This would take some fancy flying. Something that he hardly considered a strength of his. But when the flip side involves death such things get very simple very fast. Keeping his hands on the controls he began to set things into motion, taking the ship out of its previous planet-based mode and into one more suited for an all out sprint.
He knew any kind of real engagement with the fighters would be a short-lived one. They had neither the firepower nor the maneuvering capability to go toe-to-toe with them. But, like some larger animals, the freighter was in a sense beefy. It was a bulky freighter and thus would have a lot to give. At least, that's what he was counting on.
Turning to his teary-eyed co-pilot he began giving orders yet keeping his voice even keel so as to not promote any unnecessarily panicked action. "Listen carefully. First I'll need to remotely close all airlocks on the ship. Second, siphon all oxygen to reserves and cancel life support systems to all sections aside from the cockpit."
As he spoke his own hands worked furiously to open up the engines as much as possible. Their escape would be a full-on sprint with their pursuers facing them head on along the track. "Once you have all that done, direct all power to forward shields."
He had no time to explain his plan, but after the past several days of more or less working together he had come to expect her to follow orders without overarching goals laid out for her.
The fighters came into range and without a moments hesitation their laserfire began raining down on them, filling the viewport but absorbed harmlessly by the shields all the same. With both the freighter's speed at maximum and their running an intercept course, the distance between the two parties closed rapidly. The density of enemy fire greatened until the two of them were essentially flying blind.
Then, with a heavy shudder throughout the hollow freighter the fighters rushed past, their engines sending shockwaves through their ship's skeletal structure.
Good. The first part of the plan was a success, mostly. He had intended to blow by them, the combined speeds meaning the fighters would overshoot them by a considerable margin and take more time to circle back for another pass.
All but one of them did just that. The one straggler had done a better job of managing their approach and veered off early, meaning instead of being left far behind they were in fact only off to the side. It was a complication, but one he had prepared for nonetheless.
That was why when This nearer fighter began to fire once more into the sides of the ship, its blasts would have no problem cutting through. Whole hallways of the freighter were torn through by military grade ship cannon as it laid into them. The shields on a civilian craft like theirs would've done little to stop them regardless.
This way nothing would stop their forward progress. No need to manage shields, oxygen, or other subsystems. Not even a slight change in exit path to slow them down in the name of evasive maneuvers.
Then, just as Q'orr began to think that perhaps their attacker was taking more than the freighter had to give, a new player entered the game.
Suddenly appearing out of hyperspace blinked an unmarked carrier with its hanger opened preemptively. Their ride had finally arrived. Giving one last direction he said "No shields, all power to thrusters and brace yourself for impact." With that, he angled the freighter just so that their remaining attacker had no line of sight on the cockpit.
Now barreling even faster through space his hand hovered over the braking thrusters that would decide just how hard of an entrance they'd make on the carrier.
More enemy fire tore through the freighter, this time impacting the engines directly. It didn't take long for them to become completely inoperative but the zero resistance racetrack of space meant they had all the momentum they needed.
Now! At the last possible moment, just as the nose of their ship crossed into the hangar, Q'orr activated the reverse thrust. The hangar was filled instantly in an inferno as the thrusters burned deep gashes into the inner hull.
The same hull that only a split second later had their freighter crashing into it as it came to a violent stop. Not a moment later the carrier had jumped to hyperspace once more with their freighter in tow.
He fought the urge to breathe a sigh of relief for the moment, instead escorting D'Avignon out of the ship and the hangar as quickly as possible. Given the blaze they'd created on entry and all the damage the ship's engine had sustained during their escape he couldn't be sure the vessel wouldn't explode soon.
Only after they were clear and the remains of the freighter ejected into space by the captain of the carrier did his heartrate begin to slow. He was sweaty, covered in soot and exhausted from the trip as a whole. Yet he still kept his composure, his posture not wavering in the slightest. As soon as he reached a bed he'd most likely crumple, but for now appearances needed to be kept up.
He turned to his charge and took his blaster back and returned it to his holster before saying "You performed well. The medbay should be down this corridor, second entrance on the left. I recommend you get that looked at right away." He motioned to the glancing blow she'd received on her side. He wanted her in as pristine condition as possible for when they reported back. The better she looked, the better he'd look in the eyes of his superiors.
He knew any kind of real engagement with the fighters would be a short-lived one. They had neither the firepower nor the maneuvering capability to go toe-to-toe with them. But, like some larger animals, the freighter was in a sense beefy. It was a bulky freighter and thus would have a lot to give. At least, that's what he was counting on.
Turning to his teary-eyed co-pilot he began giving orders yet keeping his voice even keel so as to not promote any unnecessarily panicked action. "Listen carefully. First I'll need to remotely close all airlocks on the ship. Second, siphon all oxygen to reserves and cancel life support systems to all sections aside from the cockpit."
As he spoke his own hands worked furiously to open up the engines as much as possible. Their escape would be a full-on sprint with their pursuers facing them head on along the track. "Once you have all that done, direct all power to forward shields."
He had no time to explain his plan, but after the past several days of more or less working together he had come to expect her to follow orders without overarching goals laid out for her.
The fighters came into range and without a moments hesitation their laserfire began raining down on them, filling the viewport but absorbed harmlessly by the shields all the same. With both the freighter's speed at maximum and their running an intercept course, the distance between the two parties closed rapidly. The density of enemy fire greatened until the two of them were essentially flying blind.
Then, with a heavy shudder throughout the hollow freighter the fighters rushed past, their engines sending shockwaves through their ship's skeletal structure.
Good. The first part of the plan was a success, mostly. He had intended to blow by them, the combined speeds meaning the fighters would overshoot them by a considerable margin and take more time to circle back for another pass.
All but one of them did just that. The one straggler had done a better job of managing their approach and veered off early, meaning instead of being left far behind they were in fact only off to the side. It was a complication, but one he had prepared for nonetheless.
That was why when This nearer fighter began to fire once more into the sides of the ship, its blasts would have no problem cutting through. Whole hallways of the freighter were torn through by military grade ship cannon as it laid into them. The shields on a civilian craft like theirs would've done little to stop them regardless.
This way nothing would stop their forward progress. No need to manage shields, oxygen, or other subsystems. Not even a slight change in exit path to slow them down in the name of evasive maneuvers.
Then, just as Q'orr began to think that perhaps their attacker was taking more than the freighter had to give, a new player entered the game.
Suddenly appearing out of hyperspace blinked an unmarked carrier with its hanger opened preemptively. Their ride had finally arrived. Giving one last direction he said "No shields, all power to thrusters and brace yourself for impact." With that, he angled the freighter just so that their remaining attacker had no line of sight on the cockpit.
Now barreling even faster through space his hand hovered over the braking thrusters that would decide just how hard of an entrance they'd make on the carrier.
More enemy fire tore through the freighter, this time impacting the engines directly. It didn't take long for them to become completely inoperative but the zero resistance racetrack of space meant they had all the momentum they needed.
Now! At the last possible moment, just as the nose of their ship crossed into the hangar, Q'orr activated the reverse thrust. The hangar was filled instantly in an inferno as the thrusters burned deep gashes into the inner hull.
The same hull that only a split second later had their freighter crashing into it as it came to a violent stop. Not a moment later the carrier had jumped to hyperspace once more with their freighter in tow.
He fought the urge to breathe a sigh of relief for the moment, instead escorting D'Avignon out of the ship and the hangar as quickly as possible. Given the blaze they'd created on entry and all the damage the ship's engine had sustained during their escape he couldn't be sure the vessel wouldn't explode soon.
Only after they were clear and the remains of the freighter ejected into space by the captain of the carrier did his heartrate begin to slow. He was sweaty, covered in soot and exhausted from the trip as a whole. Yet he still kept his composure, his posture not wavering in the slightest. As soon as he reached a bed he'd most likely crumple, but for now appearances needed to be kept up.
He turned to his charge and took his blaster back and returned it to his holster before saying "You performed well. The medbay should be down this corridor, second entrance on the left. I recommend you get that looked at right away." He motioned to the glancing blow she'd received on her side. He wanted her in as pristine condition as possible for when they reported back. The better she looked, the better he'd look in the eyes of his superiors.
