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Destro pulled the Wolf Fang out of hyperspace, and looked out to the station with a surprised look on his face. Alarm klaxons sounded throughout the cockpit as he looked onto the sight before him. Shit. Before him were three, not one, not two, but three Interceptor IV frigates. He cursed loudly as Phiro and John ran forward to see what was up. They were there only a second as they scrambled to the guns. Then his master alarm spiked as he was targeted. Destro yelled over the comms.
"GO EVASIVE NOW, GO GO GO. THOMAS, COVER US WE NEED TO-"
A large explosion cut him off as a pirate fighter craft bounced off of his shields, thank the force he'd upgraded them, and slammed into a piece of debris.
"ALL FRIEGHTERS, GET YOUR CARGO IN THAT HANGAR NOW!"
The Fang went evasive as he spun, barrel rolling to try shake a couple fighters that had tried to engage him. They were too close. He knew they had an Imperial Star Destroyer backing them up, but against three frigates, and those he knew the in's and out's of. Those concussion missile launchers would ignore that destroyer's shields, and probably tear it to pieces. An X-Wing banked hard right in front of him, two fighters on it's tail. Phiro's turret twisted around, the cannons already spraying laser fire everywhere. Where the hell did all this hardware come from? Surely that many people hadn't been brought here in six years? What was on the inside waiting for them? This already was going to hell. Thomas's X-Wing pulled up behind Destro, and fired, destroying his tails as he spoke on the comms.
"Destro, there's too many of them, we need to pull back and get support!" His voice sounded with something he'd never heard from Thomas. Fear. Were they really in over their heads this time? They were about to find out. Destro spoke back, anger clearly showing through. It had to end now.
"To hell with that, we need to end this. It's now or never Thom,"
Destro banked the freighter on a hard right, trying to use the junk for cover. The Hangar was in sight, but he still needed to cover for everyone else to get inside. Making a sharp turn, he rocketed across the station, and noted that the defenses that were offline six years ago, were now online. His readings show'd full two full fledged Turbo Laser Batteries, and several smaller Laser Cannon batteries. What all had changed in six years?
"GO EVASIVE NOW, GO GO GO. THOMAS, COVER US WE NEED TO-"
A large explosion cut him off as a pirate fighter craft bounced off of his shields, thank the force he'd upgraded them, and slammed into a piece of debris.
"ALL FRIEGHTERS, GET YOUR CARGO IN THAT HANGAR NOW!"
The Fang went evasive as he spun, barrel rolling to try shake a couple fighters that had tried to engage him. They were too close. He knew they had an Imperial Star Destroyer backing them up, but against three frigates, and those he knew the in's and out's of. Those concussion missile launchers would ignore that destroyer's shields, and probably tear it to pieces. An X-Wing banked hard right in front of him, two fighters on it's tail. Phiro's turret twisted around, the cannons already spraying laser fire everywhere. Where the hell did all this hardware come from? Surely that many people hadn't been brought here in six years? What was on the inside waiting for them? This already was going to hell. Thomas's X-Wing pulled up behind Destro, and fired, destroying his tails as he spoke on the comms.
"Destro, there's too many of them, we need to pull back and get support!" His voice sounded with something he'd never heard from Thomas. Fear. Were they really in over their heads this time? They were about to find out. Destro spoke back, anger clearly showing through. It had to end now.
"To hell with that, we need to end this. It's now or never Thom,"
Destro banked the freighter on a hard right, trying to use the junk for cover. The Hangar was in sight, but he still needed to cover for everyone else to get inside. Making a sharp turn, he rocketed across the station, and noted that the defenses that were offline six years ago, were now online. His readings show'd full two full fledged Turbo Laser Batteries, and several smaller Laser Cannon batteries. What all had changed in six years?