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"Tisa, hold on back there!!"
"Shut up and focus!"
Triter gritted his teeth, the knuckles beneath his fur white on the controls as he guided his ship toward the open muzzle of the giant cannon. Sensors were already giving a map of the interior topography, and what he saw made his guts squirm. It was going to be tight inside, barely any room to maneuver; there would be just enough space to turn around and get out.
This is impossible! No way even starfighters could get in and out of this!
For all his skill, Triter was beginning to realize just how over-matched he was by the situation. He was Ossein, he was Jazaq, but there was no way he was up to this.
His hands were trembling on the controls, he realized.
No, not now, not ever!!
The Amaran closed his eyes, and his hands relaxed. Somewhere, he had learned the Jedi code, and though he had never cared for it, he agreed that the Force was not merely a tool, but an ally. With it, he could accomplish what he could never do alone.
Triter had never truly studied the Force, he had no time for it. But somehow, he knew what he had to do. His skill, he knew, was leading people; his mentor, Captain Hasperre, had recognized it in him early on. But Triter could do more than simply lead...
He reached out with the Force, and sought the minds of those in the ships around him...
His eyes snapped open, and he spoke.
"All craft, listen up! We're not going to have much room in there, so here's the plan! We'll fly all the way down into the guts of the cannon, but we're not shooting anything on the way in! Get to the back, turn your ship around, and start your run on the way back out! We don't want to have to deal with extra debris during our escape!"
Several other ships followed Triter's ship into the cannon, one of which was a YG-300 light freighter. It was a brave pilot who would take such a ship into the guts of a Sith dreadnaught, but Triter was confident that their skill matched their ambition. Through the Force, the Amaran poured confidence and unity into the other pilot, and into all the other pilots around him...
The cannon barrel was enormous, but still seemed confining to the ships that roared down its length into the depths of the massive weapon. Triter made note of targets on the way in; focusing field generators, power couplings, the like.
At last, the flight of ships emerged into a relatively open space. Triter blinked, looking around at the huge space, lined with titanic machinery.
It was the beating heart of the ship, and of its massive weapon.
"Tisa! Give me targets here, what looks important?"
Behind him, Triter's Rodian co-pilot scanned her instruments, suckered fingertips dancing over controls. Eventually, she responded.
"There's the main reactor core, but that's shielded! We don't have the firepower to deal with it..." Her head-stalks raised in surprise. "But... the energy converters for the firing assembly aren't! Take those out and this cannon will never fire again!"
Triter grinned ferally.
"Mark 'em! Transmit to all ships, focus firepower on those converters!"
"Aye, Outlaw Leader!"
Triter began to key on his targeting computer, but stopped. At this range, there was no point.
"Attention all ships, hit the energy converter assembly my co-pilot just marked, then thrash void for open space! Hit anything that looks important on the way out!"
[Note: Triter is applying battle meditation to everyone involved in the cannon run.]
"Shut up and focus!"
Triter gritted his teeth, the knuckles beneath his fur white on the controls as he guided his ship toward the open muzzle of the giant cannon. Sensors were already giving a map of the interior topography, and what he saw made his guts squirm. It was going to be tight inside, barely any room to maneuver; there would be just enough space to turn around and get out.
This is impossible! No way even starfighters could get in and out of this!
For all his skill, Triter was beginning to realize just how over-matched he was by the situation. He was Ossein, he was Jazaq, but there was no way he was up to this.
His hands were trembling on the controls, he realized.
No, not now, not ever!!
The Amaran closed his eyes, and his hands relaxed. Somewhere, he had learned the Jedi code, and though he had never cared for it, he agreed that the Force was not merely a tool, but an ally. With it, he could accomplish what he could never do alone.
Triter had never truly studied the Force, he had no time for it. But somehow, he knew what he had to do. His skill, he knew, was leading people; his mentor, Captain Hasperre, had recognized it in him early on. But Triter could do more than simply lead...
He reached out with the Force, and sought the minds of those in the ships around him...
His eyes snapped open, and he spoke.
Several other ships followed Triter's ship into the cannon, one of which was a YG-300 light freighter. It was a brave pilot who would take such a ship into the guts of a Sith dreadnaught, but Triter was confident that their skill matched their ambition. Through the Force, the Amaran poured confidence and unity into the other pilot, and into all the other pilots around him...
The cannon barrel was enormous, but still seemed confining to the ships that roared down its length into the depths of the massive weapon. Triter made note of targets on the way in; focusing field generators, power couplings, the like.
At last, the flight of ships emerged into a relatively open space. Triter blinked, looking around at the huge space, lined with titanic machinery.
It was the beating heart of the ship, and of its massive weapon.
"Tisa! Give me targets here, what looks important?"
Behind him, Triter's Rodian co-pilot scanned her instruments, suckered fingertips dancing over controls. Eventually, she responded.
"There's the main reactor core, but that's shielded! We don't have the firepower to deal with it..." Her head-stalks raised in surprise. "But... the energy converters for the firing assembly aren't! Take those out and this cannon will never fire again!"
Triter grinned ferally.
"Mark 'em! Transmit to all ships, focus firepower on those converters!"
"Aye, Outlaw Leader!"
Triter began to key on his targeting computer, but stopped. At this range, there was no point.
"Attention all ships, hit the energy converter assembly my co-pilot just marked, then thrash void for open space! Hit anything that looks important on the way out!"
[Note: Triter is applying battle meditation to everyone involved in the cannon run.]
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