Resistance: Convoy Defense
Resistance: Convoy Defense
OOC Date: March 6, 2018
Location: Loyalist System
Participants: Gren Delede, David Ironside, Karas Darkwing, Rey, Kirit Xiptil, Hazar Jast, and Ektor The_Resistance
The call for alert fighters went out, and Gren was waiting for the arriving pilots on the flight deck. Already strapped into the cockpit of Blue One, the Admiral's starfighter is the first out of the launch bay. <<Your astromechs
already have their jump coordinates. A supply convoy has sent a distress call from a nearby Republic system. The First Order is attacking, and we're the only help for parsecs.>> The distortion on the comm masks his enthusiasm slightly,
but he continues. <<Intel has placed the Star Destroyer Harbinger in the vicinity, so we'd best be prepared for anything>> The A-wing burns away from Renegade, and the small gravity shadow that it projects. A final glance at his
cockpit's screens...<<Blue One is ready to jump.>> He falls silent, waiting for everyone to report.
Kirit Xiptil has to wait for extra crew. Damnit. Nimble as she is, she's in the cockpit doing preflight while she waits for her gunners to hop in and strap up. Or was that.. whatever. She gets green lights and kicks the repulsors into
high, launching the unwieldy Arc 170 out into space. As soon as the craft clears the atmospheric magshield, the sublights are throttled to full as the craft arches away from the Renegade to follow the track of Delede. Her eyes
whistfully watch the vessel's thrusters in the distance. One day. One day there will be a craft both fast and heavily gunned. One day.
Ektor climbed the ladder to Gold 4 with his chinstrap still hanging loose. Launching immediately upon the seal being achieved, he clicks the comm live after verifying the course input. <<Gold Four, live. Course received, standing by to
jump.>> Steering the N-1 with one hand for a moment, he snaps his chinstrap on, belatedly.
<<Gold Leader, right behind you Blue.>> comes the reply from David as his fighter comes out of the hangar to join the A-Wing. A Star Destroyer. After the good time they'd had blowing up the Incarceration, how hard could it really be?
<<Form up, Gold Four. We're probably going to be right in the thick of things when we come out of hyperspace.
Rey's X-wing had launched in order with the others and once outside of the Renegade she was going over the last of the checklist of updates and changes that Artoo had been working on since their last flight. "Its in good shape, Artoo."
She says back to the droid behind her cockpit and he beeped affirmatively back at her.
Rey's visor-covered eyes go to the engines of the other Resistance fighters and she pulls in after them, taking up the the rear on the flight pattern. <<Silver Leader is with you.>> She reports in after the others as well, her gloved
right hand reaching over to the hyperspace lever to prepare it for their jump!
<<Red 2 standing by!>> exclaims Fearless Flint Nimbox over the radio as he moves to take position. Flint turns his head to talk to the other guys in his ship, "You boys ready to take on the First Order today?" He flies smoothly, keeping
in tight formation so as to make sure to cover his wingman.
Hazar Jast, gunner, replies to Flint with an, "Affirmative, sir. Let's blast that Star Destroyer." He's in the back of the ARC-170 facing backwards, hands held tightly to the controls of the rear medium turret, ready to waste anything
that might sneak up on them. The young soldier seems to take any excuse he can get to shoot First Order personnel, whether on the ground or in space.
<<All ships. Jump on my mark.>> Gren begins, hand dropping to the lever, and folding around the metal handle. <<3, 2, 1, MARK>> He pulls the lever, and Blue Lead jumps away in a flicker.
It isn't a long jump, as the destination is close by. The return jump is sure to take much longer to avoid being followed. When the Resistance fighters exit hyperspace, David is proven correct. A formation of three bulk freighters is
near, heading toward the gravity well at an impressively slow pace, and flashes of green laser fire indicate where First Order TIEs are strafing the friendly ships. It's a half squadron of TIE/SFs, complete with tail gunners.
<<Break and engage in pairs. We've got to cover them until they can make the jump to hyperspace.>> Delede's voice is calm over the radio, and the A-wings engines flare as it pushes ahead toward the TIEs. <<You're my wing, Silver
Lead... try to keep up>> Does he sound cocky? His targeting reticle hovers over the nearest TIE/SF, gaining a solid lock on the surprised First Order pilot. His finger tightens, and a red warhead launches with a soft shudder. It's not a
long trip before it impacts it's target, and explodes, leaving nothing but scrap and exploding ion engines behind. <<Vape one.>> He sounds pleased.
At extreme range, Kirit runs the numbers. Six torpedoes.. a crappy gunner.. might as well splash a tie now while she can control the stick. "I've got this one Jax." She tells her gunner as she lines up on a distant sensor contact. She
locks on easy enough and has a torpedo off towards her target before the strike foils have even finished locking into position. "Everyone look sharp. We've got their attention now and the Star Destroyer may just be calling this a trap
for us." So saying, her gunner now gets paranoid and starts peering into the void of space behind them. The torpedo finds its mark and detonates; leaving very little debris behind at all.
Ektor cocks his head to a curious angle. "Ten-tee, we've got a Silver wing? Yeah- yeah, I KNOW there's a Silver Leader, I just heard that- eh, forget it. It's an X-wing? Well ain't that.. special." Grinning, he flips the channel on, "I
hear you, Gold Leader. In the heavy drek, cannons hot right out the gate, let's go.>> Linking blaster cannons, but keeping torpedo tubes firing solo, Gold Four jumps in formation with the others. Keeping to Gold Leader's wing, he looses
a proton torpedo at range. A low chuckle rattling in his throat as a lock is achieved, and the blue streak tears apart one of the First Order craft in a short-lived fireball. <<Gold Four, mine's down.>>
David dips his fighter into the action as soon as the Resistance exits hyperspace. Immediately TIEs start blowing up around him as everyone lets loose with concussion missiles and proton torpedoes. "Almost seems wasteful like this,
doesn't it Ones?" he asks of his droid as he sets up a concussion missile of his own and finds a target. He waits carefully for the targeting computer to beep enough for it to be one elongated sound and lets loose on the first TIE he
selected. It explodes on impact, only briefly causing a concussion to the pilot before he never feels anything again. <<Scratch one, good job all around.>> When he passes through the explosion, he scans around for Gold 4, who's quickly
on his wing again.
Rey spends the time in hyperspace watching the swirling colors of the hyper-tunnel, she found them to be soothing toward her frayed nerves about the prospect of a fight on the other end of the tunnel. She was still new to this sort of
combat, and though she'd performed great in the outtings she'd been on so far... she didn't want to screw up!
When the beeps indicated that their trip was almost over, Rey reaches out and glances down to her controls. "Here we go, Artoo." She says to her droid companion before the hypertunnel turned into star-lines which turned into stars and
she was back in real-space with her Resistance pals. << Copy that, Sir. I'll do my best to keep up. >> She respondes to Gren before flipping her Wings open, Silver Leader going into X-position.
X-W Silver Leader zooms into combat and lines up on a TIE/sf, suddenly from the port of her fuselage a sparkling death torpedo launches and rushes out toward the enemy ship!
Hazar Jast tests an NPC's skill of 75 at a difficulty of 110. The result is successful (5).
Red 2 jumps to hyperspace in a flash and comes out the other side ready to rock. Flint instantly begins maneuvering to get a lock on one of the TIEs with his heavy munitions. Once he's got the tell tale beep that says's he's good to
fire he cuts loose with a proton torpedo that's aimed straight at the First Order vessel. After firing he's back on his Red 4's side, eagerly working with the bomber pilot to fend off the TIE/sf squadron
The young Hazar Jast sits in the back of the ARC, just waiting for someone to try slipping around to Red 2's 6 o'clock. There's a grim look on his face that nobody can see due to his facing backwards in his gunner's position. He seems
very earnest about what he's doing.
The Resistance pilots' timing is, as always, impeccable. The surviving TIE took only light damage from Flint's warhead, and it jinks and weaves, strafing a supply freighter as it heads toward the nearest starfighter, Blue Leader. The
speedy A-wing is forced to roll, evading incoming fire while his own laser cannons bark and spit, lighting up the First Order starfighter. It's not dead, but it's shields are down, and it's crippled. The pilot seems to be re-thinking
his decision to charge the freedom fighters' fighters, at this point. <<Another cakewalk. Freighters, this is Admiral Delede of the Resistance. You'll be free to jump in no-time. Just keep on course, with our best wish...>> His voice
trails off, as the alarms go off in his cockpit.
A dagger-shaped warship appears in-system with a flicker. It doesn't transmit threats. It merely begins to off-load fighters at a rapid pace, almost as soon as it's transitioned to subspace, a full dozen TIE fighters are visible on
sensors. Another half-dozen larger blips corresponding with TIE Bombers are visible as well, though they are significantly slower. It's about to be a real scrap.
Kirit Xiptil is well known for leaving the glory to others. Rather than finish off the remaining Tie fighter, she pulls hard on the stick and angles for an intercept course. "Tobin, if you want to try your luck at that Tie, feel free."
Tobin, naturally, pulls the trigger and sprays and prays. Not that he hits anything. Kirit is too busy lining up the guns on an incoming eyeball. It's silhouette is quite familiar to her and she paints it with heavy cannon. It's a
merciful kill. The bolts of hot plasma burn right through the cockpit. "Save your torps for the heavies Jax."
Ektor switches fire control to the N-1's linked blaster cannons, now that the formation of Resistance starfighters have leapt in among the shattered wreckage of the First Order formation. "Ten-tee, gimme status on the freighters; any of
them bad off, yet?" Then the Star Destroyer arrives in-system. <<Gold Four, moving to intercept.>> He scatters a sprinkling of blaster cannon fire at the incoming squadron, but it's more of a deterrent, his grey fighter dodging without
difficulty through the charging enemies, an eye on the distant bombers. <<Gold Four to Gold Leader, we dancing here or driving for the bombers?>>
<<Bombers when they get in range, focus on the quick boys now though.>> Dave replies curtly as he focuses on drilling an airhole in one of the oncoming TIEs. He squeezes the trigger twice in rapid succession, doing just that. Only
there's no air in space and the pilot is sucked out of his seat just when the TIE explodes behind him. <<Scratch that one. Beware of that Destroyer, Gold 4. It'll tear us apart if we get careless.>> comes his sage advice from being shot
up by turbolasers last time around.
With the arrival of the Star Destroyer, Rey's eyes get a little larger behind the visor of her helmet. The First Order was sure showing off its power lately... how many of thoe ships did they even have? She looked at her scopes to check
the name of it, was it the Finalizer? Did it have Leia onboard it..? Was the 'monster' here?
No, it wasn't the Finalizer... Rey breathed a sigh and focused on the fight.
Rey's X-wing does a spin as she rolls it to the starboard and then comes into a direct assault on the TIE Fighters come at THEM. She starts unloading with her finger squezed on the flight-yoke, her X-wing's cannons lighting up at the
TIE directly in front of her!
Her shots land across its shields/hull until it is torn up and goes spinning out of control, screaming like a dying TIE-animal!
Flint stays on his wing bug's wing, doing what he can to keep in formation even as he flies to evade incoming lasers. As he dodges he attempts to give Hazar a chance to shoot something while still maintaining his position, a precarious
sort of flying. Soon, though, Flint's got a TIE in his sights and he opens up with his ship's medium laser cannons, dinging one of the TIE fighters.
Hazar, on the other hand, is shooting quite well. His aft laser cannons lighting up one of the passing TIE fighters, doing a number on that vessel and blowing it completely up! The young sergeant exclaims loudly, "Bagged an eyeball!"
Then he asks, "That's what you pilots say, right?"
The Resistance starfighters find themselves facing heavy odds as they attempt to intercept the TIE bombers moving into warhead range on the three friendly bulk freighters. The squadron of TIEs escorting the half-dozen bombers do not
appear to be scrubs, either. They have taken losses, but are still putting out accurate fire as they break and engage Rebel targets.
Delede's shields flicker, and then burn out, sparks filling the cockpit as the defensive bubble burns out. He took heavy fire as he was attempting to maintain a target lock on the lead bomber. He doesn't break off his attack run,
though. Relying on speed and agility to pass through the fighter screen. A concussion missile exits his craft, and speeds into the double-hulled bomber, causing secondary explosions that leave it shredded. <<Blue Lead...shields down,
but scratch one dupe.>>
Red 4 is a blazing death machine. Which is to say there are three accurate gunners involved. As Zip twists the large craft in ways that it shouldn't be able to do, Jax keeps his targetting computer true and launches a blue streak
towards an incoming dupe. Red cannonfire spits fury and paints another tie bomber with fire even as his tail gunner wings a Tie/in as it passes their rear. "Excellent work everyone. Let's keep it up."
Ektor chuckles through smiling teeth at David's warning. <<Gotta risk the claws to get the goods, sir. I'm through the fighter screen, making for the bombers, now.>> Switching to torpedoes, he paints the lead bomber with a targeting
lock. He grits teeth as laser blasts rock his shields. He holds the targeting lock, throughout, throwing auxiliary power to rear shields as he streaks toward the enemy bombers. <<Gold Four, my ass shields are shot, bit of hull damage.
Torpedo away.>> Promptly rolling hard in an effort to spoil the aim of his pursuers, he barely notices as the torpedo impacts an enemy bomber. "Now get my shields back up!" he barks at his droid, scanning the sensors for the bearings of
his tormentors, dodging blindly until he gains it.
<<Don't fire the torpedos unless you're absolutely sure you got a killshot, Gold 4. We don't have an endless supply of them, and we might need to take that Destroyer down yet.>> Dave calls into the comms before finding himself facing
one of the bombers. Letting loose with the blaster cannons, Gold Leader shreds up the hull of the bomber pod, causing it to smoke and spark wildly. <<Coming around on that one, focus fire on another bomber Gold 4.>> comes the order as
David starts circling around. As he's going for another shot, he's suddenly dinged by a stray laser blast. "Ones, give me a status report on the shields, fix them up if you can." The display shows his shields are up, but barely.
"That's.. oddly fortunate." notes Dave as he comes back around, locating the unfortunate TIE Bomber he'd been targeting.
Rey can hear her wingman's calls of losing shields over the comms and she swings her ship hard to port while cutting throttle back, brining the pointed nose of the X-wing spinning around!
The throttle is thrust forward once more and the pink/red engines of the starfighter flare to full once more! <<I'm on him, Blue Leader>> Rey's young voice chimes in over the comms. She angles her fighter in a way to get the enemies
chasing Gren into her sights, they're zipping around him like flies on a dead body!
When she gets a solid lock, Rey unleashes with her lasers once again!
"Yeah, Jast, that's exactly..." And then Red 2 is nailed by some laser fire and he's forced to concentrate on holding things together. <<This is Red 2, we're taking fire! Shields are down!>> But Flint's ARC is still in the fight! If
anything, this man is not a quitter. He whips his vehicle around, striving to stay in formation with Red 4, until he gets his sights locked on one of the First Order ships. Pressing the trigger on his control stick he sends forth bolts
to hopefully slay his enemy, a burst of fire smacking into it's target while another blows past it.
In the back of Red 2 Hazar Jast keeps doing his thing, firing those turret guns at anything with the gall to be behind his ship. Take that, First Order scum! Hazar blasts the TIE into pieces and lets out a woop, "That's two eyeballs!
Man, fighter battles are neat!"
Well teh damnedest thing happened, Gold 3 broke down and was taken out of hyperspace, and during that time him and his astromech had to do some quick repairs, and it sucked. Still after a bit he is able to get the ship functioning, bad
motivator. He fires up his ship and jumps back into hyperspace, not long after, <<Gold 3 reporting in>> he says as he drops out of hyperspace into a giant furbal.
COming in Karas is lit up like a Christmas tree, "Krif!!!" he cusses as he rolls and tries to dodge, but his shields are dropped and his ship takes a bad hit. "Spark start repairing the damage and get the shields up!" he calls to his
droid.
The supply convoy finds itself under warhead attack by the surviving four bombers as they enter launch range. The blue torpedos streak into the slow, unwieldy civilian craft...and the damage is heavy. Two of them lose shields entirely,
and take hull damage, while the third's shields hold, but it's a near run thing.
The TIE fighters continue to swarm the Resistance fighters, green laser cannons pumping fire into the furball from all angles, as the nimble dodge and dancing, setting up shots.
<<Thanks, Silver!>> Gren calls over the comms, his right hand snaking into an access panel, and trying to manually bypass circuits while not getting shot out of the sky. There's a flash, and his shields come up. And then come down
immediately as another salvo of fire slams into his A-wing. <<Piss.>> He fires a concussion missile at the last minute, trying to take out a bomber, but...it detotonates early, and merely further cripples the wounded target.
The Arc is a BIG fighter. In a wild furball like this one, it's hard to keep track of all of the sensor contacts. Kirit manages to keep her craft unscathed by flying way too close to a dupe and buzzing the pilot only to squeeze off a
quick burst at her prior target. It sheers a solar foil but the craft is still in the fight..even if his control panel is now lit up like a life day tree. A torpedo flies out towards the ether. "Jax, at this range you'll have to wing
it. Turn off the computer and use your reticle. I'll try to line you up."
<< I hear you, Gold Leader, coming around,>> Ektor answers, <<But tell me you aren't thinking or tangling with a Star Destroyer?>> One problem at a time, the grey N-1 darts back in at the next bomber, blaster cannons blazing in between
the irregular jukes he throws in an effort to foul the aim of his pursuer. A warble from T10 informs him of Karas' arrival. <<Alright, Gold Three- OH DREK, Gold Three!>> No time for dwelling on it, Ektor is still firing, diving in to
finish off the TIE bomber that was trying to escape Kirit's ARC. <<One more bomber down,>> he growls.
David grumbles as his droid is unable to raise the shields higher. "Keep trying, Ones." That bomber is getting real close.. closer.. still Dave holds off on shooting. Until he's right behind the Bomber, at which point he mercilessly
drives a double blaster shot through the cockpit. When the TIE debris disperses, David addresses the astromech again. "Take the wheel for a sec, gonna try something." Reaching under the dash he finds a plug he can stick in his datapad.
"Reroute.. launcher.. to shields. Confirm." The ship does nothing for the longest five seconds ever, then begins to hum as the shields wash over the canopy. Letting go of the datapad, Dave nods. "That did it, let's find another thing to
shoot." Into the comms he says, <<Let's hope we don't have to tangle with a Destroyer just yet. We'll need all the firepower we can muster when we go for the General.>>
Dave isn't barely done speaking into his comms when his shields are once again rocked, the slight blue hue disappearing entirely now. "So. That fix didn't last. Everything okay back there?" A couple of beeps indicate that the droid is
indeed still active, so that's good at least.
This was certainly the most intense battle that Rey had seen since she'd decided to try her hand at the Resistance starfighter life! Gren's A-wing was a clearly tastey target to these TIE fighters too because they were just all over him
and it was her job to get rid of them!
"One more shot... come on." Rey mutters to herself while her T-65 X-wing continues to try to prove its worth in this modern era of the galaxy's newest war. When her targeting reticles light up, Rey squeeazes on the trigger again to
unleash more red rebel death upon the First Order's fighter she'd already tagged previously!
Despite Flint's best attempts his fighter is getting shot to pieces. One of his S-Foils ends up completely blown off and he's suddenly struggling to keep his bird aloft. <<I'm gonna have to bail, guys, I'm hit too bad. Don't think
there's anything more I can do here.>> Red 2 turns around to try to get distance so it can jump to hyperspace. As he prepares for it Flint looks behind him at the co-pilot only to find him slumped forward in his seat, not breathing.
As the ARC turns around Hazar starts shooting again, trying his best to cover the wounded vehicle's retreat, "Take that, you nerf herders!"
Gold 3 which is trailing smoke along the tail of his fighter, he is able to avoid the incoming fire. <<I'm good, stay on task, I will help where I can.>> he says into his comm. Karas has control of his fighter and is able to line up and
bank hard left to catch one of the TIEs and he fires on it. He grins as it blows up, <<Splash one.>> he says into his comm. "Spark hurry up work on those repairs." he calls to his droi.
<<Nice shooting, Silver Lead!>> Gren's voice is loud over the comms, but he can't help but notice that there is still an eyeball on is six. He squints at his targeting computer, makes a slight course correction while trying to mantain a
firing solution on his the bomber that he's been hunting. He flips a tab on his control stick, and his laser cannons swivel to face behind the interceptor. They spit a salvo into the aft arc, spearing the trailing TIE neatly through the
cockpit, and then finish the rotation just in time to light up the damaged dupe that he's been hunting. It tumbles through space, coming apart at the spots its hull has been welded. <<Scrach two. Let's finish this up before that
Destroyer gets more birds in the air, people>>
Slow is as slow does. Kirit slips in between the last two Tie bombers, slipping the Tie that was chasing her as it veers away to avoid a friendly collision. Her rear gunner sends a parting shot its way and puts a few holes in the solar
foils. Meanwhile, Kirit is trying to keep her reticle on target at nearly zero range. Heavy cannon fire poke holes in the fuselage but don't hit anything critical. Naturally, her gunner pulls the trigger at the wrong instant and the
torpedo sails out under the dupe before her.
Ektor weaves his carbon-scored grey N-1, dodging the green bolts of the TIEs and muttering through his teeth, "Come on, come on, come on..." Down to one dupe. Again, the Red Squadron ARC lays punishing fire down on the New Order craft,
and again as it seeks to escape, the bomber moves into Ektors range. Blaster cannons unload on the target, utterly annihilating the already battered craft. Abruptly cutting engines and firing his thrusters, in a maneuver the mechanics
won't thank him for, Gold Four also manages a cockpit hit on the damaged fighter that had been chasing him, as it screams past. <<Last bomber down, repeat last bomber down. And one more.>> Off comms, he shouts at the wreckage, Kriff you
in the right nostril!
David resettles himself in his seat, comfortable for a starfighter. That's Naboo priorities for you. His right hand falling on the control stick to his right, he receives Ektor's message and replies <<Good job, Gold 4. Now form up on my
wing so we can mop up the rest of these bucketheads.>> "And uh.. R2.. see if you can repair the shield generator at all. Might be the difference between life and giving the engineers more work. They're already looking at me funny."
Scanning around, his targeting computer finally picks up on a pair of TIEs, both on the other's wing. "Those'll do.." Dave mutters to himself. He hits the thrusters, blasting one he catches completely by surprise from above. Must've
been the grey belly of the N-1, they're clearly looking for yellow fighters. Circling around for the single remaining TIE of the two, he manages to do moderate damage to that fighter, sending it careening on away from him. His lock
still live, David gives chase.
Rey sends the TIE Fighter she was chasing off in a cloud of smouldering slag and fire being extinguished by the vacuum of space. She has a passing moment of mourning for the pilot that had been inside the vessel, but her goal was
clearly elsewhere as she spins her fighter around.
"Hows that engine holding up now, Artoo?" The droid behind her makes a beeping noise, then draws back its monitoring tool it was using. Silver Leader has been in-service for a long time, and it spend the last handful of years underneath
an ocean... it has some quirks. Sometimes the systems read 100% across the board and other times they dip down and declare immediate maintenance is needed!
"Good to h--." Rey says back to the droid when he gives the all clear on the pesky starboard upper engine. A TIE Fighter sweeps past Silver Leader's nose and the 'danger sense' of it lights up bright inside her mind!
Rey slams on the trigger of her X-wing and sends out a barrage of fire! The first TIE fighter is torn to shreds as it sweeps in front of her and the second turns right into her only to be ripped apart in another blaze of red rebel
energy!
"Wow." Rey says as her ship soars through the TIE Fighters' wreckage, Artoon whistling appreciatively at the pilot's shots!
Karas is quick on the sticks as he rolls his fighter and diving as he comes around. Still trailing smoke, Karas pilots his fighter expertly to line up behind one of the TIES. He fires his shot and green laser bolts cleave through the
fighter, destroying it as the others take out the others.
The freighters, damaged and scorched have made it to the edge of the gravity well. <<You saved us, and I won't forget it. I'll spread the word, when I can. Keep up fighting the good fight, Resistance pilots!>> The woman who is likely a
freighter Captain is more than a little thankful...but her message is brief. The ships flicker into hyperspace.
The Star Destroyer continues to crawl toward the Resistance fighters, and the wreckage of the battle....and more sensor contacts indicate further fighter launches.
<<We're clear...well, clear enough. Good flying everyone. Return to base via route Omega. We'll meet for debrief when we're on the deck.>> Gren's voice crackles over the comms, and his A-wing looping around, and heading for the edge of
the system at cruising speed. You can bet that he won't be jumping until everyone is safely away. <<Congratulations to the Cadet on making ace, and Flight Officer 3rd, for that matter.>>
