a Y-tie before you belonged to me?" Jax says targeting Gamma Two and the ship explodes. <<"I don't know but this is weird. They got some crazy Gravity tech and Uglies. Don't make sense.">>

Her sensor returns and Ailee's study of the space surrounding the cruiser, focused and tight band versus a wide, general scan, return the presence of an interdiction well, but Jessika is not able to determine anything more than that. "Is it the cruiser?" There are readings that don't quite make sense, but the engineer and electronics specialist is incapable of discerning them beyond their existence. Ailee beeps a non-committal response that does nothing to solve it. Suspicions confirmed, Jessika abstains from announcing it. There's too little information to convey, and rather than try to crack the problem, she instead diverts vector towards where the enemy fighters are busy swarming over the transports trying to deliver goods along the hyperspace route.

"What are these things?" Closer up, Jessika can see they're spliced together machines. It's an immediate case of her mind wandering to a certain Tionese pilot. "Ailee, give me shots of a couple of those." If nothing else, having images to reference later might help them determine more about what they're up against for the future. Her thumb bumps the castle switch again, changing her view to the multi-purpose color display from sensor readings. Following Rogue Leader in, Jessika toggles her snubfighter's s-foils into attack position and begins to angle up on the craft for a lead that'll give her a firing solution on her helmet moutned cueing system. Once the reticle is over the hostile, her finger squeezes, and bright lances of red spit from the tips of her craft's wings.

One alone dissolves the shielding of the hostile, while the other punches through it's cobbled-together fuselage and marks it with carbon scoring.

"What the.. Hell..." Kare watches the scans, perplexed. Her frown definitively set, "Rev, Confirm these scans and then prepare to transmit to the rest of Rogue Squadron and the Convoy." She reaches over, moving the X-foils into attack position, and punching the speeds into the combat zones. Her head leaning back, she reaches over to click the comms.

<<"Pretty Boy, No Joy.. I'm sure you're seeing what I am. It looks like they are able to somehow create small pockets of gravity well. I suggest we transmit to the convoy and then pave the road until they are clear.">>

Before Poe can even answer, she gives the order, "..Rev, transmit to the Convoy - try to give them a faster way out of this mess.." Her eyes look up at the battle, and then back at the scans. A soft shake and growl, as she pushes forward and the X-wing does a twist and she heads straight for one of the bubbles, "If they can create gravity wells where ever they want - this wont be worth anything.." Her eyes go over the information.

"Rev... Have Electronic Counter Counter Measures at almost max. Make it as hard as hell to see us."

The Burners charge forward as the X-wing stays out of the fight for the moment but probably getting close enough to make an appetizing target she is sure. She clicks on the comms, <<"Rogue Squadron - Rogue Six. This is.. Strange. I don't know I've ever seen this before. They are mines that.. are transmitting Gravity Interdiction Fields. The computer is telling me this is Hapan Technology and it's ... Not cheap. They're either loaded or are being backed by a government. Be Careful, there's no way they can afford this and not have other surprises..">>

She leans back and pulls on the joystick, turning and aiming to get into the battle.

"Now.. Back to the fun part.." A slight smirk.

Disgruntled and uncharacteristically impatient, "Fiver, /what/ pulled us out of hyper? Are you sure about the fields being that dispursed?" Fiver and Tallie go at one another for a few heated moments before she reports over coms, <"Rogue Leader, this is Rogue Seven. Getting scattered readings for the gravity wells. Small ones, like mines. Are those Hapan?">

Coming in range of the fighters, she opens the S-foils into attack positions, pushes the throttle and barrels in. "Goddess, those things are well named," she mutters to herself as the targeting brackets bring one dead center. four laser cannons turn the Ugly into a maelstrom of red, <"Splash Gamma Four. Coming around.">

<<"Zombies.">> David comms simply. <<"Functioning bits of scrapped fighters welded together into something.. unnatural.">> he decides. Uglies. Ugh. Just raid a shipyard, have some respect for yourselves, pirates. <<"Going after your target's wingman, Seven.">> he tells Tallie, following her into the engagement for a while before breaking off suddenly while opening fire. It's a streak of red shooting from the X-Wing towards the cobbled together abominations (because yes, that's what they are), though not a single shot manages to find solid ground on a TIE-Wing. <<"Going back in for another run, open to different instructions if necessary.">> the pilot comms. If anyone requires assistance, David is there to offer it, kill counts be damned.

<Copy that, No-Joy... expensive toys.> The wicked grin on Nova's face can be heard in her voice. <And you know how much I like breaking the bad guys' expensive things... rolling in hot on the forward edge of this minefield! Maybe we can shink it enough for the transports to get clear!> Rogue Eleven dives, making a beeline for the foremost mine in the transports' wake. A burst of crimson energy turns the mine into an expanding gas cloud. A glance at sensors tells the tale: The idea is working, slowly but surely. <Rogues, the field is shrinking! We can clear enough for them to escape!>

Arrowing in... Crash remembers at the last moment, "Oh right. S-Foils. Stupid X-Wings." he mutters as he heaves the lever to put them into attack position. THe moment they are ready, he snaps a four shot burst towards a target near Tallie before angling in on her wing... a bit behind and to the left. <<Rogue Seven. Twelve on your wing.>> he says as he looks at the readout from the R2 unit, "What do you mean hapan pulse whatchamacallits? Target the fighters Demo. Help me explode them." he mutters.

<<I'm about to punch in the clock.>> he says as he gets the information from Kare, <<Copy that Rogue 6. Rogue Leader going to take on the Y-Uglies. Goign to keep them from targeting Rogue 6.>> Karas calls out as he flips the switch to engage his S-Foils and at the same time he pushes the throttle to MAX as his T-85 streaks off towards the enemy fighters.

The furball starts and he weaves through laser bolts until he gets a lock. A small smile spreads on his face, as Karas pulls the trigger and watches as the red energy lances destroy the ugly. <<Splash 1.>> he calls back. Listening to the chatter, <<Somoene should go with Rogue 6 to clear those mines.......Sorry Rogue Leader and Rogue 7, this is your show, my apologies.>> he says.

Elrych is quick in that E-wing of his, and so are the others in their X-Wings. Four fighters out af 12 Rogue rips through in the first volley with only a minor shield hit to Tallie in return. It's a devistating strike. The Interdiction field starts to shrink as Nova blows up one of the Mines but it's still too big for the GR-75's to escape. They're now under direct Ion fire from the Booty Full. They hit, mostly, but they're not heavy Ions and each turret gunner is aiming at a seperate target. THe Y-ceptors were more important than they looked.

From the hanger of the Booty Full, another 12 Uglies launch. They turn, lumbering towards the fight. Strike Cruisers had a lot of hanger space and were a formidable vessel and the captain was no slouch or Green officer. They wanted their prize.

<<"Priority targets go for the mines. Keep the baddies on us for now, but we need to get our friends OUTTA HERE! Follow me in, let's open the gate!">> Poe says, his voice intense as he avoids certain death from a fighter that's sticking to his tail. <<"Friendly craft, this is General Dameron of the New Republic. Punch in your coordinates to jump, and GET EVERY ENGINEER ON YOUR SHIP repairing your shields! We've got a lotta heat here, and the best we can do is get you outta here!">>

Rogue Leader moves after the mines, spinning after each shot. He smashes three, adding to the one Nova's destroyed on her run. "Still alive back there, buddy?" --<<"Hapan or no, we've got to destroy these things. We're getting swarmed here.">>

<No Joy, this is Rogue 9, Did you say Hapan tech? Please Repeat. This convoy is from Dirk. The King of Dirk is Hapan. This may be some spy slag. Court intrigue. > Exine wails at Jax about one of the Gammas on his tail. Jax is just flying and coming up for in a bank manuever. During the turn he shakes the Y-tie. "See. Y-tie. Don't ask me who would pay so much for expensive tech and hires uglies. The math on this doesn't add up."

As Orders come down, Jax changes course slightly to target one of the mines pulling the trigger and destroying a mine. "Hey keep an eye out on those Uglies." Exine quips at Jax, "Yeah I'm worried about them, I figure the rest of the squadron isn't putting pressure on them. If you're not going to help me keep an eye out. Come up with a quicker way to clear these things."

Obtaining solid scores against the hostile target doesn't make Jessika complacent. The craft begins to jink, and Jessika does, too, right as Ailee warns her of an approaching hostile on her six. Jessika changes plane, nosing up while maintaing her turn so that she doesn't lose any rate but isn't in the same position that a stitch of cannon fire bursts through half a second later. The hostile craft in front of her reverses on its turn and Jessika follows, using the greater maneuverability of her interceptor starfighter to come out ahead in the fight again. Ailee feeds her intelligence from the field at the same time, and in the confines of her helmet, Jessika garners the details of the interdiction field they're dealing with. Smart, but..

She doesn't have time to worry about it. While getting rid of the smaller gravity generators will help the ships escape, there will be no ships to escape unless they start thinning the herd. Maintaing her lead curve, Jessika doesn't allow herself to be baited by the fake sharp turns her target is using to lure her in to overshooting. It's a ballet of hand on throttle and hand on stick, with each adjusted based on distance and trying to get the prime firing solution she needs to eliminate what's in front of her. She never lets herself get too close. Too close is too chaotic. Too fast. There's a sweet spot, and she tries to ride it, looking for the shot. Or would, if it wasn't for the fact that Ailee is warbling in her ear to announce the launch of a second squadron of the uglies. "Another?!"

Her MPCD indicates there's a total of sixteen craft on the field now. With information on the gravity wells and the potential for the cruiser to get in range, Jessika doesn't like those odds. Peeling off, she banks for the mines after turning her craft inverted from its current position and dumping her nose. The turn puts her on vector for the stationary targets keeping their friendlies from jumping out of a bad situation. The line-up is too easy in this instance. Jessika doesn't hesitate the second her reticle is on target, and a spatter of laser cannon fire destroys one of the mines. "Record as much data on these as you can, Ailee." Set and leave interdiction mines are bad, bad business she doesn't like thinking of the applications for.

Kare watches the battle happening as Rogue Squadron engages the enemy. Her eyes then going to the Convoy that can't protect itself nearly as well. She frowns and growls, <<"You got the right Idea.. Rogue Squadron - Moon Beam and I will...">> An eyebrow raises after Poe's comment, <<"Scratch Last......">> A brief pause and soft mumble, "Welcome to the Party.." Her eyes go down at her controls and taps a few buttons, "Rev.. Cut Engines in 3...2... " As the engines stop, the Ace Pilot activates the ACS - allowing the X-Wing to flip around easily - now facing the Convoy and the mine field. Her fingers glide over a few buttons, and the cut engines scream to life - propelling the ship forward.

BWOOP..BWOOP The Tactical systems light up as an incoming attack nearly catches her off gaurd. She quickly does a spin - it going in between the X-foils.

As Rev screams in the background at the fact that Kare can never actually cleanly dodge an attack and its always to close she curtly responds to him, "If you don't shut up back there, I will pull this X-wing over!"

She ducks and dodges between the Convoy - trying to come infront of it. The woman biting her lower lip,

"Rev.. Triangulate the mines and see if we can get them a whole."

As Rev advises her he is having trouble, she grumbles to herself and her fingers come down to begin picking off the mines.

<<"Rogue Leader - If we can get a pattern on the mines, we might not have to destroy all of them for the Convoy to get out.">> She looks down to hear Jax and responds, <<Rogue 9 - Rogue 6, No Joy. Roger. We're dealing with Hapan Tech...">>

One of the sensor screens shows a dense swarm of targets exiting the cruiser. Fiver be-deeps wanting to focus on the incoming Uglies.

"No, no, I said no. What is it with you today, Fiver? Mines, first. Let the GR-75s get the hell out of Naboo then we talk Uglies. And repair. Repair!"

Changing vector to target the mines brings them in high over the targets, Tallie talks to the droid. "First priority. Give me those mines."

Laser cannons lance red hitting the three targets, one after the other, leaving a spreading cloud of debris.

<"Copy that Rogue Leader, another three dispatched. Going for Uglies this next go around if we get enough of them down.">

Okay good... Crash nods his head and then glances at his sensors, "Okay. Firing retros now." he says as the rest of the squadron charges forward to attack the mines.

R2-C4 warbles in a blend of curiosity and fear as he does so. "Yes. I'm trying to get them to come closer."

Another warble, "Yep. I -want- them to shoot at us."

A pause before the R2 unit begins spitting and hissing like an angry dialup modem.

Crash grins then and nods his head, "Exactly Demo. Now.. we're waggling at'em, keepin'em off the squadron while they go after the mines. Relax... it'll be fine!" he calls out as his fighter falls back from the squadron on their sensors, <<Got your six.>> he says over comms...

<<Prioritizing Mines over the Y-Uglies. Make sure you all designate the enemy fighters as Y-Uglies.>> he says as Spark does as Karas says. Enemy fighters have been re-designated. Breaking from the engagement with the enemy fighters and with a few flick of switches, Karas shifts power from shields to his engines so that he could also get into position of the mines.

"Spark from our position, find me multiple targets that I can hit from our location or close in quickly to assist." he says to his astromech. Spark tootles at Karas, a laugh escapes him, "I know been a while since I been on my real game huh." he laughs. After a moment three targets are locked on by the X-Wings HUD targeting system. Firing rapid burst laser fire strikes three targets, <<"I think that is a bit late, we nearly have this mine field cleared.">> he calls into this comms. "Actually have them move in on our path they should be able to get out this way and we can come back around and take on the Uglies to buy them the time the ships need." he pauses. "Just a suggestion."

<<"Going for the mines.">> David replies in mid-maneuver. He'd been trying not to get shot, and the pilot manages successfully. Firing once to check the effect gravity wells would have on his weaponry, he adds more shots once he'd demonstrated to himself the effect, taking out one mine. <<"We're clearing them!">> he comms, noticing a definite reduction in the amount of mines tagged to his computers. <<"Going in for more of them.">>

<Way ahead of ya, Lead,> Nova coms, swerving out of the path of a Y-Ceptor's clumsy attack pass and turning her guns on another mine. A quad-burst shrinks the false gravity field even more, adding a little to the shrinkage the squadron is inflicting. <We're breaking a lot of expensive toys tonight. Bet the purser on that ship's cursing us to the abyss and back!> She tunes an ear to the com, watching another mine explode under other X-Wing guns. <There can't be many more of them. And guest list is growing again. I read another squadron of Y-Ceptors coming our way...>

The only one who traded off with an Ugly this time was Elrych, the slower Y-ceptor managing to maneuver around his heavy cannon fire. The Booty Full unleashes another volly of Ions, blue bolts splashing hard against the shields of 2 of the straggling GR-75's. Repors over comms indicate shields were starting to decrease with the concentrated fire. As Rogue Squadron all but destroyed the Pulse-gravity Interdiction Mines, the convoy was now moving into gravit free space which would give them the ability to jump. The Ivids wanted /something/ out of this excursion. Maybe they'd have it. The fresh Squadron was now upon the convoy and Rogues.

<<"Copy, Commander. Let's come about and remind these pilot who they're fighting!">>

Poe angles his craft back around, happening upon the ace in Gamma Leader. Passing them by with a precision shot where four cannons land leave the Y-ceptor combusting. Poe's close fly-by sees the explosion expand and he pivots angling up, from his perspective at least.

<<"Wipe them out, Rogues!">>

As the convoy starts to move out and Rogue Squadron returns to the fight. Jax watching one of the remaining Gammas go flying past him and missing him. "It's not like I'm even using counter measures." Jax says as he flies toward Theta Squadron. His receptical comes up on Theta 1. He pulls the trigger and the Tie-interceptor monstrosity dies in fire. "Well lets see how they do without a Squad lead." He then opens the channel for the Rogues, <The King of Dirk also runs his own squad of Elite Merc pilots called Yellow Squadron. This may have been a trap for him and we sprung it.>

The sweep of snubfighters through the interdiction mines leave all but a few destroyed and with the enemy craft trailing and failing to land any meaningful damage to Rogue Squadron. Jessika's already turning her X-Wing side on side and banking. A quick disability of the intertial dampers allows her to swing the tail end of her snubfighter out wider and turn her nose in sharp with adjustments from the maneuverability thrusters. In one simple swing of the fighter along the horizontal plane, Jessika brings the front of her craft head-on with an approaching hostile. The targeting reticle squares over the pursuant craft and her targeting computer has it dead-center. As the X-Wing drifts back and starts to propel forward, Jessika exhales softly and squeezes her trigger.

All four shots from the quartet of destruction unleashed by the tips of her craft's laser cannons hammer the hostile. It's shields pop like a hot needle against a bubble, and the rest disintegrate its center fuselage. Jessika doubts the pilot has any time to register a reaction other than knowing their demise, because all three shots pierce through critical components and cause the craft to explode from within. It's a bright, brief moment. A spark that lasts as long as the pilot's relative life in the grand scheme of the cosmos. Then it's gone, snuffed out in the darkness of space. <"Rogue Three, splash one."> Calm. Collected. Jessika blitzes for another hostile in the fight, with Ailee reminding her of the current fight climate in her ear.

"BOOM.." Her hand comes up and down in a Victorious movement. Her eyes go up to see the white streaks of Ion Canon come down and begin absolutely devestating one of the vessels. The woman of wheat colored hair licks her lips in thought, eyes going over to the Tactical console to pull up information on the Larger Vessel. Her eyes going through the read outs, "Rev... How well do you think the X-wing can take an Ion Blast?" She shakes her head, and reaches over to the other console - tapping at the information database for GR-75's. Her breathing starting to get a bit more shallow.

"Kare.." She speaks to herself, "What are you doing.. This.. is absolutely idiotic. You're in an X-wing.." She looks up to the console above her and reaches up, flicking a switch. Suddenly the Rogue 6's State of the art Tactical system designed to mask the ship and make it harder to hit goes down.

"This is a really stupid mistake.. You know those things can vaporize right.." She mumbles softly to herself and turns her head to talk to Rev, "Rev.. Pull us down from Combat Speed.. I want to be just three ticks below the slowest Transport..." She doesn't go after any of the other Squadrons.. She pulls her vessel up with in the Convoy. If someone was insane, they might think she was pulling into their formation.

She looks down at the reverse Camera angle - seeing the larger ship. A slow breath.

"Rev, reverse the intercooler mix and disable the Transponder... In 3...2....1...."

With it's Tactical ECCM system down, moving at about the speed of a transport, the vessel in formation, and the the Friend or Foe Transponder apparently just going dead to be replaced with a simple ping.. One might mistake the X-wing for something it's not..

Okay, now that he drew fire onto himself long enough for the rest of the squadron to get thos emines out of the way, Crash says, "Okay Demo.. NOW! Shield work and I'll shoot these guys in your name!" he exclaims as he presses forward on the right footpedal and twists the control stick.

He whips that X-Wing around in a manner that such fighters are not designed to do in their maneuvers.

His lasers are firing already as he whips around, spattering off of enemy shields before one shot impacts the hull... then his thrusters all fire as he accelerates back to attack speed.

The three mines Karas fired upon detonated and he streaks past them and banking to the right in a tight turn and he throws in a barrel roll, why? Just because that's the type of pilot he is. <<Copy that Rogue Leader, vectoring off towards one of our slower convoy ships to cover it.>> he says into his comms.

As Rogue 2 makes it's way towards the slower of the convoy ships, the T-85s engine trails flare up red as he pushes powers into them. One of the Y-Uglies comes in towards him going for a head to head. A smiles plays along his lips as Karas makes small adjustments but not slowing down at all. "Sorry you had a try, my turn." he says as he begins fireing and three of his shots connect destroying the Gamma Ugly. <<Splach 2. Anyone need help?>> he calls as he angles in towards another of the Uglies.

<<"We copy that Rogue Leader. This is Rogue 7, re-targeting on incoming Uglies.">> Behind her, Fiver ducks out of sight, hunkering down for shield repair. Veering to port to avoid laser fire from two of the Y-ceptors, Tallie jinks and drops out from under crossfire from two of the Uglies likely targeting them for having taken out mines on the last run.

Hanging upside-down relative to the target, Tallie unleashes all cannons on the unlucky Ugly. Three lasers connect, putting another of the fighters swarming on them out of the fight. "Fiver, it looks like Rogue Eight took a hit. Priority tracking on him." <<"Splash Gamma 9">>

David veers around back into the dogfights, his eye on the tracking systems as he flies towards a group. "Oh great, more of those crimes against design." he mutters to himself, noting the arrival of Theta Squadron. <<"Be advised, there's a bunch more of them in play.">> he comms, when Kare's blip vanishes. "What the.." <<"Rogue Six, everything okay out there? Systems say you're off the map.">> he urges, worriedly. The momentary distraction throws Rogue Eight off its path, and as such the attack David had planned peters out into nothingness. The void, even.

<Copy, Lead, reminding them who they're dealing with,> Nova replies, turning hard and dodging another Y-Ceptor volley. Seeing Crash out there with his fan club, she points the T-85's nose that way. <Private party, Crash? Or can anyone dance?> Without waiting for an answer, she picks an Ugly that's just turning to reengage Twelve, and gives it a most unpleasant surprise. The pilot barely has time to turn head-to-head when her quad-linked lasers smash through the nose and into the fuel cells. The starfield briefly gains a new glow. Nova pulls into position to intercept another Y-Ceptor. <That's one off your back, Crash! Come to course two-mark-six and I'll pick up your other tail.> There's a sudden change on her sensor screen; Jammer whistles that Rogue Six's signature is gone! <No-Joy? Do you copy? Can anybody see Rogue Six?>

Thanks to Kare and her quick thinking, only five of the Ion's actually manage to fire on any of the straggling freighters before they Zip away into Hyperspace. Making herself a target seemed to draw fire, but at what expense as cannon fire from both the cruiser and the raminaing elements of gamma and theta squadron rip away her T-85's shields and bring her very close to being dead in the water keeping her Squadron here in the fight until she repaired. Thankfully, she was an Ace Pilot with years of experiance, avoiding that desaterous situation by the skin of her teeth. Poor Elrych on the other hand is still chasing around the Gamma he's been trying to shoot down for three whole minutes now, the crazy walts music blaring in his cockpit.

As soon as the bounty disappears, the Seething Captain Riisolo sends the order to recall what was left of his Fight Screen. The turn and start to head back towards the cruiser, still open targets if the Rogues wishes to persue for now.

Poe's attention to what's going on narrows when Kare's IFF goes cold and the pilots from the squadron call out for Rogue Six. Poe can hear his own heart beat while for a few moments believing that yet another from the old guard has fallen. Bordering upon rage and despair, Poe carelessly engages the afterburners of his craft and makes for the last known location of Kare Kun.

Wordless, focused, the angry ace blasts through poor Gamma Eleven who was just trying to follow orders and fall back. What artifacts of their craft remain go ablaze, its explosion spreading when Rogue Leader passes by it at max speed. Bee-Bee-Eight warbles a worried sound, but Poe doesn't answer his buddy. "Where are you, Kare?" He mumbles, switching from port to starboard, and back again.

It was a melee and knife fight, Jax was engaging with Theta 7 when the fighter turn and run. Jax opens fire on the ship and misses. It's at that moment Exine calls out 'They're retreating Moron.' Jax lets out a breath, "Oh... Okay. Lets put some distance between us and them." When all the com chatter starts going on about Kare. The Corellian reaches out to find her in the force but she's out of his range. "I hope you're alright, No Joy."

Despite overwhelming odds, Rogue Squadron's arrival has turned the tide of the battle. The friendly craft have slipped away and left nothing but warfare remaining. Jessika turns into it with the rest of her squadron members. After destroying one of the hostile craft, two come after her. Revenge? Maybe a last hurrah. It doesn't matter. She goes for the merge, speeding straight towards both of them while jinking to the left and right, determined to keep their targeting computers working on trying to light her up. They blitz past one another, shots coming close enough to her snubfighter that the inside of her cockpit is lit up with the frozen tibanna gas streaking by. Jessika pulls the same trick as last time by cutting her engines suddenly and yanking the fighter along its vertical axis. The quad shots that follow erase another shield and treat another of the horrible amalgamations to visible carbon scoring.

"Yes, Rev.. This is extremely stupid and could get both of us killed.. but it could be worse.." Pause, "You could be Jessica's droid.." This Joke gets what ever soft chuckle a droid can do and then the passive tactical scanners light up. Her eyes going to the reverse cameras as she can see an entire Air Wing come for her, and what appears to be the larger vessel aiming for her. A deep breath, "Come and Get me, Pirate Scum."

Ten Seconds Later

BWOOOOM... BWOOM.. Emergency lights and alarms go crazy as the X-wing attempts to duck and weave at speeds much slower than the enemies following her. Rev screams in the background as red lasers of death slice across her vessel - the shields taking a heavy bruising. Her eyes going down to the read outs to watch as they hit Zero and the ship tumbles forward.

The dusky-skinned pilot is barely able to course correct, bringing the vessel down and along the edges of one of the transports. She.. somehow is able to survive the onslaught - pulling up and bringing it in to clear range. Her eyes going down to the system to show positive target locks from the big vessel of death. She quickly reaches up and hits the engines - the ship responding as the vessel bursts to life and moves back into combat speed. She arcs up and and does a loop-de-loop with the X-wing, and then a twist - easily dodging the first to attacks of the Ion Cannon.

"Rev.. Get the shields back online.. I think we missed the.." After the Tactical Systems restore an beep to life.. An Alarm springs up. Kare looks straight up as the ordinance comes straight at the ship with no way to dodge.

"Brace For Impact.." She brings her hand infront of her on the console to steady herself..

"Mother Fu..."

The Ship is engulfed in pure white light, the X-wing not being able to be seen at all. What could be considered beautiful as the X-wing's armor absorbs most of the damage.

There is blackness for a moment as the X-wing quite literally is thrown backwards in the way of the hit. Kare is able to gain control, but the systems were now buggy as hell. Her Transponder now on - Kare moves the ship into a better defensive position, not taking any chances just yet, "Rev, get the shields back on"

<<"Rogue Squadron.. Rogue 6.. I'm beat to hell - but I took shots meant for the transports.. I'm pulling back for repairs - I'll be back in shortly.">>

Kare turns to look, seeing all the transports getting away. She exhales her head leaning back, damn.. That was close.

<<Rogue Six? Rogue Leader, do you have any word on Rogue Six?>> Tallie's voice crackles over coms. "Fiver scan for her last position we can't leave her in this fix." On her displays showing a general sweep of the quadrant, the Y-ceptors have increased their distance, away from the fight, not getting any joy from the skirmish.

There is no answer for much too long. The cockpit feels cold, Tallie hooks a finger into the white scarf at her neck, an unconscious gesture then she grins in pure relief at hearing Kare's voice over coms.

<<"Good to hear you, Rogue Six. We're pulling back, Rogue Leader.">>

<Looks like they're breaking off. Does anybody see Rogue Six?> Nova coms, turning back towards the spot where the GR-75s were last seen. "Jammer, can you pull up Kare's last known position? Just before she vanished?"

The droid warbles and whirs, and after a second displays a ghost-blip on the sensor screen. "Thanks, buddy. On my way!"

Watching Poe scream by heading more-or-less in the same direction, she rolls and adjusts course, taking a slightly different approach. No point in risking a collision out here. "Nothing... wait. What's that sparking? On that neutral blip?"

Just then the 'blip' begins to move. <Six! No-Joy... Great Maker, don't /ever/ scare me like that again! Here, forming on your wing. If something happens, at least I can go for help.> Eleven pulls up next to the shaky Six, taking up an escort position.

<<Probably smart, Seven. Where -were- you just now?">> David comms, forming back up on Tallie's X-Wing. <<"If they're fleeing, report to local New Republic cap ships, they'll likely be back and we won't be around.">> he adds, pulling the s-foils together again. He keeps on escort duty until such a time as the Rogues all jump into hyperspace.

<<Rogue Leader, I'm on your wing.>> Karas calls. He too didn't hear anything back from Kare at all. "Spark, try to pick up her transponder and pick up her last coordinates to last known location." he says to his droid.

Rogue 2 quickly begins chasing after their leader, he's known Poe for too damn long to know that he isn't going to leave his friend to handle something dangerous. <<Rogue Leader transmitting data to Kare's last known position.>> he says over the the comms. After seeing where Rogue Leader is going, he forms up on his wing.

Out of the 24 'Ugly' y-ceptors fielded by the Booty Full, only 13 return to the hanger. Two of them will need severe retrofitting and work done to them. Each craft rockets into the hanger, docking before any more Rogues can get to them.

Elrych brings his E-Wing to a halt, right there in the dead of space. He sits there for a moment, eyesing the Booty Full. Then, switching over to the twin proton torpeado launches on the escourt craft, he lines up the retical down range towards the turning Strike Cruiser. "Yeah... you better run." The tubes glow a bright blue before two Torpedos race towards the cruise. They're aimed higgh though, explosing just above the Cruisers top shielding bubble. It was like a rabbid akk dog barking towards a perons incrotching on their territory.

Only moments after that 'warning shot' did the Booty Full zip into hyperspace... leaving nothing but the Rogues and Debries behind.