Pirating the Pirates [Mando Confederacy Mission]

[Loco]

Uncharted Asteroid Field
Ison Corridor
0230 Galactic Standard Time
"Pirating the Pirates..."​

"Get Ready!"

"Stand up!"

"Check equipment!"

"Sound off for equipment check!"

(The sound off is positive)

"Shuffle to the ramp!"

"Stand in the ramp!"

...

"Oya!"​

It was always an odd sensation, those strange seconds that felt like hours when you were in free-fall. But every time instinct and muscle memory took over and your body reacted like it was supposed to, and before you know it you're on the ground with a light thud and a puff of space dust. This particular landing wasn't nearly as rough as her approach to Tekshar Falls had been on Kuat, Arya thought. This one was quiet and careful, the exact opposite approach of the massive snap raid on the Alliance stronghold she'd led over a decade ago. A quick glance around showed her that the rest of the commando's had landed in a pattern across the rocky valley of the asteroid. The only audible sound was her own breathing echoing in her helmet as her armor recycled the air, cycling in the oxygen reserves from the tank on her back. A small blue digital readout populated in the corner of her HUD, counting down the amount of air she had left. The backup tank gave her several hours, but it was a long hike across the asteroids surface to the Pirate bases entrance. Arya slowly pulled back the charging handle on the silenced slug thrower slung across her chest, ensuring that a round was chambered. The clack of the handle sliding forward was totally inaudible in the vacuum. The only sensation was biting cold that worked its way into even her temperature regulated suit- Zero G work was uncomfortable, and she knew she had to get moving before she froze. A silent wave of the arm set the team into motion- no point in risking short range communications yet- as the stealth Haranov faded into the distance, a barely discernible black smudge against the background of stars.

It had taken weeks of work by scouts to pin down the probable location of the Pirate base, and even more stealthy scouting and risky, quiet scanning runs to devise the current plan of attack. The Rebellion was too busy elsewhere to devote resources to this endeavor, and the Confederacy couldn't risk a blind attack with their limited resources. Spending a great deal of money and effort retrofitting one of their several Haranovs had presented a solution. And now, here she was, freezing and breathing filtered air as she stalked inexorably into a pirate den. Arya couldn't deny it was a bit of a thrill- one she hadn't felt in a long time. There wasn't anything else in the galaxy quiet like a high risk stealth infiltration with a troop of Mando'ade commandos at your back. She scanned her immediate surroundings, wary of the possibility of early warning devices planted by the pirates, and then caught sight of aliit'alore Delmon Skyblade looking back at her from a few dozen meters away. She wondered what the man behind the blank face plate was thinking.

Arya gave her wrist chrono a double tap and held up two fingers for her fellow Alore, then pointed magnetic West from their position. Two hours out...

@Seanna Vel @T.J

 

[T.J]

Delmon's jaw tightened reflexively as he dropped through the empty void of space. Anyone who happened to be looking at his vitals at the time of their departure from the Hanarov would see a quick spike in his blood pressure and heart rate, only to subside as quickly as they had arose. He had never liked space, not in all the years of his military service did he find any sort of familiarity or comfort in it. The helplessness of it all unerved him, to be at the mercy of the cold and unforgiving environment did not set well with the Mandalorian. Coupled with his recent mission during the second battle of Fondor and his almost expulsion into the inky black of open space his secret phobia had grown considerably. His one great fear of dying not at the hand of a worthy foe but instead to the cold grasp of space had almost become a reality. None the less, when he was asked to take part in removing the threat of piracy from the sector he accepted without hesitation. His skills in stealth and espionage would be invaluabe to the operation, denying his fellow Mandalorians said skills due to some silly irrational fear was out of the question.

Touching down onto the rocky surface with an inaudible thud, Delmon formed up with the rest of the squad towards the middle of the pack. He saw no sense in moving to the front until they actually entered the facility. His skills were more or less useless in open vacuum where there was no need to quiet their movements. His armor had been recently repainted, its exterior coating mirrioring the endless flat black of space. With him were his normal armaments, all mag locked to his armor plating with their casings and sheaths similarly painted like his armor to help mask his heat signature. On his lower back was an external oxygen tank, granting him several more hours of air than he would have normally been afforded. It could be jettisoned from his person at a moments notice, and most assuradly would be once they had made it inside the pirate stronghold.

Silently he moved in sync with the others Mando'ade with only the sound of his own breathing to keep him company. He caught Arya looking back his way, giving her a simply nod and nothing more. By her mark they had a couple hours of walking ahead of them and no way of conversing with one another for fear of alerting their enemy. It had the makings of an uneventful trip to the facility, though he was sure once the fighting began it would be anything but.

 

[Loco]

Arya could practically taste the sweaty, swampy environment developing in her sealed off helmet. It wasn't that the distance was great- a few kilometers at best- it was that trudging along in the barely perceptible gravity of the asteroid took loads of concentration and careful movement. The base was a typical example of such deep space installations, laser carved into the rock of a large asteroid and fitted with an over sized artificial gravity generator and tractor beams to stabilize the its drift pattern and ward of other large space rocks- in fact, it bore a striking resemblance to the Rebels Vergesso base, albeit significantly smaller and lacking shipyards. It was one of these large exterior tractor beam generators that the commandos had selected as their target. In truth it looked more like a small planetary defense cannon as Arya looked up at it. She approached cautiously, though she was quiet sure there would be no external monitoring devices outside those looking for mechanical failure. In deep space, structures like this were rife with Mynocks, and she could already see several of the silicone based vermin trying in vain to latch onto something through the generators armor- holo-surveillance and motion detectors were weak point the Mynocks would latch onto and destroy on too regular a basis to make the system worth it. Most deep space bases relied on high end sensor suites and their natural camouflage to keep safe. Silly pirates.

Arya flipped through the various visual modes on her HUD, checking thermal and infrared spectrum just to be sure, then sidled up to an armored vent cooling the tractors internal workings. She slung her carbine and produced from her belt a pre-cut roll of detonite tape, which she quickly and expertly applied to the outer edges of the vent, overlapping the ends. She wedged a small remote detonator into the center of the upper most strip, ensuring a symmetrical burn as the thermite explosive ignited. She cleared away several steps, silently motioning for the others to do the same, then looked away as she activated the detonator with a neural command from her helmet. As opposed to a spectacular explosion, the result was a rather subdued hiss and white hot fizzling as the directed charge violently burned a neat whole into the vent frame and quickly burned out due to lack of atmosphere. without significant gravity the now loose grate simply loitered in place until Arya pulled it free. Perfection.

The vent was neatly man sized, likely doubling as a maintenance shaft. It would be a tight fit for some of the larger armored commando's but Arya fit nicely. Before entering the vent she motioned to two of the Commandos pulling rear security while she worked for them to move on ahead. The pair immediately and silently took off across the rocky plain toward the bases main hangar. They were the Mandalorians back up plan, and were equipped with jump bags full of Thorium Charges and shoulder fired mini-concussion missiles- if the control room couldn't be breached or the interior team was compromised they would sabotage the hangar entrance, either ensuring that no one could make it out or by venting it manually, preventing access to any ships the pirates may still have stationed here.

"Oya!" Whispered Arya quietly through her external speaker box as the rest of the Commandoes stacked behind her, ready to enter the vent. She shouldered her carbine and switched her HUD into low light mode, took a deep breath, and slipped into the vent.

 

[T.J]

Following close behind Arya and the other commandos into the vent Delmon remained silent as the group of armored warriors slowly but surely inched their way through the cooling duct and deeper into the inner workings of the massive tractor beam generator. It was a tight fit, nothing too uncomfortable however as he had gotten used to crawing through less than ideal locations. The close quarters quickly gave way to larger maintenance tunnels, which in turn spit the group out facing a airlock that was sure to lead deeper into the facility. Gently moving past his fellow Mando'ade Delmon knelt before the airlocks command console and was about to begin removing its face cover so that he could slice into its systems before abruptly stopping.

The fools. Their systems were entirely unencrypted. Whether they were foolhardy or entirely stupid the outcome was the same. A few strokes upon the consoles face and the airlock opened with a hiss and no complaint. Glancing back towards the others Delmon could only shrug before standing once again and moving into the airlock. Within the small room several rudimentary space suits lined the walls, which most likely were used by the more tech savvy pirtates to perform repairs on the exterior of the station. They were quickly removed to save space, the room dividing the vacuum of space and the rest of the facility was clearly not desgined to fit a squad of Mandalorian warrior. With a pop and a hiss, the group was treated to breathable air for the first time since they left the confines of the Hanarov.

They were also met with a startled technician, who had clearly come to the wrong place at the wrong time. The unfortunate soul wasn't even able to muster a gasp in shock however, as Delmon flung the knife he kept hidden underneath his shoulder bell right into the pirates throat in the blink of an eye. Lunging forward just as quickly he grapped the man and drug him into the airlock, shoving him up against the wall beside the door before unlocking the maglock on his rifle and moving to the opposite side of the hallway beyond and back out of sight. The element of surprise was still on their side, for the moment at least.

 

[Loco]

"Ugh, finally." Arya breathed a sigh of relief as the seals of her armor hissed, equalizing pressure with the airlocks atmosphere, making her ears pop and- more importantly- letting in some freshish air. "Heven't done thet in ewhile, yeh? A quick couple hou's end it already smells like a Taun-Taun in he'e."

The outer airlock door whisked open, revealing the startled and very quickly dead technician, Delmons knife protruding from his throat. The blank faceplate of her helmet concealed a disappointed scowl that he'd scored first blood, but she quickly brushed the thought aside and pushed into the hallway facing opposite of Delmon. As expected they'd found their way into a long, dimly lit maintenance shaft dotted with similar airlocks to the one they'd just passed through. The coast was clear for now.

"Probebly checkin' the open airlock." She nodded toward the fresh corpse. A computer terminal glowed dimly next to the airlock and she clicked her tongue at one of the commandos. He stepped forward, producing from his belt a small slicing pad and set of cables, which he connected to the terminal. The rest of the team fanned out into the hallway, taking cover in the shadows of the bulkheads that braced the smooth bored rock walls. Long, agonizing seconds ticked by as the the slicer made his way into the system, until finally the warrior gave her a thumbs up.

"What cen you give me?"

"Uploading schematics now, I'll tight beam it to you HUD's. It's a local terminal, everything on the network outside this section is read only."

"What about powe' o' comm's?" Arya emplored, looking for whatever advantage they could gain before they pushed deeper into the station. The tech shrugged.

"Only in this section Ma'am." Even as he finished the words there was a loud crack, and the already sporadic lighting died, leaving the commandos in a total blackness that none of them minded in the least. It took several seconds for dim red emergency lighting to highlight the deck, casting eery shadows in the blackness but doing little to cast enough light to see by. "Uhhh... emergency generators aren'tlocated in this section. I can spike the stations comm system with white noise for a bit, but I can't touch them if they have hand helds."

"Ehhh, I'll take it I giuss. Any ideas?" She gestured to Delmon. The techs tight beam upload finished, and small blue map populated in the lower right corner of her HUD. With a neural command she enlarged it into the center of her display. The riot of color and information took a significant amount of time to become accustomed to, but items like this paled in comparison to the amount of information she could be bombarded with while she was dog fighting in space. The quiet conversation they'd been having was interrupted by the sound of distant cursing. Arya spun instantly toward the sound, leveling her carbine don the hallway past Delmon. She stalked silently past her counterpart and took cover behind a bulkhead opposite him, the rest of the commandos staggered behind them.

"20 creds says it the borkin' Mynocks again."

"Nah, we sealed off the last round o' breaches, it's just the gennies dyin' again."

"20 creds?"

"Pfftt, git stuffed. RICH!"

The name echoed loudly down the enclosed space as two glow stick rounded a corner a few dozen meters down the corridor, the light casting even deeper shadows than the emergency lighting strips. Their beams were cast down at the floor, not out, and thus served little purpose other than lighting them up as targets. Arya lolled her head sideways at Delmon as she lined one of the men up in her sights, her meaning clear despite the darkness and her faceplate. Amateurs. Soon to be dead amateurs.

"Feck Rich, I hope the bishwag fell down a shaft down here."

Arya held up three fingers in the darkness, and her enhanced audio pickups could practically hear fingers tightening on the triggers. Three... Two... One...

 

[Chask274]

Aaron stood on the bridge of the Haranov, watching the various holo-displays and readouts, observing the progress of the infiltration team. Until the signal was given, the gunship would maintain radio silence and quietly lurk amongst the asteroids, tracking the commando team as it worked it's way across the surface of the asteroid towards the pirate base. Aaron hated this part of the job, as there really wasn't much to do until the ground team reached the base and got inside. He spared a moment to look around at the bridge officers, all of them Mando'ade, and couldn't help but grin to himself. It had been far too long since he'd seen this many vode working together to do some good. He was still surprised that the Confederacy was doing as well as it was, and it felt good to know his people were making a comeback.

Dressed in his new armor, Aaron pulled off his t-visored helmet and clipped out to his belt before turning to address the bridge crew. "Alright, when the ground team makes their move, power up shields and weapons, deactivate the stealth systems, and move within firing range. Do not fire unless fired upon. Oya?" A chorus of acknowledgements rang out, and Aaron grinned. It had surprised and honored him to be selected to command the air support for this mission. He hoped to use this opportunity to prove himself to the Confederacy and it's leaders. Two of those leaders were on the ground team, so that part may be a bit easier.

 

[T.J]

Delmon raised his rifle in usion with Arya, taking her cue and leveling his sights on the man opposite the one she was targeting. Had things gone his way they wouldn't have even needed any ranged weapons above maybe a pistol, striking hard and silently did not require large caliber munitions after all. Regardless his finger fell upon the trigger of his rifle as he counted down in unison with his companions. Two cracks rang out and two bodies fell to the ground, the shots muffled by silencers but still audible to any actively listening.

Silently shifting out from behind cover Delmon moved up on the two cooling corpses and moved them out of sight and up against one of the airlock doors. He looked over the layout of the facility as it appeared on his HUD as he did so, taking note of any key areas or other points of interest. Dropping the second body against the bulkhead, Delmon looked back to the others while remaining crouched. " Way I see it we can either take it slow and steady to avoid detection, or carve a path right through the middle. We risk not being prepared when the bulk of their forces return if we take the quiet approach, but they might call them back regardless if we take the more direct route. "

Standing he aimed his rifle low and he turned to face the others. " Comm's should be a priority unless we plan on steamrolling them, can't call for help if they're all dead. Regardless we need to get moving. Personally I vote the slow and steady approach. " Moving a bit more forward he ducked back behind another bulkhead, training his rifle around the corner the two men had come from.

 

[Loco]

Casings skittered across the decking as the bodies crumpled to the floor. Arya moved up with Delmon to cover him as he stashed the bodies. While the Alor spoke, Arya also spent a few moments studying the layout. The base was rudimentary, composed of wings separated by task- hanger, loading docks, and storage in one section, living accommodations in another, hydroponics to sustain the crew, the control room, the medical bay, and other such amenities in the last. The generators were insulated under thick layers of rock "below" the rest of the station, and along with stretches like the one the Mandalorians were in now leading to all manner of secondary systems and defenses, were accessible from all sections of the station- this was likely a safety measure ensuring that the vital systems were accessible even if access was cut of from one location or another due to some catastrophe. In this case it worked to the Mandalorians advantage. They could move through the systems and engineering access corridors that intertwined around the main thoroughfares of the base, avoiding most foot traffic until they exited nearer the command room. She plotted a course on her HUD and uploaded it to the rest of the team.

"I like slow end steady, yeh?" She said with suggestive emphasis and a grin that no one else could see.

A quick search of the dead pirates before the team moved on yielded a pair of handheld short range comm links. Arya deactivated one and quickly tied the pair together, speaker to receiver ends- when the second communicator was activated the interference would be earsplitting, at least until comm link holders subjected to the noise changed their frequency, but she'd still get a momentary distraction out of it if needed. She turned the volume down on the second and left it activated to monitor the pirates local traffic, of which there was apparently very little. The chrono in her HUD showed it was just after 0400 hours galactic standard time. If the crew of this station followed convention, that was the time zone they would be operating on for a deep space hideout devoid of natural sunlight- there was no local time for them to adhere to. That gave the Mandalorians a short window of time where most of the station was still sleeping. Judging from the schematics of the living areas, the place housed less than 100 permanent crew at full capacity. More than enough to give them a chance against the Mando's through sheer weight of fire if it came to it- better not to give them that chance.

They moved near silently through the corridors, stopping occasionally only to clear intersections and when movement was heard in the main thoroughfares. While narrow, the access areas were easily navigable, and they encountered no further resistance. A few calls went out on the stolen handheld comm inquiring about the trio of missing pirates, but it clearly wasn't alarming enough for the "night" shift personnel who were likely irritable and too ready for their bunks to want to investigate. Suggestions were made over the open comms that they were probably either drinking or sleeping. Finally, they approached another bulkheaded door- this one would enter them into a main corridor that connected directly to the control room a few dozen meters further down. The Commandos stacked on either side of the door. Once outside in the main thoroughfare they would have to move quickly to maintain the element of surprise. Arya unfastened the closures on her grenade belt that contained her concussion grenades and clipped her makeshift noisemaker in easy reach. She clicked off the safety of her rifle and looked to Delmon.

"Oya?"

 

[T.J]

Delmon nodded in confirmation, readying his own weapon he slammed his off hand against the door controls. The doors opened with a soft hiss as the small metallic object that was once in Arya's hand sailed into the opposing hallway. Taking a deep breathe Delmon steeled himself for the firefight that was sure to come. Giving a short " Oya " of his own in the brief calm before the storm, he attached a bayonet to the end of his rifle in preparation for close quarters combat. With the sound of the inevitable blast that followed the group nimbly shuffled through the open doorway, weapons at the ready.

The commandos were met with minimal resistance as they entered. Anyone close enough to the door that could have stood a chance had become disorientated by the concussion grenade, easy prey for the Mandalorian fireteam as they swept through the hallway towards the control room. Those fortunate enough to be further away from the blast had a already taken cover closer to the doorway to the control room, intent on keeping the Mandalorian assailants from reaching their target. Delmon rushed the closest enemy position, breaking away from the pack to gain a foothold further down the hallway. Turning into the doorway that had been the pirates makeshift cover he caught his opponent by surprise, before the pirate could even raise his own weapon Delmon was upon him. Burrying his bayonet into the unfortunate man's chest and lifting him off his feet. He fired a sinlge round through his torso before wrenching his weapon to the side, flinging the corpse out into the open hallway and leaving the Mandalorian with acceptable room for cover.

Putting his back to the side of the small alcove, he tipped his gun around the corner to present as little target as possible and began providing suppresive fire for his comrades.

 

[Loco]

Arya was barely a half step behind Delmon, firing at what few Pirates there were in the hall. They went down quickly, but now the element of surprise was gone. As slipped into the door frame and began providing cover fire Arya swooped through the door and into the command room itself. She came in low and fast and immediately button hooked right, then put two rounds into the chest of a man who moments earlier had probably been asleep in the corner. Before the blaster in his hand had even clanged to the deck she spun, facing into the rest of the room. A flurry of scarlet energy bolts peppered the bulkhead above her as one of the quicker pirates swung a blaster carbine her direction. Lucky she was short. A short burst put him down and a signature rolled behind one of the consoles sets spread across the room brought her temporarily out of the enemies line of sight. She popped back up in a crouch and leaned around the edge of the console, tracking a line of fire up the torso of the nearest man, then pivoted to target his partner. For a brief moment it looked like the second man might get the drop on her and get a shot off, but he suddenly buckled under the fire of one of her compatriots streaming into the room behind her. Arya stood, carbine shouldered, and quickly scanned the room.

"Clea'!" she called out. The entire affair from entry into the hall to the clearing of the control room had lasted approximately 45 seconds, and already blaster burns scarred the walls and slug thrower casing and spilled caf littered the deck. At least eight men lay dead. None of the Mandalorians reported injuries, outside of one sprained ankle- cause of injury; a clumsy trip through the bulkhead.

 

[T.J]

" Excellent work. " Delmon's tinny voice echoing off the metal walls as he let his own rifle hang from its sling. He saw no need in remaining within the confines of their shared comm channel, their presence was sure to be known to anyone in the immediate vicinity of the facility after the brief firefight. He had waited for the others to breach the command center before following them through, ensureing they all had a clear path to their objective witthout the risk of attack from behind.

Coming to a stop infront of one of the many consoles spaced throughout the room he booted up the device, setting his rifle beside it as he began scanning through the facilities systems. Glancing back to the doorway they had entered from, he made sure all the commandos had entered the room before sealing it and every other entrance into the command center with a few key strokes. Turning back to the glowing screen he tapped the fingers of his off hand idly as he accessed the facilites life support systems. Unbeknownst to the other pirates in the station, their lives were all collectively going to end in a single instant.

A final input sealed their fate. Simultaneously Delmon shut down the base's life support recirculatory system and vented the atmosphere from the entire station save for the room he and the other Mandalorian occupied. In a matter of minutes they would be the only things in the asteroid base still alive. Not the most exciting way to end an engagement but undoubtedly an effective one. With his job done, he picked his rifle back up and re-attached it to its sling as he turned to face the others. " Job here's done. Let's call the rest home and finish the job. "

 

[Loco]

Arya dropped into a rolling chair and pushed off, skidding across the control room to the comm station. A quick flurry of of fingers across the board brought up a list of commands- the control boards previous occupant had his life cut short before he was able to lock the console. Arya highlighted and activated the bases pre-set distress beacon. Whatever alarm klaxons were not already blaring due to the sudden depressurization started now, painting the control room in amber flashes. To the great relief of the other commandos, she deactivated the sound. From there she typed in a quick message, punched in the frequency for the Gunship that delivered them, and pressed send- it was essentially a digital thumbs up. Success. Phase two is go.

Arya spun a circle in the chair, rifle spread across her lap. They might be in for a bit of a wait while the Pirates rushed back to their base.

"Well... anyone pack a cu'bikad board?"

@Chask274 @T.J

 

[Chask274]

Aaron had been splitting the time he spent waiting between looking at the bridge's displays, and tinkering with his gauntlets' attachments. He was just on the verge of getting bored when one of the officers called out that the base was venting it's atmosphere. By the time Aaron had crossed the bridge to the man's station, Arya's message had been recieved. Looks like it was almost showtime. "Alright, bring sensors up to full, we'll want to be ready when they return."

Thankfully, it wasn't more than 15 minutes later when sensors picked up 10 contacts entering the asteroid field. Aaron had a simple message sent to the infiltration team via tight-beam transmission, "Showtime". A second later, and the pirates arrived. The group consisted of a CR90 Corvette, 3 well-armed freighters of various models, and a formation of half a dozen fighters. Most of the fighters were older model X-wings, although there was a single ARC-360 leading the pack. With a hum, the Haranov's sublights kicked on and brought it within range of the base and the pirates. "Load the forward launchers with ion torpedoes, protons or concussion missiles in the rest. Open an audio-only channel to the Corvette." After a pause, the communications officer nodded at Aaron, who turned to face the viewscreen. "Attention pirates, my associates and I have taken your base over, and killed your men. I'm giving you one chance, and one chance only, to surrender or we will open fire on you. You have thirty seconds to respond."

There was a brief pause before the turbolasers on the CR90 opened fire, raking the forward shields of the gunship with bolts of energy. "I'll take that as a no. Return fire." Half a dozen missiles streaked from their tubes as the fighters moved to screen the Corvette. Two of the X-wings were vaporized outright by direct hits, while the remaining four missiles slammed into the side of the Corvette, rupturing it's portside shielding. Turbolaser fire quickly tore apart the corvette's comms array, two of the single turbolasers, and mangled a few of the engines before several ion torpedoes completely disabled the pirates's flagship. Smiling at the effectiveness of the attack, Aaron gave a final order. "Destroy all other ships."

In the chaos that ensued, one of the freighters managed to make it to the hangar of the base, and dropped off a dozen vacumn-suit equipped pirates, who quickly started making their way towards the command center.

 

[Loco]

"Oya indeed..." Arya scoffed as chaos ensued outside the hangar. It'd hadn't taken nearly as long as she had feared, but they had taken the less appealing option. Had they simply surrendered, many of them may have survived the encounter. Her fingers danced across the stations weapons console- although, weapons was a bit of an exaggeration. It strictly controlled the oversized tractor beams that both held the base in place and defended it from stray asteroids. Against the unsuspecting freighters the Haranov hadn't wasted, it was hell. Any thought of out maneuvering the Haranovs further volleys were dashed as they were yanked about by the weapons grade tractors. Unfortunately, they weren't quiet fast enough to stop a load of pirates from entering through the unclosed blast door of the hangar in vac-suits.

"Well, you cen't always git a flawless victory, yeh?" Arya shrugged to Delmon.

@T.J @Chask274

 

[T.J]

" I commend them for trying to retake their station... " Delmon spoke idly as he examined his weapon. " Their kind are more likely to cut and run. " They had several options at their disposal as to how to remove the new group of pirates from the station. Some, like locking them into a corridor and simply waiting for their sutis oxygen supply to run out would take time. Too much Delmon was willing to spend on the matter. A far more direct approach was to simply engage them and wipe them out, which would allow the engagment to end much quicker. Moving to the exit of the command room he gestured for several other commandos to follow him. " Let them come, I along with a handful of others will circle around them through the service tunnels and attack from the rear as they reach the command center. We will pincer them between our forces and wipe them out in one crushing blow. "


Giving Arya and the others a nod he and his small band quickly departed, disappearing into the service tunnels they had used to reach the command center in the first place. Being in a vacuum meant they had no worry of alerting their foe to their presence, allowing them to move with haste. Before long they were behind the small pirate force, shadowing them up unitl they reached the main pathway into the control room. Without delay Delmon signaled Arya and the others via comms before the group of Mandalorian commandos attacked, blaster and slugs lancing towards the pirates with deadly percision. Even glancing blows would be fatal, as any breach in their vac-suits would spell their quick and painful end.

 

[Chask274]

Laser fire filled space between the remaining pirate ships and the Haranov. Aaron stood before the main viewscreen, thinking of his next move. While the gunship did have superior weaponry, the pirates outnumbered it...Aaron was pulled from his thoughts by the sight of one of the freighters sharply veering off-course, straight into a volley of turbolaser fire. "Looks like they've got the tractor beams working" Aaron remarked with a chuckle. It's shields flared for an instant before failing completely. The freighter itself didn't last much longer, as a single concussion missile connected with its engines, turning the entire ship into a fireball.

The remaining two freighters were quickly dealt with in a similar fashion, leaving only the four fighters still whizzing about. They were just fast enough to stay clear of the Haranov's turbolasers, and their pilots were just competent enough to outmaneuver missiles. Opening a channel to the base's command room, Aaron spoke up. "Would whoever is manning the tractor beans please target those fighters? We're having a bit of trouble taking them out."

 

[T.J]

Sandwiched between two opposing fronts of automatic fire courtesy of the Mandalorian commandos, the small band of pirates were quickly cut to shreds. With their deaths the station was once again soley populated by Mandalorian forces, leaving those aboard the simple task of helping thier companions outside finish off any stragglers. Delmon caught the transmission on his helmet's comm system just as he had the other commandos that had followed him re-entered the command center. Before he could reach a terminal however Arya was already typing away, spounting something he could only partially grasp as she did so. Though he would never personally tell her, he only really caught about sixty percent of whatever she was saying.

Giving her a simple nod he shouldered his weapon, leaning against the wall as the tractor beams outside began throwing what enemy figher craft still survived about at random and into the surrounding asteroid field. Opening the channel he spoke to Aaron, meaning to confirm the completion of the mission. " All hostiles taken care of on our end, should be the same out there in no time. "

 

[Chask274]

With the starfighters now unable to properly maneuver, the Haranov's turbolasers and missiles quickly made short work of them. "All hostile craft are disabled or destroyed, thanks for the assist. Their Corvette is still in decent condition, however, I'm going to take a team over and clear it's crew out. Will check back in when the task is complete." With a signal to the helmsman, the gunship was brought alongside the CR90, and the docking tube was secured in place. Approaching the airlock with half a dozen commandos at his side, Aaron gave the signal to breach. A moment later, and the BreachMaster Thorium Charge blew a neat hole in the door. The tean's pointman tossed a pair of smoke grenades through the hole, and then went through himself. The thick smoke, while not a problem to the IR-equipped commandos, completely blinded the defenders, giving them little chance to retaliate effectively.

A short firefight later, and Aaron's team made it to the corvette's bridge. A quick look at the internal sensor readout revealed that the pirates had foolishly put everyone they had into defending the airlock. Opening a comm channel with the base, Aaron transmitted a simple message.

"Corvette is secure. Mission accomplished."