- Commander: Admiral Sulik Aviccu, Outer Rim Coalition
- Nebula II-class Star Destroyer designated D1 (hull 75%, shields 95%)
- Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M1 (hull 75%, shields 50%)
- Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M2 (hull 100%, shields 85%)
- Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M3 (hull 100%, shields 85%)
- Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K1 (hull 100%, shields 100%)
- Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K2 (hull 65%, shields 100%)
- Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K3 (destroyed)
- Nagata-class heavy corvettes designated X1 (hull 100%, shields 100%)
- Nagata-class heavy corvettes designated X2 (hull 50%, shields 0%, retreating from unknown ‘weapon’)
- Total capital length: 4550m
- All starfighters launched or launching (14 squadrons)
Comms reception was still, by design, down. All the way down. That hostile transmission wasn’t getting through - but coordination, apart from the details of the Starburst tactic, remained a challenge. And not just coordination.
All that to say, by the time Jerec and corvette X1 knew X2 was in trouble, the other corvette resembled a tin can. A spark and a flare told him X2 had just lost its shields, too. Good thing it remained, like the other ships, too far away for the Sith guns.
But not too far away from the unknown weapon. Some kind of MCPS, maybe? Those were supposed to be mythical. An extreme-range tensor field? A nauseated fear roiled in Jerec’s gut as he considered the stronger possibility that this was a Sith Lord at work, one strong enough to reach out and grip a starship from outside turbolaser range.
On the other hand, it looked like the weapon or Sith Lord could only target one ship at a time. X2 was in real trouble, but -- he squinted at the long-range sensors -- K2 had cancelled its retreat with the pressure off.
On the other hand, that silver lining objectively sucked. Given enough time, whatever-it-was could pick off the smaller ships one by one and kill hundreds.
But on the other hand, the Sith commander had just run out of time entirely.
Admiral Aviccu’s scarred flagship D1 exited hyperspace behind the XoXaans, as the Sith had no doubt anticipated. It did so, however, at long range, where it couldn’t shoot the XoXaans nor the XoXaans shoot it.
And it appeared in a cloud of dozens upon dozens of starfighters.
Comparable fighters poured from the other ORC ships. Two hundred fresh, undamaged attack craft, significantly outnumbering the XoXaans’ ten-squadron contingent, began to close in from all directions. The Sith pilots might have the discipline to maintain precise and risky formations while under the noise of the sustained EM probe bombardment, but that had only been half the probes’ chaotic job.
The other half was to unutterably bork both visual and sensor-based targeting of the incoming fighters, giving them real cover to close the gap without getting torn apart. The capital ships’ last wave of hundreds of EM probes offered further cover, racing ahead of the fighter formations. All of the above, sans capital ships, closed in on the Sith battleships at the heart of the bubble.
A Nagata-class corvette torpedo bomber could pull 60MGLT, comparable to a bomber. Nothing special, but enough to join the charge. As X2 peeled away to potential safety, Jerec spun X1 and dived toward the red ships.
He couldn’t do a darn thing about contacting the other ships, not with external comms down, but he routed his personal music files through X1’s intercom. He knew they felt as he felt. This had been part of the plan.
Strident war music blared out through X1’s cramped halls, representing the enemy: implacable, seemingly untouchable. Sensors indicated that, despite the ongoing bombardment from the heavy cruisers’ long-range turbolasers, no enemy ship had taken damage. Not so much as a scuff on the paint.
But as the starfighter hellstorm converged on the big ships - none of which had any gun smaller or more maneuverable than a heavy turbolaser, totally unsuitable for surviving small craft - a lonesome and defiant fiddle wove its way into the harmony.