Baby, It's Cold Outside. [Rebels vs Sith] [Csilla] [mostly finished]

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis divided his attention as he became aware of another Sith - one that was most likely concealing his presence up until now. The Force could staunch some of the bleeding, but he didn't have the time to focus on healing himself. There was business to attend to.

Unfortunately, he was separated from business by a wall of fire. Is there no end to this one's bag of tricks? The bullets flew past him - the rebel's accuracy was impeded by the smoke and flame that obscured the enemies from one another.

"Captain, shut the blast doors - sections 2a through 2f." His voice was that of a predator when he spoke into the communicator.

"If we seal them, we won't be able to send security forces to respond!"

"Do it. Don't ask questions." He had no doubt that one of that terrorist's toys would be able to cut through the barriers, but it would buy him time. Time he needed to show this lout that technological terrors are nothing compared to the power of the Force.

He raised both hands, and swung them outward in a wide gesture. The incendiary gel receded, and there was a sound like rushing air. An acolyte could part the flames, but it would take concentration to do so. Trystis's wound began to leak blood, a dark stain spreading out from his flank. He cursed under his breath, falling to one knee.

Trystis rose, stumbling at first, before propelling himself around corners and down hallways in an unnatural flurry of movement. Soon, he could see them in the distance. [member="Oddball"] was already engaged with [member="Lord Ajihad"]. He rushed past them towards [member="Blane Nightfall"], closing his eyes...

[member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Blane Nightfall]

As soon as he noticed Oddball behind, Blane suddenly stopped then watched the door that seemed to be closing, he suddenly ordered one of the soldiers to find a way to open the dooras he begun to aim at Trystis and shoot without letting the time to pass, with an AR-47 and his wonderful shooting skills it was a good enough advantage, but one that porbably wouldn't last too long, he had to find a way to either kill either slow down the sith. Yet he still had his grenades with him... Which gave him some crazy ideas that may actually work. There was a little problem since he had to defend the one trying to open the door and wait for Oddball, for some reason he doubted the dith assassin would keep him busy for long, he was a tough guy and hard to kill.

"They took the ship, didn't they?" He thought for a moment when another crazy idea got into his mind, this one actually implied some boom maybe too much...

[member="Oddball"] [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Sannika Brynn]

She scampered along the shiny hangar floor like a little an ungrateful gazelle, her lekku streaming behind wildly as she made like a YT-1300 out of a space slug. She was small and she was fast; agile and just difficult to target in general. But her rifle and flightsuit that was as baggy as Hammer Pants kind of hindered her from achieving her maximum velocity, the lower half of her attire ruffling and her automatic weapon chattering as it rattled within her grip with each of her speedy steps. Go go go go go!

Despite the weight of her gun and the awkwardness of her clothes, if she were being clocked at an official track meet, Sannika still probably would have come close to breaking a record of some sort. She was used to sprinting to her fighter anyway, but she had never had a Sith on her tail(s) before.

She was only a handful of steps away from the ladder leading up to the bird of her choice when the racket of tumbling containers drew nearer--then physically became a problem. Whirling her face about to note their location, the twi'lek was shocked to find two large crates rumbling her way. She swerved to dodge one of them, but the second caught up to her and tore through her flightsuit, shredding the legs and cutting into her ankle. The tukian tripped and wailed as she slid underneath the nose of her targeted starfighter, rolling onto her back and aiming the AR-47 ahead. "I'm down! I'm down!" she cried over the Rebel comm channel, sucking in gulps of air to alleviate the pain and restore oxygen lost in her sixty-meter dash. A streak of blood trailed from where she had been knocked down to where her right foot was as evidence of her injury.

Tears and sweat mixed and streamed down Brynn's face. She did not want to die. Not like this. Not so close to her goal. Not in the hands of Sith.

But she must be brave.

"You're clear for takeoff, Rogue Lead," she said, voice artificially calm but quivering. "Rogue Three, standing by."

[member="T'zanith Zebron"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Oddball"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Oddball]

The good thing about smoke and fire was that it didn't matter if you were stealthy or cloaked, the movement through the smoke, the way the fire bent around a body, they were all clear indications that somebody was moving and Oddball had caught those subtle signs. He knew there was one of those stealthy types that preferred to do their killing from the shadows. So when he jumped up in the air in an attempt to surprise the clone he was more than ready for him.

Ducking down and combat rolling to the side of the narrow hallway that the Sith assassin somehow managed to jump up from, Oddball grimaced in pain as when he was rolling past the assassin. He was in a rush and didn't tuck fully, and as a result he had lost his pinky and index fingers from his right hand. Hurray for lefties, boo for third degree burns.

His lost fingers hit the ground and he yelled in pain, but he couldn't stop there, he had to keep moving and get his men home no matter what. Oddball was in the zone and he quickly calculated a plan, grabbing two of his three particle shield grenades he quickly pushed the buttons on them since they required thumbs thankfully, and tossed them in front of the approaching Sith. They quickly activated creating a five second barrier in front of them that encompassed the entire width and height hallway from top to bottom, which was enough time to get the second part of his plan in action.

"Fire in the hole!" with a thermal detonator oddball tossed it at the door followed by the last particle shield grenade. The grenade instantly expanded followed by the explosion that pushed the blast door open just enough for them to fall out of it one by one.

Absorbing the kinetic force merge grenade dissipated and he and his men were once again free to move. They had to get to the hanger right the hell now. He was starting to run out of tricks and fast. Booking it they had a good twenty meters until they reached the next door, sadly though this blast door looked a lot tougher.

"Parker! Wrist launcher!" Oddball yelled loudly as he tossed another grenade followed by a mini rocket that hit the door hard enough for it to bend inward. That was it, their door to the hanger.

"BLANE! GET IN THE HANGER WITH THE MEN! I'LL HOLD THEM, GET TO SANNIKA NOW!! THATS A BLOODY ORDER!!" Having his men funnel through the door Oddball loaded up a new magazine to stand his ground against these guys.
[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

All of war is seeing openings. A subtle slip in an opponents stance. Or in this case, a smoking, rocket-blasted hole in the wall. For a brief moment, he thought about the punishments he could inflict on the captain. Then he thought about the punishments that would be inflicted on him by his master.

"No." He said hoarsely. "Get back here!"

He hooked his hand like a claw and sent out tendrils of his will, sending a message through the Force. A message for [member="Blane Nightfall"]: The kind that would wrap around his throat like a tightening noose, pulling him back to him through the air.

[member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Oddball"], [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad growled as the particle shield activated in front of him. As much he he dislike being blocked, there was nothing he could currently do about it. It was blatantly clear that [member="Oddball"] was force dead, which sort of crippled Ajihad's ability to fight him. However, the shield was soon down, and he continued on. He quickly saw there was another particle shield, and had to wait another painful five seconds.

As it deactivated, the Demon's Fist stormed into the hallway, only to see Oddball blocking his way. But, as he was about to attack, Vi'kas had an idea. He subtly used to force to close the end of the blaster, preventing any slugs from escaping. It was only a small change, so the rebel hopefully wouldn't notice it. He then used the force to squeeze the gun's trigger, unleashing a full-auto storm of the explosive slugs. Except, the slugs never made it out of the gun. They would only make it to the end of the barrel, where they would explode in a blaze of glory. This would most certainly destroy the gun, and it was very likely to injure its user as well.

[member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Trystis Ray"]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

There was one thing the Sith assassin didn't know about the lil monster submachine gun, it was a .38 special. And a .38 special had a hell of a kick to it, and firing off a round in a unprepared hand meant that the weapon was not going to stay there. The weapon kicked up immediately in Oddball's arm taking him by surprise as bright red shrapnel and chemicals exploded in the air. Luckily the tungsten carbide didn't hit his flak vest but the brass from the shrapnel did.

The gun now with the barrel ruined dropped to the floor and Oddball flew backwards, his body slamming into the broken blast door. He coughed and checked his flak vest, his breathing slackened as he moved his hand to check his chest. Pulling his hand back it was red, that was never a good sign. The shrapnel had pierced the best but was only imbedded half an inch or so into his chest and lungs. So any more hits to his chest those shrapnel pieces would be headed into his squishy bits, he could feel that he still had control and wasn't bleeding bad. But he could see the two Sith getting ready to stop Blane and his men, one of which looked like he was focusing in to hurt their chances. So oddball had to do something he really didn't want to do, at all.

"This is gonna suck." using his HUD he marked the two Sith on his targeting system and pressed down on a plunger located on his forearm.

There was a robotic hum that grew louder and louder until a good fifty or so Wasps exploded from his forearm canister and headed towards the two Sith to swarm and sting at the open spots of their armor such as the neck, armpits, anything that was even remotely exposed.

Grabbing his back up pistol aka the The Good Samaritan He raised his hand up weakly and felt himself phasing in and out of consciousness. He was done, unless someone was carrying him out of that blast door he was going to hold off the Sith as long as he could as the others escaped with the goods.

*cough* "Blane!! *Hack* get the hell out of here!" Oddball said as he took aim at the Sith now under attack from the mechanical wasps.

Pulling the trigger on the massive gun Oddball fired the first shot at Assassin's creed, then the next at Suzy Q. He was feeling sweet sweet unconscious starting to take him but he had to hold on for just a little while longer.

*cough* blood began to pour down the side of his mouth as he yelled one last time to Blane.

"GO!" He said firing off another shot.

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis felt his concentration shatter as the first metallic creature stung him. His grip on the Force, already fragile, receded inward. [member="Blane Nightfall"] was released from his hold. It was all he could do now to keep conscious - to keep alive. His eyesight swam with black spots.

"You... you little - " He staggered forward, swatting the droids into bits of metal. There was a sound like a roar from another trinket of that creature's, and he leapt to the side a second too late. His left arm hung limp at his side, a mess of smoke and blood. "I... like you." His visor fell off, revealing a manic, pain-crazed grin. Each wound filled him with the roil of power that was of the Dark Side. "I think I'll try and take you alive."

He closed the distance between him and [member="Oddball"] in two steps. He couldn't hear anything except a whining hum in his ears. The poison in his system made him feel at once weightless and like his limbs were shot through with burning lead. At this point, it almost felt good. Make this count.

He lifted his hand. He could muster one more blow before he lapsed into stupor. There was a feeling like a noiseless thunderclap as he struck for the head, with the power of the Dark Side behind him.

"We can talk more when we wake up." And then, he saw white.

[member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Allies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies: [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

Thane got the call from [member="Oddball"] about buggin out. Thane fired off a few shots and ducked into a corner and from there sprinted for the hangar once he say the sign pointing the way. The troopers were following behind Thane, taking pot shots. Thane shouldered the scattershot and drew both of his pistols and returned fire when he could.

Once in the hangar, Thane found a Chiss military shuttle and shot the workers in the knees. He didn't want to kill them, but they were in his way. He hacked the console, disabled the tracking device and fired up the engines.

"This is Wild Turkey, I've secured transport and am waiting in the Hangar. Engine is running and troopers on my tail, so move your arses!!"

Thane hovered the shuttle and spun around so the laser cannons could take out the troopers on his tail and to cover his allies escape. A few troopers turned the corner and were obliterated by the cannons, which kept the others back and away from death. Over the comms, Thane heard that Oddball was going down, he fired on the hangar doors and opened the way for his allies to reach him easier.

"Everybody get down!" He called over the comms.

As soon as the got down, Thane lit up the hallway where a pair of Sith and their troops were standing against his men. The laser cannon would shred anyone who didn't get down, cutting them in half.

 

[Mythos]

Allies: One Sith.
Enemies: Rebel Scum
Location: Skies of csilla

Animus came as soon as the distress call was heard. He was in the neighborhood anyway.
Zipping through the Sky in the Z-95 Headhunter he called in on the coms.
"This is specter one in the Sky. No Bogies are leaving the sector. on my watch. what is the Status of the situation"
With that he swooped down to get a better look of the Battlefield.

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane was caught by surprise by the sith trying to pull him back, lucky with Oddball who sacrifficed so much to see everyone getting out alive. He wouldn't leave anyone behind, but in this matter there was no choice, Staying meant trouble for Sannika, leaving meant trouble for Oddball the difference was, leaving was an order. One that he would respect and after that take revenge upon sith should Oddball die. He and his men ran as fast as they could to the Hangar arriving in a very short time, it was so easy to see what was going on Sannika was indeed down and a sith making problems. It was enough for him to make sure that he was NOT going to loose anybody else and that in Oddball's honor, he WILL complete the objective, he told the men to move around the dith away from his eyes and get to Sannika so that they could get her back to the ship. Blane was about to do his part, as a soldier who's shooting skills are amazing and had the element of surprise, he figured it's his job to distract this sith, so he begun shooting bullet after bullet at the sith running closer to him should he see Blane in time, it would be impossible to deflect so many bullets with a lightsaber, Blane knew he couldn't kill him that easy, nor he hoped to, to make him angry and distract him was exactly what he wanted, not matter how much force attacks would launch at him no matter how many wounds will he have, he won't let the sith have any other man.... or twi'lek in this case.

He regreted he couldn't do something for Oddball, but one thing he was sure of, if he died there, Blane will keep fighting, he will keep hunting, the only thing that kept him foused was the thought that if Oddball died,he will make sure that one day the sith shall join him.

[member="Oddball"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] @T'zanith Zebron

 

[Shaddi]

He heard the coughing and crying of the first he had hit with his power and moved toward the sounds, after telling the chiss soldier to get to cower and to leave it to T'zanith as he didn't want to be responsible for any chiss dying near him. for one it was bad diplomacy and two he had a certain admiration to the chiss and their reserved defiance to anyone not of their world but enough about that there was still that wounded Twi'lek schutta to deal with.
If everything had gone as it should have the Miralukan chit would be unconscious in the cockpit of a ruined fighter. He moved so he was in a direct line of sight to [member="Sannika Brynn"] and ignited his gross-guarded saber as well as smiled towards her. "You know shooting someone who's talking is very bad manners young lady. Now Tell me what your purpose here is and I'll see to it you won't get daddy's belt~" He said with an eerie glee as he walked towards her, she was wounded yes which would make her running away futile at the least but T'zaniht was fighting through the pain at his side from the shots earlier and he could feel trickles of the warm liquid best kept inside one's body leak down his side, inside his clothes.
With a wave of his hand he made sure to hold the gun of the girl pointing away from him as he walked towards her.
His intention wasn't to kill her, heck if she cooperated he might take her aboard his ship and drop her off at a non sith aligned world nearby, but right now he could feel there was much more going on that simply two girls taking fighters out for a joyride and he could see other sith pop up all around him in the force. Having taken an extra com from the chiss soldier he heard [member="Animus Malgus"]'s transmission and smiled. "Good, be advised that two tried to take fighters out of the Hangar and it seems there are more insects heading towards the hangar as well." That last part was simply for Sannika's ears as he was halfway to her when A door to the the hangar suddenly dented outwards and [member="Blane Nightfall"]'s men came pouring out and T'zanith let out an annoyed grumble.
Then the bullets began to rain down towards him, what a fun KARKING day this was turning out to be. Instinctively he moved out of the way of most of them, he thanked the force he had inherited his fathers Miralukan reflexes as he dove for cover. He panted a little as he was in the cover and could feel the bullets shredding his cover bit by bit. Pain suddenly kicked in and he felt it his shoulder, forearm and thigh were clipped and his leg had a bullet in it.
Part of T'zanith snapped then as he also saw one more take over a transport and begin raining down fire on anyone stupid enough to try and get into the hangar. He stood up ignoring the pain as best he could but failing to do so as he then screamed out in a scream empowered by the force and his emotions, sending out a shock-wave from him, sending all manner of objects not tied down flying in every direction. "THAT IS KARING IT!" He screamed as he then snapped his fingers and raised his hands, electrocuting as many as he could see before him, the Lightning coming from bellow their feet, Sith barrage was such a lost art.
He sensed Blane's wish to not leave anyone behind and he would work on that, If he wanted to get out of this he'd pay the price for crossing not only T'zanith but every sith in the facility. With his hand raised towards one of his men he shot out a pure Lighting bolt that shredded the robes and left black marks on the fingers and some spots of the forearm. The bolt would go right through the trooper and leave a gaping, crispy hole in the troopers chest. "You won't save Everyone Not While I Still Breathe You Terrorist SCUM!"

Allies - [member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]
Chiss aligned forces- [member="Miad'rien'navruno"] [member="Chaf’anta’natrano"]
Enemies - [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Yusan Fenn"]
Playthings - [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus smiled hearing the familiar voice of @T'zanith Zebron
"You don't catch a break do you Zeb?" Animus Chuckled and banked right hard on the direction of the Hangar. Animus Activated his Com signal to all frequencies.

"No one leaves this hangar, Be advised this is Specter one, No one is to leave the Hangar. Any Ship Emerging from the Hangar will be shot down, Repeat Any ship friendly or otherwise unidentified coming out of the Hangar Will be shot down, this is not a Drill.

Animus put both hands into the Joystick of the Z-95. He loved this fighter, ever inch as good as expected... the name was well earned.
Now Animus Switched to the frequency that Zanith called him on. With a switch he muted any other interference, a little trick he had picked up while hanging with Scoundrels in Slave auctions that allowed for a... Private Conversation.

"T'zanith, Listen. There is a Bounty on every single one of these Rebel Scum." Animus now began his air sweep around the hangar, Flying hundreds of feet in the air in a circle to get the drop on anything that came out. "Try and catch a at least two of them alive, and we will have enough credits to buy a fleet of Corellian Corvettes."

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane watched as poor man's life was extinquished then frowned deeply, he was no jedi, but he won't fall into this obvious trick, the others depended on him and he won't fail as soon as the other few soldiers reached Sannika they begun taking her in the ship, Blane ran all the way incredibly fast, he not being hit by Thane's attack, he seemed like running for his life now that the sith got out of the way to cover, he hoped the sith would attack him melee since he had the perfect idea on giving the sith a nice boom. It didn't matter, revenge had to wait as soon as he got in front of the ship he yelled at the soldiers "Faster, get the funny-lekku to safety!" That said Blane shoot few bullets around mostly hitting anything else but not soldiers, rather next to them obviously attempting to keep them busy. As soon as everyone was inside he also went inside the ship with sad expression "Im sorry Oddball..." He thought while the remaining soldiers got the ship in the air and went into the lightspeed as soon as it was ready. "Benefactor, this is Nightfall, we've got Sannika, Oddball remained behind but I doubt they killed him. It will have to be a slaughter to get him back, Benefactor." He said in his communicator while approaching Sannika and attempting to give the first aid.

[member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"]

 

[Oddball]

[member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

With the heavy gun wavering in his hand Oddball chuckled slightly as he hit the Sith with the previous few shots. He was growing weaker and the gun that weighed so little before was now the equivalent of holding a boulder in his left hand. As the gun moved side to side and oddball's vision blurred he fired another shot at the approaching Sith, of course missing far to the right due to his current state.

"Hold still... He said as if he were a drunken mess slurring his words.

Another shot rang out missing far left of the Sith, his arm fell no longer being able to support the weight of the gun. Coughing once more he hacked and put his injured arm against his chest his breathing becoming deeper and slower as the black began to swallow him up.

As the Sith came closer to only a few foot or so away, Oddball had his chance to finish off the weakened Sith. Hacking and wheezing hot flashes of pain spread across his chest with every heave of he torso. Weakly bringing up his arm and hand Oddball gritted his blood stained teeth and looked at the crazed Sith dead in his eyes from beneath helmet adorned on his head.

"Eat a @&$%." He said with another cough his pistol now only a few inches from the Sith.

With a last squeeze of the trigger there was going to be a loud thunderous boom, then a sea of red from the backside of the Sith. Only that never happened, there was only the sad sound of a hammer hitting an empty cylinder. The gun clicked and oddball took a massive punch to the head.

The weapon dropped from his limp hand and he fell to the ground completely, his body laid down against the wall his legs sticking out towards the Sith. Everything fluttered for a moment as he tried to gain his bearing and come back to reality, but he wasn't strong enough. Darkness came to him and soon unconsciousness took him to place where dreams wouldn't dream, and darkness reigned

 

[Ras'kala'han]

The captain - her name far too long for the average off-world visitor to hope to pronounce, was not a woman of action. She wasn't a warrior. But she did what needed to be done, and that was why she lead her troops when they spilled into the hallway to apprehend the rebels.

"Status report - now!"

"We've got two live ones ma'am. The Sith, Acolyte Ray, and one unidentified trooper. He's in our armor, but he's not ours."

"A rebel." No - that was a word her new Lords didn't want used. "Strike that. A terrorist. Keep him under with some anesthetic, and keep them both stable. Both need urgent medical care. You two - do that. The rest of you, to the hangar. Go, go!"

"Yes."

I need to get off this world. There's no way I'm sticking around to answer to a Sith for this fiasco. She looked as the two were carried past. She liked the efficiency of these One Sith, but seeing them in person chilled her spine, and knowing that they liked that chilled hers more. As for the the insurgent, she could never sympathize with [member="Oddball"]. He was as much a monster as that Ray fellow, but just in a different way.

But if he was what he was, then he would be taken to Stygeon. And they all had heard the stories. So she could at least pity him.

[member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Animus Malgus"], [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Shaddi]

As he watched the transport leave the hangar he reached out with the force towards [member="Sannika Brynn"] as he watched after the transport. "I'll find you again little tailhead." He whispered into her mind just as he lost the connection. With a smirk he looked towards the wreaked fighter, seams they left someone behind. Calling in [member="Animus Malgus"] with the comlink he was smiling a little. "Yeah seems I never get to catch a break Animus but that shuttle that just left the hangar... damage it lightly and put a tracker on it make them think they've escaped, we are going to need to know were the terrorists came from so we can pay them back for this a hundred fold." He told to his fellow acolyte as he began to walk towards the wreckage that [member="Juwiela Melec"] was inside of.
He stopped however as several troops flooded into the hangar and some pointed their weapons at him. "Spare your munitions and get your captain here now." He spoke in a calm manner, even though he wanted to start throwing them around the hanger to vent his frustration and anger out on.
His own ship was a bit damaged but it was still flight worthy, though in a need of some basic repairs and a new paint job to be certain. Moving one of the debris over to sit on he sat down with a heavy sigh and the realization he wouldn't be getting up again without help given his wounds. His side, shoulder, forearm and thigh were bleeding as well as his leg and other side had a bullet lodged in them. He had to fight not passing out but he managed to do so even though every fiber of his being was screaming for the sweet release of unconsciousness. "Also get me a medic!" He yelled at one of the soldiers who flinched and ran off to get what T'zanith had asked for.
Spitting out a spittle of blood on the floor he sighed, followed by a wince from the pain, apparently he wasn't allowed to breath. "This day sucks but at least I know we have one prisoner or perhaps two... hope I didn't fry her in there." He mumbled to himself as one hand clutched his side to stop the bleeding while the other fondled his Tonka amulet in front of it. Chit it was empty...

[member="Trystis Ray"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus nodded has he drove into a nose dive and before hitting the ground banked up using the momentum to boost his speed and get behind the Vehicles Six o' clock.
The shuttle was not a light vehicle, was not meant for dogfights, to out maneuver or to escape the shuttle they had taken was a transport gunship, necessary to accommodate all their "friends."
Looking on in their Six o'clock he knew he had only a few moments before they made the jump on to hyperspace...
The Z-95 did not have a tracker device adjusted to it's concussion missiles. Animus never thought he had need of one of those, he cursed under his breath, maybe he could damage the ship enough to shut down it's power supply and be able to follow them either way, he would rather face T'zanith's wrath than let this scum espace.

Anq 2.4 targeting system Announced a lock before Animus Triggered the Joystick's fire. Linked Triple Blasters shot at the back of the Ship. Animus Called upon the Private com to @T'zanith Zebron "That is a Negative Zeb, i do not have tracker loadout, i repeat i do not have tracker loadout on this ship i'm taking them down" while pressing the blaster fire he switched on to Zone Com.

"Attention Rebel Scum, Land and surrender or you will be shot down and killed" He did not think the Threat and offer of capture would do much to deter their attempted escape , so animus Engaged full thrusters he was on that Ship and was not going to be shaken off. A Veteran Dogfighter Animus made up for his lack of Force Skill and Hand to hand combat. With half a decade of Experience in the cockpit of a fighter.

"R6 lock on concussion missiles"
*R6 engaged Concussion missiles and ready to fire*
*Anq 24. Targeting system found lock*



@T'zanith Zebron [member="Trystis Ray"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Contrary to what some liked to believe, it was a touch difficult to bring down a starfighter. This was a ship designed for war, and by the Sith no less. It was meant to take a beating, and could likely stand up to a graze or two with a turbolaser before the shields were brought down to inoperable levels. A few crates and a barrage of lightning would certainly slow down the vessel, but reducing it to scrap would take a bit more finesse and a rather talented pilot. Juwiela had been flying since she could see over the dash of her parents' ship, and had been Rogue Leader for a year or more. She had flown what were likely some of the most dangerous combat missions and lived to tell the tale. In many respects, this was just another day in the life of an Alliance pilot.

The crates would have likely unbalanced the ship, with the lightning glitching the systems...had she not already been out of the hangar beforehand. As it was the attacks inflicted little lasting damage to either the ship or the pilot within. And for that she was thankful. It wasn't in any of their interests to be taken prisoner today, and it already weighed heavy on her mind that [member="Oddball"] had been captured. The next order of business would be breaking him out, but right now she was more concerned with returning to friendly space and assessing their options. It wouldn't do well to rush into things headlong with no real idea of what they were up against. Anyone with a bit of sense would know it was best to assess their options beforehand.

"Good to know most of you Rogues decided to show up today." It had taken a few minutes, but she thought herself familiar enough with the fighter to handle it in a combat scenario should the need arise. "The goal right now is to get out of dodge. Wild Turkey, I'll be flying escort to your shuttle." Shortly thereafter the transport the Rebels had commandeered jumped to lightspeed, though it seemed one of the Sith was trying to play tagalong. Before following after she sent off two missiles in the pilot's ([member="Animus Malgus"]) direction, making the jump herself shortly after. Sticking around wouldn't do any good, and she wasn't intent on a dogfight today. That would come later, when they didn't already have more to worry about.

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[Mythos]

Animus had to react quickly. The Rebel Transport was getting away.
*R6 Went Nuts detecting missile Missile lock *

"Don't worry R-6." Punching thruster Speed into Max he brought the Z-95 headhunter.
"R-6 Divert all power to thrusters"
directly behind the Rebel transport who was currently preparing for hyperspace jump. "On no you don't!!!" Animus yelled as Let loose the Concussion Missiles while Executing an Alerion Roll and Nose Dive that averted two Missiles that locked on to him. No way the missiles would miss, he was close enough to spit at the Transport, and the lock on was perfect.
"They won't be making it anywhere anytime soon, Now the Rogue Fighter..." Animus laughed
Banking hard executing a J-turn (herbst Maneuver) in 6.5 seconds "That's a new record..." Animus Mused at his Ability.
Nose first in the direction of the Rogue Fighter who was also heading out for space.
This one might actually make it... unless...
He Pulled hard on the joystick, Nose Parallel to the ground, the G force Planting him in his seat and R6 going crazy warning him of resistance G force that could Break the Ship.
Break the Ship he would... but not let these rebels escape without a little something to remember him by.
200 yards. Flicked on the Joystick blaster fire.
"I have you now" Animus allways wanted to say that. [member="Juwiela Melec"]