Thaw Them Out

[Proleptic]

The ship jolted as the feet crunched into the layers of ice and snow on the surface of the planet. Jemma powered down the engines, and that was all there was to power down. They had slipped the ship past the security with all non-essential systems being cut off, meaning all but life support and engines. Jemma stepped up from her seat, stretching her restless limbs and shaking blood into her hands and feet. The nerve-racking part was over now. Should anything go sour, reinforcements were awaiting a simple call.

Jemma turned to the occupants of the ship, smiling at them as they began to stir. "All right you guys. Let's get in, and out. This shouldn't take long. Just in and out!" Jemma said. She was fully decked out in her standard armor, and wearing all her normal weapons on her suit. She was ready to go with all the gadgets and gizmos that she would need for the day's events, explosives included. She was just glad that she had a nicely heated suit for the weather. It was well-documented that Ilum was a frozen wasteland. Jemma was fine with cold, but this was just ridiculous.

The crystal caves were something she had always wanted to see, and having just discovered her force-sensitivity, it was even more interesting to her. She was at first quite upset, as she had never been a terribly huge fan of force users, whether Jedi or Sith, but she was accepting it as just another tool in her ensemble. She was planning on nabbing a crystal, because what force user doesn't need a lightsaber of their own creation, right?

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Q'san sat with in his re-kitted armor, lined with thick fur underneath the plating, and a Tauntaun hide cloak, that kept everything, at least, Luke warm. Underneath his whitened out ensemble, was his typical two Quadanium/Cortosis Scimitars, at his sides, and his modular bandoleer which housed two fragmentation grenades, two flashbangs, and two MZ-99 Smack Down Grenades, and two more of the MZ-99s on a wrist holster.

On this belt as well were two lightsabers, typically displayed for show, but also served a purpose, when the situation called for it. One was a curved hilted saber, powered by a red Kyber crystal. The other was a hilt of simple design, but was flared near the bottom half that allowed for powerful strikes. He'd often employ one or both against Force Users in melee. In regards to firepower, he carries with him his Harlaw Heavy Carbine, a CMBP-12 Blaster pistol, and his WL-29 Sniper Rifle, fitted with a thermal and infrared enabled scope. Underneath his cloak was a satchel of compact plastic explosives with a primer synchronized to his armor's arm pad.

The Echani sat behind the female Mandalorian, with his helmet on his knee, still reeling over his younger brother's death. He regretted having never met him, and the guilt of not being there for his family... his old family's youngest.

"I was 14, could I have really escaped and made it back to them?" there was a pause in his thoughts, where he could hear some of what his partner was saying, only to zone back out again, "They never sent anyone for me. I wasn't important to them. Kriffhounds, the lot of them!"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, in and out." he said, before gathering his weapons as they began landing.

 

[Richie B.]

Brand general to the Jedi army of light, was on Illum in the listening post that he recently learned existed as he went though many pieces of information that the listening post obtained. Was it mostly junk, yes, was it still a important thing to do? Yes. Did it still suck he was working many nights and days listening to the back noises of the galaxy trying to obtain some piece of information that can be useful to the war effort? Yes. Was it a necessary task that he was doing? Yes. Sadly the general couldn't really avoid this as much as he wanted, so there little reason he could come up to escape this work, despite having done so in the past with the help of some redeemed Sith. But it seemed the force got another thing to throw at him as the scanners had picked up a ship flying though the atmosphere than landing on the world.

It was surprising to seel a ship was flying into their air space, somehow managing to escape the notice of the fleet orbiting the world. How this happened was unknown but the ship seemed to power itself off, and thankfully they had its last known coordinates, whoever it was wasn't Jedi and that meant they were trespassing Jedi space. Illum was the sacred world to the Jedi and they only had allowed only a hand full of people to even come to the world, everyone else that did would soon find the Jedi breathing down their necks.

"Get my Starfighter ready, we are going to meet these fools." Brand said loud and proud, and began running off to the hangar of the listening post, thankfully his clothes were nice and thick to provide some warmth as he ran into the Starfighter.

Brand was wearing thick blue robes covering most of his body, thermal gloves and boots to keep his extremities from freezing off. The ship that the general was taking was a new addition to their forces the Brambleback-class gunboat. Thankfully with a droid co-pilot the general would be capable of using everything the ship had against the intruders, despite the Jedi not liking violence this was a holy world and one where anyone that enters has to be considered hostile for the protection of the younglings and kyber crystals that they may seek. Turning on the Ray shields to make sure that whatever happened the ship wouldn't get knocked out of the sky until it did its job.

So entering the ship and strapping himself in he zoomed off towards the last known point where the ship landed, opening up his communication to talk with any Jedi in the area that might also be responding.

"Any Jedi in the area we do not know whoever landed on the world, so going to ask them to leave. I am going in and would appreciate any back up, general out." Brand could only hope that other Jedi were preparing to join in on this just as he was.

The crazy part of all this was, since the trespassers had tried to keep quiet they might have been able to get past the fleet and what not, but the listening post of Illum had much more powerful scanners and other do hickeys that was specially design to gather information and scan for things. An with that it was able to pick up the engines of the ship as it was flying to the ground.

The gunboat wouldn't take that long to fly to the spot where the ship had landed seeing a YG-300 the general was convince that whoever it was, were not Jedi. The only thing of value though on the planet was younglings and kyber crystals something that would get them lots of credits but sadly for them the Jedi were super protective over said crystals and letting the loud speakers carry his voice to the people below the general spoke clearly and with force. Not to mention very protective over younglings so like a mother bear seeing a random animal near her young the general came with the gunboat over them several meters away.

"Alright I am going to say this once, get back into your ship and leave or I will be force to make you." Brand had signaled to the M-series droid to start to heat up the guns just in case things got hot.

@Jinan B

 

[Jinan B]

It was only a week after Braedon had first arrived on Ilum, a week since the higher ups among the Jedi had decided that it would be acceptable for him to be granted access to the most sacred world of the Jedi. So it was that when the man heard Brand call out that there was an unidentified party attempting to land on the planet, there was a brief moment where the Thrysian wondered if he was somehow the cause of it.

A foolish thought, perhaps, but one that he moved to the back of his mind as he made his way after the Jedi General towards the hangers of the Listening Post. He climbed into the Brambleback alongside his superior, and looking over the turrets that were a part of the ship, just in case they became needed before too long. The fact that he was unable to fly himself was a cause of no small amount of frustration to the young man, and it was definitely something that he would have to fix sooner or later.

There were really only four possibilities for a ship unaligned with the Jedi to land on Ilum. The people who had arrived were either here to steal the crystals that were native to the world, or perhaps attack one of the groups of Jedi present directly. The more benign option were that this was the only available planet to land on as a result of a damaged ship. The least plausible explanation was that this was some kind of colonizing activity. Considering that all Braedon could see was a single freighter at the landing site he seriously doubted that that was the case, even if it would be seriously interesting if it was.

The Thrysian couldn't see the inhabitants of the ship themselves. Perhaps they were hiding within the YG-300, perhaps they were simply blending into the frozen waste that was Ilum. Either way he was sure that they would hear the General speak through the speakers of their ship, be they a meter of a mile away from the two Jedi. The man hoped that the intruders were only here due to unforeseen circumstances on their behalf, but even if that was the case there was an uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he waited for a response to Brand's message.

 

[Kaane]

Cal yawned as she was awoken from her little power nap by that sickeningly sweet voice she had come to know and 'love.' She had no idea why she agreed to help with Jem's training in the Force. Probably something to do with the incessant nattering about it and how she apparently owed the woman something for her ass getting saved during the garrison job a few weeks back. Regardless, the Trandoshan knew she'd regret it before long. At the very least Q'san was on this mission. She might have failed Hal, but no such harm would come to his brother. It was her undying commitment to him. Even if she was a snake in the grass and a scummy assassin, she kept her word.

"Here we go..." she muttered as she practically fell onto the ground after slipping out of her makeshift hammock she had made at the back end of the cockpit, groaning as the sound of Mandalorian iron clattered against the metal floor. Somehow she had managed to fall asleep in almost her entire set of armor, sans the helmet that almost got crushed from her descent. It had been a long night with booze involved, and her head was still aching.

"Gimme a sec, coming," she managed to slur tiredly as she dusted herself off and made sure her normal array of weaponry was on her person. She had to find her lightsaber literally stuck through a beer can (unsurprisingly, she had no memory of what led to that even happening), but otherwise, she had her pistols in their holsters, her AR ready to be slung across her back, and the payload of explosives she had been assigned equally ready to be clipped to her belt. With a slap or two to the face, she was finally in decent shape enough to follow her comrades out the door, and hopefully make sure that any damned Jedi that showed up didn't kill either of em.

Speak of the devil. Some jerk was assaulting her ears with an extraordinarily whiny command telling them to happily kriff off of Jedi property. Though her short-term memory was still fried, she could definitely remember that voice from anywhere in the galaxy.

That fucking Jedi on Onderon. Son of a bitch.

Perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to do, and her assassin's instinct definitely cringed as her emotions got the better of her. But she wasn't going to let this guy ruin any plan she had again.

Proudly goose-stepping down the ramp, with her comrades already near enough to the exit to be able to maneuver safely, Cal fastened her helmet after he was sure he got a good look at her face.

"HEY JACKASS!" she yelled authoritatively. "IT AIN'T POLITE TO CUT OFF A LADY WHEN SHE'S SPEAKING!"

 

[Dawyn]

Ilum. A cold world, yet one where the fire of the Jedi's lightsabers lay. It seemed like eons had passed since he had stepped foot upon it with Evanova, yet it had only been a decade ago when he had constructed his first lightsaber. When he had left the planet he had been a student, and now, returning, he was a master. He felt ancient and he had not even hit thirty.

Maybe it’s a good thing I’ve come to this godforsaken world to train Yva a little bit before we go on a serious mission. All this ice, snow, and the utter lack of a decent bar or agreeable company does not leave a lot of room for distractions, only introspection and focus.

Maksem blanched slightly at that last thought, before he sighed softly. Sometimes one had to take bitter medicine if they wanted to survive, and he had a reason to now. Very few of his fellow Jedi would be capable of training Yva properly if he died.

They had just arrived in the central hangar of the Ilum outpost with their RG-5 Starfighters, gifts from the Drayen family on Dubrillon, who had been grateful to him for his assistance in their ongoing civil war. He hated nobility, but he was not above taking their money or gifts when it suited him. He knew how to spend it far better than they did anyway, and he felt that he and his Padawan needed fighters that both give and take a pounding if needed.

Just as he was about to exit his starfighter, he heard General Brand’s blaring announcement across the Jedi frequency he had been instructed to tune into by the fleet upon arrival.

“Spast…” He muttered to himself, before opening up a commlink with his Padawan. “Yva, it looks like we might have a problem here. I’m going to go check it out. Stay here or follow me as you see fit, if the latter, stay close to me and make sure to keep your shields and weapons powered up.”

Turning the starfighter around and making sure all systems were go, he sped off in the location of direction of the General, locking on to his signature. He wasted no time activating his ship’s ray shields and powering up the weapons to full as he cruised over to his fellow Jedi-while it might be seen as overly aggressive and provocative, he would rather be both than dead. He arrived shortly after the former gave his speech, hovering his ship a little bit behind and to the right of the gunboat so as to not get in its way, or have it get in his in the event he needed to maneuver. He adjusted the aiming reticles of his laser cannons and concussion missiles to the ship’s engines, fully prepared to light them up if they were not friendly.

( @Orbis if you want to join in my Padawan!)

 

[Orbis]

This world was cold. Even within her ship's cockpit, Yvannia shivered just by looking at the icey expanse beneath her. This was definitely not the sort of place she'd wish to come on a vacation. If anything, it made her new master's drinking habits start to seem quite appealing. Yet there she was, halfway across the galaxy on this frigid planet just to train. She couldn't wait to get this over with and get back to somewhere more warm.

What is there to be learnt from a place like this, anyway? How to not freeze to death? What a waste of time...

Receiving the call for assistance, however, had quickly changed her outlook from one of boredom to one of utmost excitement and eagerness. Suddenly, what had seemed like just a boring mission to mediate and try her hardest to not freeze was transformed into a full-blown mission, and she couldn't help but to revel in this change of pace. This was something new, something genuinely interesting, something outside the norm. Something fun, perhaps, or at the very least, something intriguing.

"Understood, Maks. I'll follow behind you, so be sure to not go too slowly," Yvannia grins as she spools her own ship's engines back up, turning it around to follow her master as she spins up the vessel's shields and weapons spinning up. Was it wrong for her to find this so terribly exciting, this sudden change of pace? She didn't think so, and she certainly wasn't about to sit it out.

 

[Sam Kryze]

"Mother Fu-"

Sam stopped himself short, not finishing the statement, one many of the other members of the bridge crew could finish for Sam. He'd been on the edge of Ilum's system, less than a minute by jump, monitoring the situation. He was certain the listening post had been able to see him out here, though he had yet to be accosted by any Jedi ships - likely because the vast majority of their fighting fleet was above Lothal. The ship was running on low power, most of its unnecessary systems powered down. Most power was going to engines, the navicomputer - programmed with a quick jump away should things go sour - and the communications / sensors arrays. Surprising enough that basket case Rhi'mans had managed to set down without gaining some unwanted attention. It was just a minute, however that heard the transmission go out. It was from a Jedi, calling for any other Jedi in the area to join him as they rushed to investigate a freighter that had landed. The Jedi sounded like a real nerd, but that would be business for later.

"Told that kesser Kyramud that attacking Ilum was a bad idea. Ya know what he told me? 'Oh yeah thanks for the advice Sam. You're probably right.' But what does he do? He does the thing. He attacks Ilum. Ugh. He's buying Mojitos for a kessing month when I get his psycho-bunny out of this one.

You know what this means, jump us in right at the atmosphere. As soon as we're out of hyperspace I want weapons and shields up and engines at max speed."

Sam stood at the edge of the bridge of Mojitos For Days, a Shukala-Class Heavy Corvette, and gazed through the viewport. Casually turning away he made his way back to the command chair, picking his helmet up out of the chair and setting it on a chair-side table.

The Shuk had almost immediately kicked back into action, Shuddering as she entered the blurred lines of hyperspace for half a minute, before shuddering once more and zooming down toward the looming ice planet. He held one advantage of the Jedi fighters, and that was he knew exactly where the freighter had landed, and had a visual on it. With this the Shuk was able to reach the the site of the confrontation just as the last 2 fighters were. From the external speakers on the corvette Sam played a song to catch their attention, and hailed them on all frequencies,

"Hi there pals. I don't believe we've had a chance to meet, my name is Sam Kryze, captain of this fine ship. Unfortunately these aren't good circumstances to meet on, you see you're aiming at my friends here. I'm going to need you to either land now, and get out of your fighters, or turn around and return to your base.

Your move gentlemen."

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma wasn't exactly planning for someone to show up so promptly. Of course, she had expected to be detected at some point, and potentially as soon as they entered the atmosphere, but she hadn't expected a welcoming party right as she walked out of the ship. She heard the booming voice of some random Jedi crony when the first of her party set foot on the snowy ground outside. She almost jumped at the unexpected sound, but instead frowned, pulling her helmet on and strolling down the ramp as the disembodied voice addressed them.

Jemma listened with a bored expression as she stared up at the ship looming overheard. "They want us to leave, huh?" she mumbled to herself. "I don't want to leave though," she said as if it was some sort of great dilemma that was simply confusing to consider. "I don't think they care what I want though," she said with a depressed sigh. She looked up at the ship that was awaiting her response. She knew this would require finesse if they were going to be allowed to stay, which was her goal, so she prepared her response carefully.

"I don't want to leave and you can't make me!" Jemma shouted with less delicacy than an angry wookiee. She then raised both fingers in a universal sign of kes you and stuck her tongue out at them, though they couldn't see that through her helmet. She was about to give them a suggestion as to where they could shove their weaponry when her comms lit up with some of the galaxy's most fire music. Her head started bobbing as a smile lit up her previously-frowning face, and she immediately knew her reinforcements had arrived.

"Sammy!" she said in a bright and happy voice, head still bobbing to the man's fire tunes. Sam didn't even acknowledge her, but instead addressed the Jedi ship. "Hi there pals. I don't believe we've had a chance to meet, my name is Sam Kryze, captain of this fine ship. Unfortunately these aren't good circumstances to meet on, you see you're aiming at my friends here. I'm going to need you to either land now, and get out of your fighters, or turn around and return to your base."

Jemma smiled. I really love the Death Watch. she thought happily. She knew that she was in a bit of a predicament, so she went ahead and activated her jetpack, flying up towards Sam's ship. She hoped that they could come to a compromise, despite how much she would have loved the throw down, but if they couldn't then she wouldn't be on the ground to die, or in that tiny little freighter up against a warship. She would be much more comfortable in the Shukala.

As she flew, she decided to pipe in with some reasonable negotiations, as she wasn't yet ready to give up her mission. "Hey there, me again. I don't suppose you'd let us just....peruse the crystal mines? I mean, you can even come with us! I just wanted a tour, y'know? I wanted to make one of these into a necklace. It thought it would look nice with my stained glass dress. What do you think?"

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Q'san completed the set of his armor with his helmet, as he walked down the ramp to the chill of Ilum. Upon doing so, he sees that the Jedi had wasted no time finding their ship. How they were able to find them so quickly on the snowy planet, was beyond Q'san's knowledge, but it happened, and there was no use pondering over things he couldn't control. "Kriff.." he cursed to himself, clutching the sling of his WL-29. Walking up, next to Jemma, he quickly followed her lead, activating his jetpack, lifting himself upward to the Corvette that loomed above them, as she had, keeping an eye out for movement from any of the weapons on the craft.

(Sorry for the sh*tpost.)

 

[Kaane]

(OOC: 2ndary shitpost activate)

Seeing Sam swoop down with his vessel like some smuggler in an action themed serial novel was nothing short of miraculous, for Cal. None of the Sith ever would've backed up their operatives like this.

"You sure took your time!" Cal jested half-to herself before using the Force to leap upwards onto the corvette's loading bay. She would also have her now-yellow lightsaber activated as she took a protective stance in front of Jemma and Q'san utilizing their jetpacks, in order to defend against any incoming shots from any ground troops, or to tank a shot of laser cannon fire in the absolute worst-case scenario.

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: If you got any concerns or questions please turn to the OOC.)

Brand watched two Starfighters joined him, joining cause the General’s call for help which was to be expected. While the general watched one of the people get out of the ship which he knew to be a Sith that he fought on Onderon which really made the Jedi realize they were going to have a fight on their hands.

As the man was trying to think about what he should do it seemed a heavy corvette decided to show up, which only made it clear for the general that they had a full blown infestation of enemies at their door step. They were at open war with the Death Watch and the Sith, and as the Jedi General of the army of light he was going to see that they are all moved off world to keep the temple and those within the temple safe. So he knew that this was going to get ugly if the sith were here but thankfully he wasn't alone.

Smiling knowing that now the force was on there side, moving the ship so it went around the crazy lady that was trying to talk with him, and turning to face the corvette. While he was flying in got onto his communicator in a secure channel, so only the fighters next to him.

"Get ready to fire. An make sure to stay away from their flyers. Plus fighters stick behind me and put shields to forward maximum." Brand didn't want things to go south but since the sith had shown up he was going to make sure to send them a message.

If this did turn to blows, the corvette in front of them was at a major disadvantage in terms of movement. As it's ability to turn and move was no doubt less than the star fighters.

"How about you consider leaving." Brand said this time out to the corvette in front of them with the loud speakers on the gunboat.

Immediately switching to the channel to the fighters that showed up, the general was about to give a order that might be considered harsh to some but the enemy were at their gates. Threatening their younglings and planning on taking their crystals, and that was not acceptable to Brand's standard. This was war, and even now the Death Watch fought the Jedi on Lothal.

"Guys open up fire." Brand would say before opening up himself.

The gunboat that Brand was in would lock its rockets onto the bridge of the ship and fire two torpedo's, since the ship shields weren't meant to protect against solid objects, so if they didn't move the missiles would crack right into the front of the ship where the bridge was. The general had his eyes open on the scanners and listening to the droid feed him info, and hoping his co-pilot would take control of the guns and being firing on the corvette. While the missiles were being launched the gunboat had started moving left hoping to minimize the hits it would receive, before making a hard right after 3 seconds, to hopefully confuse the corvette.

When the missiles had launch Brand had also push down the ship to below the level of the corvette to make it more difficult for the corvette to hit them.

@Jinan B @Kiser @Orbis

 

[Jinan B]

Braedon wasn't quite sure when the outcome of this meeting had become apparent to him. It might have been when the Shukala-class Heavy Corvette had arrived on the scene, blasting music like its commander was a hero in some cheap action movie. It might have been when the female Madalorian had told them how she had no intentions of leaving. Hell, it might have been from the second that he had answered the call to respond to the arrival of the unidentified Freighter.

What he knew for sure, though, was that there was no way that the situation would end well.

He glanced over what guns he had access to as the two other Starfighters arrived to back the two of them up, seeing that he had direct control over the 4 turreted guns of the vessel. Brand must have had access to the other weapons of the gunboat, which was more than good enough for the Thrysian. It only made his part of the offense, should to come into being, easier to get right.

He locked two of the cannons onto the Bridge of the Shakula, while keeping the other two on the missile launcher that he could see on the vessel. He felt confident that Brand would be able to evade any laser bolts fired at them, and if he couldn't then the shields would take care of the problem nonetheless, but if those missiles were able to track them they'd be a whole other problem. Better to shoot them mid flight than allow something like that to happen.

"Gladly." Was all the response that his fellow Jedi would receive, as he fired a salvo at the bridge. He doubted that it would make much of an impact, but hopefully if he was persistent enough in his shots he'd be able to get through the Corvette's Shielding. Meanwhile he made sure to keep the turrets locked on to their respective targets as Brand began to maneuver away from any shots that might be fired back at them.

 

[Dawyn]

At the sight of the corvette dropping down from the sky, Maksem cursed. Try to show solidarity for once, and get a capital ship dropped almost straight on your arse. So many perks being in the Force-forsaken Jedi Army. He examined the ship carefully, noting the gun emplacements on both its dorsal and ventral sides, then nodded. He opened up an encrypted comm channel to his Padawan when the Mandalorian began to conclude his speech.

“Yva, redirect most of your shields forward, then prepare to gun it behind me. We’re not getting killed out here today, not if I can help it.” He said over the encrypted channel to his Padawan. There would be little time to spare.

Wasting no time, Maksem did the same for his shields and sped the fighter down low at first, rapidly descending and speeding towards the corvette as fast as he could drive the fighter, hanging to the right as to give those jumping into the cargo hold a wide berth. He opened himself up to the Force fully, allowing it to seep through and enhance both his reflexes and vision for the sharp maneuvers ahead. He made sure to strafe his fighter from side to side along with up and down occasionally to make it more difficult to get a lock on to him as he closed the distance. With his speed, trajectory, elevation, random movements, along with Force-assisted flying, it would prove extremely hard for the dorsal mounted turbolasers and laser cannons to get a lock on to either him or Yva, assuming there was trouble. He then pulled up and skirted very close along the side of the Shukala, in a line just below its midsection, to protect himself from the ventral missile launcher on the bottom and the turbolasers and cannons situated on the top. He waited until he was about to break past its engines, then shifted all his deflector shields to his rear.

“Yva, rear deflectors, now!” he barked as he broke past the engines, speeding off over the landscape away from the corvette, gaining a bit of valuable distance as he did so, still making sure to use his speed and maneuverability to strafe from side to side to make it harder to get a lock and fire on him, and carefully keeping his elevation high enough so that the missile launcher would have a hard time locking on him, if it was even still in range due to their speed.

After doing so, Brand’s orders cackled across the comms. Not bothering to waste time replying, he banked his fighter hard, shifting his shields to the front as he did so, and circled back around for an attack run, this time achieving a mid-level elevation that would expose him partially to some, but not all of the aft lasers but shield him completely from the missile launcher, so that he would be on a direct course for the engines. His lasers were hot in the unlikely event any of the missiles might have followed him.

“Yva, forward deflectors again! And follow me! We’re gonna make a pass at their engines, be careful of those rear turbolasers! Arm your concussion missiles, and aim for the left engine! Wait until we’re close enough that they won’t be able to shoot them down easily. After you fire, bank left, I’ll bank right to draw their fire in different directions.”

Speeding back and making sure to repeat his evasive maneuvers from earlier as he did so*, Maksem gunned the RG-5 forward across the icy expanse, locking his payload of concussion missiles onto the rightmost engine while keeping his lasers hot and ready in the event that , for all the good that would do. He waited until he was fairly close to his target before he fired, yet out of the blast range of his payload, before launching the first two missiles, and then the remaining two before banking hard to the right to swerve around the side of the corvette, making sure he again pulled up to the midsection blind spot as he did so. If he and Yva pulled this off correctly, both engines would be crippled, if not destroyed, leaving the corvette dead in the water. At any rate, they would have to pull back and retreat if that did not do it. He hoped the gunship had scored a few good hits.

*Strafing from side to side and up/down randomly for specifics.

 

[Orbis]

The corvette had taken her by surprise. Of all the things Yvannia'd thought she'd be doing on this frigid wasteland of a planet, fighting Mandos and being ambushed by a corvette in the Jedi's own backyard wasn't exactly in the itinerary.

Don't suppose they came for the lovely weather and our beautiful beaches, did they?

Hearing Maksem's plan of not dying, she couldn't help but agree with the sentiment, biting her lip as she shifted her shields to the front and followed close behind him - but not too close, so as to allow them room to manoeuvre as necessary. Closing the distance as quickly as they like with evasive manoeuvres such as diving and climbing and bolting side to side at irregular intervals as well as with Force-enhanced piloting and focus, she pulled her own ship up parallel to the side of the enemy ship, exploiting the blind spot there to the best of her abilities. As they neared the rear of the Shukala, she did as requested and shifted the shields to the rear just as she shot past the engines.

It was at this point that she was vaguely aware of another voice - the Jedi general from earlier, maybe - speaking over the comms. However, she had been so focused on the task at hand that she didn't catch what they said. She had caught on to her master's intentions, there being only one real target of note at the rear of a ship, and had already taken steps to acquired her target, looping her RG-5 around as she shifted her shields once more to the front and armed her missiles, all the while weaving evasively through the air toward the ship like one of her daggers, so as to make it hard to get a lock on her. All she heard from Mak was "left", and it was all the indication she needed.

"Attack its weak point for massive damage, eh?" she muttered to herself, grinning ear to ear. She let out a short, gleeful cackle as her fighter neared the leftmost engine, missiles locked as everything seemed to go in slow motion as the Force flowed through her and increased her focus. With a simple pull of the trigger, her first two missiles propelled themselves forward and toward their target. She was enjoying this feeling, this rush of adrenaline, this sensation of holding the fate of this ship in her hands. With it came a oddly satisfying sense of accomplishment, of seemingly impending victory, of clarity of mind. She was, at that moment, not just a Jedi Padawan of the Army of Light, but a hunter closing in on their quarrel, letting out that fateful shot that will make the difference between having dinner that night or going hungry. It was, frankly, quite intoxicating. She decided she quite liked flying.

Releasing the final two missiles, she quickly performed a hard bank to the left and arced back into the corvette's blind spot with due haste.

 

[Sam Kryze]

"Ahh fuck it. Ionize his ass."

Sam spoke before Brand had even addressed his other Jedi ships, telling them to get ready to fire. As the transmission was likely going out, Mojitos for Days's ION cannon had already begun firing upon them. This would interrupt the ship before they were able to fire the missiles, or the lasers at the Shukala. The ION blast caught the gunship square and killed its systems, dropping it to the ground. The bridge crew could hear the crunch of the ship impacting the ground. While the occupants might not be hurt, the ship definitely sustained damage.

The Shukala began taking off towards the sky once the crew reported that the last of Death Watch had boarded. Sam pointed towards the caves, "Focus our right turbolaser battery on the caves, burn them down and get us out of here."

As Sam ordered, it was done. Though as they began flying away the ship shook, as alarms poured through the halls. Damage readouts indicated that their aft had been struck by concussion missiles, tearing into the armor and venting several cabins. Not tremendous damage, but more than he liked.

"Jemma, dear! Would you please get your gorgeous ass in one of those laser cannons and watch my gorgeous ass?"

//thread end