Happenings On Hypori

[Camellia Swift]

OOC Thread: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/...ppenings-on-Hypori-ooc!&p=1112276#post1112276

Camellia stared out at the planet below that was growing increasingly larger as the Hammerhead Frigate Guardian approached it for atmospheric entry. It was certainly an impressive feature of the Rendili made vessels. The capability to land on planetary surfaces making it a troop transport in addition to their roles as small carriers, patrol frigates, and mainline cruiser truly made the ship type a marvel in the Raider Admiral's opinion. Hopefully someday these ships would indeed make a return as a galactic power's primary warship. However, now was not the time for such thoughts. Very soon indeed the Guardian would drop into atmosphere as it would gravitate to the coordinates of a large, expansive, and seemingly deserted structure on the planet's surface. Yet, it was not truly a deserted structure at all as scans from orbit had revealed. Energy signatures had been picked up emanating from the structure. Not much, but enough. Especially considering when the planet was supposedly devoid of resident life and thus shouldn't have any energy signatures at all indicating someone had a large factory turned on.

Not just any factory either, an old run down droid foundry that had once disgorged battle droids during wars of ages past. The young Rendili Admiral wanted it for herself now, but first they would have to evict several pirates who were calling the place home before anything else. It had honestly surprised Camellia when reports had come in of pirates raiding and boarding ships in nearby sectors with old B2 Battle Droids among their boarding parties. Taking into account old scraps of information from her studies of history like the Clone Wars, and a quick follow up research on systems near the pirate attacks, Camellia was quick to suspect that someone had gotten an old cache of the machines online again from Hypori. She hadn't expected the actual foundry to be back online though. She had honestly thought the pirates had gotten old makes lucky enough to still be intact.

This was boding much better for the potential rewards to reap. At the same time though, it would now be unknown how many active droids the pirates would have been able to get active on their own. Definitely more than if they had just found thankfully intact ones. The Rendili woman was gladder and gladder she had taken the precautions of sending requests to the CLF and the Jedi for support. When it came down to it the Raiders did not have as many experienced ground forces as she would have liked. Each Hammerhead was only carrying 20 security officers and ground combat personnel. Considering it was unknown exactly how many pirates and droids would be within the structure things could get hairy. Still, at least the pirates main ship had been destroyed by some trading convoy's escort. If the pirates tried to make a move as they approached it would only be a fighter or two and those would be swatted away by the Hammerhead's guns, along with any defensive emplacements that might fire on the Raider, CLF, and Jedi forces that would land and make for the foundry's entrance.

Signaling to the bridge's communications officer, Camellia sat down in her command chair as she addressed the crew and their guests about to engage in the upcoming battle. "Attention everyone. This Admiral Swift. We shall be making landfall on Hypori in five minutes. We detected an energy signature indicating one of the Clone War era droid foundries is active. A bit odd since this planet is abandoned and shouldn't have someone running the electric bill at all. We are unsure of the enemy numbers, thus we appreciate you members of the CLF and Jedi order supporting us today. We can expect B2 Battle Droids and hodge podge of equipped pirate troops. Anything else is fair game to assume what they have. The Guardian will provide cover with its point defenses as we cross into the structure in case there are any defense emplacements still active. They shouldn't have anything that could be a threat to this ship, though we will descend through the atmosphere with caution just in case. The fact this foundry is still capable by the way is a huge prize for us. Let's keep collateral damage to a minimum as we clear it out. I'll be joining the combat group once the ship's landing is secured. Prep your gear people!"

 

[Andrewza]

Jake was impressed with the Guardian. It seemed to poses a great mix of firepower, protection and mobility. The ability to enter the atmopher was great advantage for them in this coming fight. Was highly unlikely the pirate could throw any thing up at them that could dent it. Still Jake was a fighter pilot at heart and did wish the pirate had a few fighters. That could mean a dogfight. But he doubted it would happen, and would be better to capture the rebel ships to be repurposed to aid in the fight against the empire and the sith.

Hearing the anounment Jake got ready. Well most put on armour and get weapons to ready them self a Jedi is different. Jake got ready by taking of his robe. Jake was glade that they would soon be leaving the guardian. Though it was a good ship with a great crew, Jake did not like being helpless. And on board this ship he was of little use. After getting to the assembly area Jake knew he had to calm down. So sat down and began to meditate.

 

[Noirceur]

Lazgraf was acting aboard the Guardian only for this mission, with the absence of Captain Helioz. He hoped Admiral Seht would manage to keep the Raider running in the meantime. She was a capable woman, and lazgraf had the utmost confidence in her. He walked through towards the helm of the bridge, where Swift had just finished broadcasting to the whole ship. He walked, limping from his left leg due to a crippling injury he suffered on his pirate days. That was another reason he was useful to this mission. He knew how pirates operated, and he knew most of their tactics, for he had been one. Approachin the Admiral, he touched his hat in salute.

-"Admiral, my gunship and her crew stand ready to serve. If I may ask, though, what exactly is your plan? The Guardian hasn't enough men for a full-out frontal assault. It would be dangerous, even with the support of the Jedi and the Liberation Force. The Hammerheads aren't exactly built to last forever, either."-

 

[Liam]

Alliances were extremely important.
That sentence could not be stressed on enough, especially to the Jedi Order. These times were troubling, and the Jedi needed as many allies as they could get if they were going to survive. Luckily, the Rendili Raiders seemed to be wanting friends as well. Techaro Ioka had been sent to the Raiders with another Jedi, Jake Paxson. They were to help the Raiders get rid of a pirate problem that they had been experiencing, with promises of droids and alliances as reward. Tech was not a political person, but he did know that helping the Raiders out was the right thing to do.

In preparation for this very important mission, Tech had been training at the Jedi Temple with Jake. The two knew that they must represent the Jedi in a positive light, and what better way to prove themselves than in combat? The two had prepared themselves for about a week before being transported to the Guardian, Admiral Camellia Swift's frigate. The ship was a beauty, elegantly designed for both fashion and weaponry. As Techaro walked through the halls of the ship, heading towards the assembly area, he couldn't help but marvel at the size and design for the ship.

When Techaro had almost reached the assembly zone, an announcement was broadcast, with Admiral Swift as the voice behind the message. Tech thought of the first time he met Swift, and remembered how surprised he was when he first saw how young she was. He could not believe that she was the admiral behind such a large force. Tech didn't mean to question Swift, though. He had heard many stories of her in battle, and he knew that she was a great leader.

Arriving in the assembly zone, Techaro worked his way over to where Jake Paxson appeared to be meditating. Not wanting to bother his friend, Tech took a seat next to the human, pulling out a couple loose bolts that the Jawa always kept on his person. As he ran the machinery between his fingers, Techaro mentally prepared himself for the battle that was going to come.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Renald piloted the Smuggler's Folly through the atmosphere of Hypori. He was significantly behind the Hammerhead frigate, as well as the two freighters owned by the Duro mercenaries he had hired. Renald had been in talks with Camellia about the Hypori raid. The only issue was the CLF was still small enough that it did not yet have a force large enough for an operation like this. As a result Renald was forced to hire mercenaries. However he did not hire just any mercenaires. He hired a group of Duro who had survived the genocide of their planet. Not all Duro had been killed. There were many who had been trading or around the galaxy. These mercenaries were a group of them. They had taught themselves to fight and used their natural pilot skills to take pot shots and the Imperium and pirates. Renald knew they would not betray any cause against the Imperium. He also hoped to get them to join the CLF when all of this was done.

Renald hung back high above the landing hammerhead on purpose. The mercenarie's freighters were heavily armed but not very maneuverable. They could cover the frigate decently well but not themselves. Once all of the ships had landed Renald would land himself. He figured he was high enough that if pirates brought out their fighters they would be too focused on the other ships to see him. At which point he could swoop down and take them out. Or so he hoped.

 

[Neo Shark]

From a distance the factory looked like a small city. Upon a closer look, it was more like a fortress, surrounded by thick walls and defensive turrets. A large landing area, suitable for loading multiple ships with droids, dominated the north side of the complex. Made of reinforced concrete it was large enough to comfortable sit two frigate sized ships. Next to it was a hangar, as wide as the landing area, but not as long. The hangar doors were open, and in front of them sat a corvette. Attached to the hangar was the main facility, a large block like structure that dwarfed even the landing area. The roof of the large structure was dotted with large vent like opening, and antennas. A very spartan construction, it had no ornamentation or windows, just flat brown surfaces. The walls were thick enough to prevent being scanned, but not so thick to withstand more than a few blasts from a heavy bombardment. Aside from a large gate in the north wall, and a few other entrances on the other sides of the building, the construction is incredibly utilitarian.

The approaching ship's scans do not go unnoticed by the sensors of the corvette. The lone watchman doesn't take notice at first, so deep asleep is he that it takes several minutes for the alarm to wake him. When he is fully awake, he stares in disbelief at what the sensors are telling him. Slamming his hand down on a large red button, the general quarters alarm begins to howl. The scattered crew aboard the ship react slowly, also stricken with disbelief at the suddenness. Leaving chaos in their wake, the crew make their ways to their assigned battle stations.

"Twig! Twig! Where the hell are you Twig?" From a disassembled console a head pops out. "I'm here Sir!" The large, rough looking, man that had just entered the room turns to the now visible head. "Why the hell isn't this place operational yet? We've been here several months now, and we've gotten the parts you needed, so what is the hold up?" Arms folded he glares down menacingly at Twig. "I'm doing the best I can Sir. I'm just one girl, and the repairs needed are extensive." Her eyes lower submissively, she does her best not to cause any kind of offense. Her efforts are in vain, as her response does nothing to satisfy him. With a roar he reach down and grabs Twig by the neck, lifting her out of the console with shear brute strength. As she's lifted her arm catches on some metal, opening a gash on her arm and causing her to cry out in pain. Holding her up at face level to him, she struggles futilely in his grasp. "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Turning to face the doorway, he hurls her out and into the hallway. She is flung with such strength that she slides across the floor, and impacts the wall. Dazed and bleeding, she watches as he stomps towards her. "You better get this factory up and running soon, or else I'm going to let the rest of the crew have a taste." He starts to reach for her again, before stopping halfway, and suddenly standing up straight. Now agitated, he moves a hand to his ear. "REPEAT THAT!" As he listens to the report from his ear bud, his face gradually becomes redder and redder. "I'm with Twig now, I'll bring her to the command room." Reaching down he gave her a few hard slaps, to help her focus, before pulling her up and to her feet. "If you had gotten this place up and running, we would be easily able to handle these people. You're definitely getting punished now." Dragging a sobbing Twig behind him, the pirate began walking to the Droid Command room.

 

[Camellia Swift]

Camellia turned to Captain Triure when he spoke up. He made some very fine points about the situation, but they were ones she had already thought of. So it was that the young Rendili woman smiled as she answered. "I know, which is why we're making our priorities not to eliminate every enemy out there or to level the facility. We don't have the troops to spare though if they have any defenses online that could shoot down fighters or a gunship, but I doubt they have anything turbolaser grade up if there ever were any to begin with. The Hammerhead can handle basic laser canon fire. Especially with its shields up. There appears to be a large landing pad where they likely loaded up droids in the past onto a large number of shuttles and transports up to their warships. We can fit the frigate there. Hell I wondered if the Republic back then could have landed an Acclamator on that space. This will cut down on the open ground our forces will have to cross as well."

An officer at the sensor station interrupted the conversation with a quick remark that they had been pinged by someone's sensors. Perhaps their scans earlier had given them away then? Or they had finally entered the enemy's detection range. "Well things are getting started then. Captain, get your team together and launch, get the Jedi going as well. We'll divide somewhat but the hammerhead will be our rally point and our main line of defense."

Signaling to communications again, Cam issued out the final orders. "All forces attention! Make landfall now! The Guardian will provide cover with its point defense systems if the enemy turns any defense turrets or fighters on us. If the Jedi and Captain Triure's team could deploy now and begin making their way toward the command center as the forward assault team, then commander Renald of the CLF and his teams will divert to clearing the enemy hanger, my own team will secure the landing pad when the frigate touches down and then link up with Triure's team. The CLF will catch up once the hanger is secured. That's all people get moving!"

The Admiral signed off the communication and stared out the bridge at the foundry that was coming into view as the Hammerhead descended. They would arrive in just a few minutes. "Bring our weapon systems online now. They know they're being attacked but let's see if their sensor can read our energy signatures. Maybe they'll put up less of a fight if they get a read on the power of our armaments."

 

[Andrewza]

Has soon has Camellia finished giving the orders Jake stood up. “Ok Techaro lets go.”

Get up Jake walked over to his rouge Star fight and got in. Beginning his pre-flight checks he got the engine started. Jake did not fear any defences systems the pirates could get up even if they could hit him, he had trust in his machine. “Ok Techaro lets ait for the raiders to load up the assault shuttle, we can fly escort to them as we move down.”


(sorry short post could not think of much, did not want to jump to far ahead)

 

[Noirceur]

Lazgraf wadted no time, and ran off the bridge, nodding to Camellia as he did. He did not expect them to be found so easily. He rushed through the aisles, panting. He was no longer as strong as he used to be, yet when duty called, little was able to stop him. He barked into his intercom, not stopping his sprint.

-"Kolt! Get the Amber Clad ready, we need to move!"-

The physically imposing Abyssin followed suit, and began ordering the team already in the ship. Dé and Izvoshra began making the gunship air-ready, starting the systems and firing up her engines.
Lazgraf arrive in a hurry, taking his seat at the helm of the BT-7A. The small crew had the Amber Clad airborn in no time. The ship exited through the shielded landing pad, darting alongside the broadside of the Hammerhead. Lazgraf got his intercom, and spoke to the Jedi helping with their mission.

-"Jedi team, this is Captain Triure. I require you to remain close, in an arrow formation. We are the fatest here, so we need to get there first and work our way inside, clearing the way for Admiral Swift and the CLF. If we come under AA fire, or if the enemy has ships at their disposal, we will have to divert, over."-

 

[Liam]

Once Jake got up Techaro joined him and headed towards the hangar of the large ship. Unfortunately, the Jawa's own T-6 Shuttle wasn't designed for this kind of mission, so Tech was forced to borrow a Rogue-Class Starfighter. While he was not completely familiar with this type of fighter, it would suffice.

Once he had entered his fighter and turned put on his headset, Tech began listening to the chatter around him.
"Jake, can you hear me?" he asked, making sure that his comlink worked.
"Let's keep together. We'll be alright if we don't go to far apart from the rest of the team." As Techaro exited the hangar in his fighter, he navigated himself towards the squadron of ships that had taken formation and had begun moving towards the planet. The two Jedi padawans brought their ships to the rear of the arrow-shaped alignment that had formed.

"Copy that, Captain Triure." The Jawa stated as he got his orders from the Raider commander.
"We can do this." Tech said, more reassuring himself than anyone around him.

 

[Andrewza]

Has they proced towards the objective Jake could finaly see the foundary. That one big building, Jake hope it was not at full operastionall level.

"We understand captian"

 

[MasterTyvokka]

As Renald was circling he noticed the large landing pad. It was huge. What made him smile though was the CR-90 corvette class ship on the landing pad. He wanted the ship and he also wanted to make sure he could take it as un damaged as possible. It looked to Renald as if Camelila was choosing to land her ship in the large landing pad.

This was one of those moments when Renald wished he had installed an ion cannon on his ship. He had thought about it a number of times but he was a smuggler not a pirate so didn't really have the need. He certainly had the need now. He wanted to make sure that no one hit that corvette with any thing more powerful than ion blasts. A ship struck with an ion blast could be repaired, but one blow to bits could obviously not. Renald patched himself into the secure comm channel everyone in their party was using. "Should that corvette attempt to lift off or open up on us try to hit it with ion blasts instead of your blaster cannons. I will let one of my freighters handles it if we need it." Renald wanted that corvette intact if he could get it. The CLF needed ships badly and this could be a good opportunity for one.

 

[Neo Shark]

Located in the center of the large droid factory, the command center sat safe, for the moment. Pushing Twig in front of him, the pirate boss walked into the command room. Shoving her over to a console he walked to the center of the room, which was dominated by a large holographic display. The display had the planet Hypori at its center, with a large red dot hovering over a green dot on the planet. Pointing at the red dot, he turns to look at another pirate that approached him as soon as he entered. "What the hell is that?!" "We're not sure sir, our sensors didn't even notice it until it started scanning the planet. The factory's sensors are so old and ill-maintained, that the energy signature didn't even register. It wasn't till they started doing detailed scans that they showed up on our ships sensors, and then they let us know. We were able to fix our sensors just about the time they settled over us in orbit. All we can make out, is that one ship is about frigate size, and there are several smaller ships in close proximity. I told you we needed Twig to take a look at the sensors so this wouldn't happen."

Turning to glare at Twig, as if this was somehow her fault, the Boss gave her his best intimidating glare. To avoid his eyes, she turns her head away and stares at the ground in a submissive posture. After venting a little of his frustration, his gaze moves on to another man, sitting at a console. "What turrets do we have that are actually operational?" The man at the weapons console turns back around, and begins typing at the keyboard. "We have two of the Turbolasers and seven of the laser cannons running. The rest are iffy or nonfunctional." "Alright, let's get those turrets we know are working ready for them. Meanwhile," turning to look again at Twig, "get on that console and start activating the droids in the hangar. There should be about twenty deactivated droids left over from our previous score. Once that's done, see how many of the Vultures are working, and get them ready for deployment.

Twig sat down at the droid command console. There was another console somewhere in the facility, that was the master control room for the droids, but this one allowed her full access. As long as nothing got to the other room and shut her out on that side, she had full control of the droids from here. Twig liked droids, some of them had their quirks, but none of them were violent and angry all the time. Sometimes Twig wished she could be an emotionless droid, so she wouldn't have to experience the fear and pain during her captivity.

A technical genius, her fingers dance across the keyboard, sending the required orders at an astonishing rate. The droids were reactivated and rearmed in a few minutes. All twenty B2 Battle Droids were up and had taken defensive positions inside the hangar. Shipping crates and miscellaneous vehicles littered the cavernous hanger, providing plenty of cover. Above the droids, machinery stirred to life, and the Vultures began to activate. They would take longer to be usable, because they didn't have any fuel in them, but it wouldn't take long to remedy that. There were a total of ten Vultures that were stored in the hangar. Two pirates watch all this happen from a control tower located in the back of the hangar. Surreptitiously reaching into her jacket, Twig palms a small chip into a nearby slot. Her fingers flash across the keyboard, and a small smile briefly flits across her face before being smothered.

A large hand suddenly lands on her shoulder, gripping hard, causing her to jump. Putting his mouth right next to her ear, he talks in a low menacing voice, "What is the status on the droids?" "I..I..I just finished Sir. I..I..I was about to tell you. There are t..t..ten Vultures fueling right now and.." The rest of what she intends to say is cut off as the pirate at the sensor console turns around. "They've started moving!" "Launch those Vultures as soon as they're ready." Turning away from her, he walks over to the large holographic display, and watches as the large red dot begins to descend. "I want all our guns to fire on that Frigate as soon as it comes into range." Arms folded he stands there, waiting for events to unfold. As he watches three smaller signatures break off and accelerate ahead of the rest. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Racing before the rest of the ships, they make straight for the factory. "Are they scanning us at all?" "We're not getting any active scans from them sir." "Hold your fire, let's see what they do, but I want each of our turbolaser targeting one of them, and all of the Gauntlet's on the remaining one. Have the laser cannons split up so that they assist the targets of the factory's turbolaser."

Watching as the three freighters approached, and waiting, was torture for everyone. It wasn't until the three ships had settled into a circling pattern to give the order. "OPEN FIRE LADS!" Nerves on edge the gunners smashed their firing buttons, almost simultaneously, and hell opened up on the freighters from what was essentially point blank range for ships. The single dual turbolaser and four single turbolasers on the upper hull of the ship Gauntlet, opened up on one of the freighters. The two remaining functional turbolasers and seven laser cannon spread their fire between the remaining two freighters. A hungry look on his face, the pirate Boss watches as his weapons unleash hell. In his distraction, he fails to take note of the progress of the remaining ships.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

"Kriff..." was Renald's exclamation, and the one heard by everyone else since Renald had yet to deactivate the comm, and the various defenses of the base lit up the sky. Renald was lucky he was as high up as he was. Had he not chosen to stay high above the other ships and observe his ship would have been torn apart. Fortunatly he was considerably high up because the damage he sustained could have been worse as it was the blast knocked out his shields, destroyed his hyper drive, and severely damaged sublights. Renald was able to hold control of his ship enough to quickly assess the damage. It appeared that atleast his repulsers were still working. Renald was not too far from the frigate however so he was able to limp back to it enter the hangar. He walked out of his ship; he badly wanted to inspect her but there would be time for that later. Renald figured the other freighters might also be in trouble so he commed them. "Get to the frigate and land yourselves in the hangar." Renald ordered the Duro freighters, he heard an affirmative from one, the other was silent.

Renald had been lucky... the Duro freighters not so much. The one Renald had heard back from had completely lost its shields and taken heavy damage. It had been much closer than Renald but was in the process of accelerating to circle again. As a result it hadn't taken a hit from the turbo lasers which would have destroyed it. The Duro pilot had had the where withal to immediately head toward the frigate for cover. As soon as he heard Renald's command he landed his crippled freighter in the hangar of the hammerhead. The second Duro freighter was no more. The YV-666 freighter was a sitting duck as the powerful turbo laser tore through its shields and its rear. The helpless ship plummeted. Despite the fact the freighter and its crew were beyond saving, it would still serve a purpose. As the freighter fell it crashed directly next to the same turbo laser that had taken it out. In a violent explosion that would likely obliterate anything nearby.

Renald didn't want to be left out of the fight and still wanted that corvette. Renald commed the frequency they were all using. "Camellia, you got a gunner station I could man... or maybe another fighter. I still want a chance at that Corvette and if I can take out the top guns without doing too much damage I might be able to repair the rest of it." Renald wanted the corvette in tact... bad. Most would have considered this crazy and if given the opportunity just blown the ship sky hight... but Renald was Corellian after all.

 

[Andrewza]

Jake watched has the duro freighter was torn to pieces and it's hull crashed down on the facltie. Watching the remianing CLF ships retreat Jake heard the request to deal with the turbo lassers.

"We will take care of the turbo lasers."

Breaking off from the formastion Jake pushed the rouge to it's max. No human and infacted few beings at all could match jedi for reflix. It was almost has though Jake turned before the shots where fired has he doged and weaved his way through the fire. His smaller fighter being beyond the abliets of the slow firing turbo lasers. Of cours the rapid firing light lassers on the rouge would not even dent the armour of the facltie below. Of course the torpedos he carried where a difrent story.

 

[Camellia Swift]

"He's gunning too far ahead of everyone else. . . ." Camellia frowned at the readout indicating everyone's positions as she watched the blips representing the Corellian Liberation Front's ships dart ahead of Captain Triure and the Jedi. She had given the go ahead for everyone to begin a more accelerated descent for landfall, but Renald's eagerness was putting him away from the safety of the Guardian's range to provide cover in the face of the enemy launching fighters. Although with what happened only a minute later the young Rendili woman figured that was bound to be the least of the CLF's worries at the moment. The defensive turrets suddenly coming online and blasting away one of the Duro's freighters and crippling the other, and even clipping Renald's own vessel some, was not something Camellia had been expecting.

"What happened!? Why didn't we detect them powering those things online?" This was nonsense! How could they power up so many turbolaser towers without their Hammerhead's sensor suite picking up on the fluctuations. "Maam! They either had those things on all along or. . . .we've got a read on their signatures now and a description coming in from the surviving CLF Freighter. Their model's down there have their own generators, they can power up instantly without diverting energy from the main complex Admiral. The corvette they got sitting in the middle of the landing field is also online now Admiral."

How damn convenient! Biting her lower lip, Camellia found herself again thinking how there was nothing worse than pirates with half a brain. The facility was also highly impressive though. Its defenses were definitely making her excited for how useful the foundry would be. Of course now the pirates were forcing her to turn her guns on them. Repairing everything will be a pain. . . .oh well. This place needs a shield generator anyway to defend against orbital bombardment. "Well open fire on them already! Give the others some covering fire as well if they launch any fighters." The Raider Admiral watched as green flashes launched from the Hammerhead's turbolaser batteries, its heavier medium grade weaponry taking aim at towers lining the complex. Without shields they would crumble after a hit or two.

Meanwhile she could hear Renald's voice coming in over the comm, as well as one of the Jedi claiming they would handle the turrets. "Renald if you wanna climb into an Aurek to try and land be my guest, but if you break this one you're buying me a whole squadron as compensation and I'll hold you to it. As for you Jedi, dirvert your attack run to the corvette, aim for the bridge or its turbolasers."

They would be able to land soon, and the turrets wouldn't last long enough get a shot at her considering they gave themselves away before her frigate was in range. Was there any other surprises though? "Captain Triure make your approach as well but be careful, we're launching a pair of Aurek to act as your auxiliary and hang back closer to us though. They'll move in if the enemy pulls another trick."

 

[Liam]

As he watched Jake peel away from the rest of the fighters, Techaro stayed in position. Too much eagerness could lead to brash decisions, so Techaro kept in formation with the other fighters. It wasn't until he heard Swift give the order to attack the Corvette that Tech finally picked up his pace. Tech watched as CLF ships were crippled as he tried to weave in and out of the very lasers that had destroyed them.

The Jawa swooped down, spinning his ship wildly to avoid the turbolasers that we're firing upon him. After nearly getting his fighter destroyed from the lasers, Tech was in firing distance of the Corvette. Locking onto one of the lasers, Tech let loose two missiles, hoping to destroy the weapon. Techaro pulled his ship up, trying to get away from the Corvette and the lasers that were on it. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Techaro's ship began shaking wildly. "Uh, Jake, I might need some help."
Tech spoke into his comm, peering out his fighter's window at the black smoke that had begun to billow out of the engine. The Padawan had been hit.

 

[Andrewza]

"Got that, I will be nice and try to not blow it up"

Swing his ship around Jake gunned it towards the corvet with his felow padwan. Deciding the bridge was his best target Jake fierd 1 torpedo towards it. It would cuase a lot of damge but should not cuase a total destrucstion. The CLF would need to know a guy who can do the repairs.

It was then that Jake got techaro's distress call. He was hit. One of the engiens seemed to be on fire.

"Techaro switch off your port 2 engien and pull back. I will draw there fire."

Jake aimed at the large hanger doors and fired 2 torpedos. The shots where not aimed well, it was only to get there attenstion. Jake then began to manvour to fire another shot.

 

[Noirceur]

Lazgraf gritted his teeth as the Duros freighter was blown to shreds by the turbo lasers. He noticed one of the Padawan's fighter was catching fire, an all too common sight in space warfare. With the corvette skimming around, this mission had just gotten a heck of a lot more complicated.

-"Aye aye, Admiral. I trust you can take care of our tails from burning? Just, how the hell did those turbolasers power up without us knowing? This is torn to hell!"-

Finishing speaking, he was forced to make a sharp loop to evade an incoming barrage of turbolaser fire. Evading it, he was then barraged by the corvettes laser fire, dropping the gunship's shields.

-"Padawans, keep close! This gunship isn't built to whitstand this kind of madness. Keep out of their laser fire and try to get through the shields!-"