Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Controller: Xenia Nastassia
NPCs: NN-2 Front Droids  NN-K Infiltration Droid 
Objective: Objective B; slice into enemy systems.
Opponents: Thane Drexel
"Oh, well that was easy..."
It seemed her irresistible bait was just about as, well, irresistible as she had anticipated. A text-formed agreement came from the NN-2's vessel, spelled out rather slowly on the dashboard, and Detox muttered 'yes' verbally through the intercoms. Each X-Wing turned, their previous opponent's no longer the prime threat. Why battle brute beasts when another cluster of deadly ships lay in wait-- some men had to have it all, huh. Xenia cocked a short smile, then fell back into an almost reflexive control over her ship.
In one motion it would move, her Ginivex swiping hard to the right, followed by each Naboo starfighter. Holo screens began to click to life around her, plugging in information as she fead it to them and cranking out complex mathematics the likes of which no human could mimic. Systems whirred to life, and she began her leech-like control over her enemy's system. First, com channels-- jammed. Hacked. Controlled. A small icon which read 'upload complete' pinged as followed by a small burst of audio static from her own ship's speakers. With one swift and sweeping motion, she completed the transaction of data and locked down the X-Wing's source of outside communication. They couldn't call for back up, nor could they so much as choose who they spoke too.
Now they spoke to her. And she to them. <<Well, that was easy,>> she began, her voice crackling to life in the cockpit of her enemy. <<Just you and me now, X-Wing.>> It was an open frequency, so he'd be able to speak back to her, but communicating with his wing men would be another story entirely. They were each on their own now, at least as much as possible. But that didn't remove the threat entirely-- or even close to entirely, really. That still meant four cannons, multiplied by three ships, all aimed at her. Well, and her droids.
Time seemed to run more quickly than it did outside of combat, and before she knew it the enemy was upon her. The revving of engines and the high pitched groan of blaster fire as she let loose a volley towards the X-Wings and then dipped, swinging down and under while her droids did the opposite and soared higher, also releasing their own destructive power in the form of near-turquoise energy bolts. She was hardly well versed in Republic aerial tactics, but she was good enough at basic analyzation. Their formation, from the get-go, was cooperative and tight together. A concentrated spear-head attack. And the best way to defeat this, remove communication and split up. Without 'target claiming,' they would be lost to prediction and forced into taking matters personally.