Circle the Wagons!

[Kaia Starchaser]

Caravan Station. This was one of those places in ORC space that was created by someone else and just found its way here. Not that it was ever a bad thing. Kaia was more than happy to use Caravan as a frequent port of call for her bright red YT-2400. The Pulsar was one of those typical ships that was able to carry small bits of freight, or more importantly, people. She was here today on a shake down, but that was never what it seemed.

Part Jedi, part Warden of the Sky, Kaia knew that she had to answer the call. Plus, y’know, unspoken rules of the space lanes. The dark haired girl was wandering through the local rooms to her hangar and was hearing that there was a fleet of bulk freighters on its way to the Caravan. And they were being taken upon by some rogue fighters. None recognized by the Outer Rim, but not necessarily First Order. It was going to make things complicated. She sighed as she looked down at her noodle bowl. She could take it back to her ship.

Seeing the broadcast, and hearing a klaxon down the halls, she knew it was time to move. Shaking her head, she grabbed her scattergun and slipped it into its holster on her back. Noodles in hand, she made her way back to her ship, being greeted by Drifter.

‘”Yeah, I’ve got the coordinates. Seems we have a lot of critical Bulk Freighters have fallen into an interdictor field. Get the engines powered up and lets go.”

It took a few minutes but the Puslar disconnected and was exiting the MagCon Shield. Putting her bowl down on the floor, next to the other three, she grabbed the controls. “Alright Drifter, get us the course. We’re ready to go.” The droid beeped and the freighter’s starfield became that of hyperspace.


It wasn’t long, only a microjump, before the Bulk Freighters were seen. An interdictor cruiser, clearly Imperial Surplus, was there, escorted by a pair of frigates. But the crown jewel was the fleet carrier, a large Quasar Fire-class carrier. Pirate-inspired fighters were launching and closing fast. Some were already swarming around a disabled freighter and Kaia shook her head.

“Drifter, get me full combat. Weapons online, link them to the cockpit. Shields up.” She ordered as she slapped a few controls. Warning sounds came on across her cockpit as the ship zipped forward. “And put out a call for assistance!”

 

[Cathul Thuku]

"Looks like we got a call for help" the communications officer awoke Cathul.

"From where?"

"Caravan Station. Apparently interdictors are in place and the enemy flagship is a Quasar Fire"

"Battle stations! Load cluster missiles!"

Interdictors? [member="Kaia Starchaser"] would be led to think that there would be at least two enemy capital ships: the interdictor and the carrier. Athough part of the medvac unit of Therapy Command was over Dac, other units remained in ORC-land for defensive purposes. For now, she had the experimental torpedo bombers standing by for deployment, capable of hitting targets with energy torpedoes from much further away than even regular turbolasers, while the remaining Chiloon-IVs were having cluster missiles with five submunitions loaded onto them, to the tune of two apiece. Hopefully this patrol would be sufficient to engage the enemy, or so she would be led to think. The First Order seems to be much more... scared these days; what kind of attacker would even be this brave to attack this place? Ex-GE rogues? Cathul thought, while wondering what the implications were for the ORC's security. It also meant that, while she was calculating the trajectory to Caravan Station in her head, the rest of the unit would also be ready to fire. With the patrol going to lightspeed, she would have come to expect that it would get pulled out of orbit upon arrival.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer)
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate)
ANS Money (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate)

Attack craft:

60 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
36 Tsubame torpedo bombers

 

[Veino Garn]

"Flying is for kids," Veino grumbled as he guided his fighter out of Caravan station. Its engines hummed beneath his boots as the sleek fighter darted from the hangar. Coordinates had been broadcast and he'd already input them into the hyperdrive.

"This is Master Garn, en route to caravan. What's the situation?" His voice, even over the comms, would have sounded glum and unenthusiastic. He was not a fighter pilot. Yet, he had a fancy schmancy beskar plated fighter that he had barely used.

In a few moments, the fighter dropped out hyperspace and arced towards the freighter convoy. He could pick out the pirate fighters darting in and around the freighters, while the pirate flagships loomed in the background.

"We received any demands? Any intel on their identity?"

 

[Light Rises]

The ships were inbound. Even with the vanguard of the Interdictor, the wild man was anxious. The command ship for this region was a reconfigured battleship known as Ignis Tempestas. She had a few faults, including the hyperdrive. When she was on a grid with someone though, the crew knew what to do. Repurosed maser weaponry, and railguns, the Tempestas was a very fast ship. She more than made up for lackluster shields by being fast for her size in sublight, able to outrun most things, but with the weapon loadout she could fight off ships upclose and keep the larger ones at bay.

A few fighters would launch, but she kept herself with a few backup corvettes to keep smaller fighters at bay. The blue tunnel of hyperspace continued on. Warnings came through and the crew was prepping themselves for the reentry. Weapons were ready and all divisions were reporting green.

The wild man, a human in tattered leather-and-metal armor, stood on the command deck. “Bring us into sublight. Mark all enemies, and fire to disable. Watch out for our interdictor.” His tone was not as practiced as his orders. The voice was graveling, and wheezing, which gave notice to the patchmeal Yuuzhan Vong biotech that was keeping this particular captain alive.

The ship and her escorts would arrive in real space, and railguns would be firing long distance shots at the bulk freighters while masers began tracking the smaller vessels.

Spoiler

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="NPCs by Corey"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

As the ship moved in to attack the circle, her own modded Jast 1, Quantum Cutter, emerged from the edge of the system. Lucky for her she'd gotten a jump in just before the interdiction field had kicked up. Upon her return from a nearby scouting mission, with a cup of steamy caf in her hand she was not expecting this. Not at all.

"What in the nine hells?"

​

That looks chitty​

Comms chatter kicked up, weapons began to launch. She knew some of the Registries on her scopes by heart. Kaia, Thuku and a few others she had yet to really sit down and have a drink with. One hand reached forwards and kicked the throttle up, watching as the needles on her ancient analogue dash moved from green to orange. Full burn, and a good bit of strain on her salvaged TIE engines.

"Hold together babay!"

She keyed open a channel.

"Howdy folks, looks like ya'll got a pickle there. I'll move low, take some of the smaller craft. Good hunting."

The bow dipped and she weaved underneath, aiming straight fro the underside of one of the Corvettes. They were small enough she could make a dent hopefully, no big shield systems or weapons that she could yet detect.

She opened herself up, connecting her body and mind to the force as it flowed through the area. Fingers slid over twin triggers on the yolk, then pulled straight back smooth and swift.

A barrel under her bow turned, spinning at blinding speeds and the battle was met, as a shower of white hot ion beams began to punch and pierce into the belly of her target.....

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

The red lights filled up her cockpit and the whole of her iBorg piloting implant just felt that red, electric tingle of combat sensors. Her own senses were flooded with reports on the friendly vessels as the sensor locks were still keying in on the vessels that were doing the attacking. What were they? Whose ? From where? “Drifter, lock in on their incoming trajectory. See if we can’t find where they came from!” She ordered to the droid as she locked herself more firmly into the implant feelings.

Her engines came alive and the sublights rushed to combat speeds. Weapons and shields came on next, and she was starting to link in some targets as her turrets began tracking, computer driven, not all by Kaia. That’d fry her brain too harshly. She was still keeping herself in the training wheels mode with the implant. She knew people like her father could run his YT in combat mode mostly fine, but how many years did he have?

Tapping a control, she opened an all access channel to the targets. “Imperial vessels, this is Captain Starchaser of the Outer Rim Militia, you are committing unlawful strikes against Coalition vessels. Power down.” She had one ship, but she was hoping more were going to be inbound. Her droid would be sending out the call for help and providing a few bits of news. No demands, and no contact yet.

She could feel the signatures of more pilots, Garn and Raxis coming in. And the fleet not too far behind. Her weapons were warmed as the enemy fighters didn’t seem to mind, or notice. That was odd, especially for Imperials. They loved their speeches. “Don’t think they’re Imperials…” She muttered, more to herself, but realized she turned the comms to friendly.

The Force? Maybe.

[member="Jada Raxis"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Jada Raxis"] [member="Veino Garn"]

"Enemy fleet detected!" the sensor technician reported.

"Recluse, target the interdictors, Impugnment, fire at the carrier, Evil Rabbit, Money, fire at the enemy corvettes!"

"Torpedo bombers in position"

"Aurek Squadron, fire at the carrier, all other bomber squadrons, fire at the interdictors! Fighter squadrons, fire at will!"

It is a little different from the First Order, which I fought on multiple occasions, but they are closer to the First Order in methodology than to the GE, she thought. Here she just saw the atrocities unfold before her, as she was caught in the interdiction field: these enemies were indiscriminately targeting bulk freighters. And yet, this time around, the fighters were flying in front of the torpedo bombers, while being mindful of keeping clean firing lines for the torpedo bombers. Because these torpedo bombers were equipped with energy torpedo launchers set to full power, single-mount, they could unleash long-range strikes thanks to the energy torpedoes; however, the main drawback was that their rate of fire was very slow: the fighters would have time to fire both cluster missiles before the bombers would be ready to fire again. The enemy would then come unfer a hailstorm of fire of different natures, HVCs, turbolasers, solar ionization cannons, and cluster missiles fired from fighters, containing five concussion missiles apiece to be mostly directed at enemy fighters, but also somewhat directed at the interdictors.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer)
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate)
ANS Money (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate)

Attack craft:

60 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
36 Tsubame torpedo bombers

 

[Samara Raine]

Caravan Station​

ORC Space​

___________________​

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It was a stretch to call Caravan a real space station, but the cobbled together group of salvaged capital hulls and scrapped ugly ships did make for an eclectic traveling freeport and trading hub. The Station served its purpose especially in the far reaches of the Outer Rim territories where shadowports were few and far between.

The Engineer was hired and sent out from Kal'Shebbol to do maintenance work on the Station. With the last jump made by the Caravan, the slaved network of hyperdrive reactors had failed nearly causing a space catastrophe.

Cinara had just pulled a bad hyperdrive motivator from one of the units when the klaxons sounded. Thinking it was just another hull breach as they were common place amongst the Caravan with all the irregular joining of the different vessels, the Mando pulled on her helmet and kept on working. It wasn't until a few minutes later the mechanic realized they were under attack as others scurried around.

The Station was a bit screwed as it only had civilian grade deflector shields and a jury rigged point defense network to protect the most contiguous part of the structure. And to top things off, the transport that had dropped her off wasn't supposed to return for another day... Hopefully [member="Kyle Farnes"] would get his shebs back there sooner than later otherwise there would be cold nights in his future.

She doubled checked her slugthrower, then focused again on replacing the motivator. The grease monkey only got paid on finished projects and that was motivation enough until the situation changed aboard the space station itself.

 

[Miel Tevv]

The Idiot's Array
Caravan Station​

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"Well then get us the kark out of here!"

"Grand Captain, we're still a half a day out from the jump point! More than a third of our drives are down for maintenance!"

"Whose boneheaded idea was that?!" Cei Kyros growled, raising a hand impetuously to silence any of his crew foolish enough to remind their boss that he had given the order himself after the near catastrophe that had been their last jump.

Leaning back in his command throne with fingers steepled, the smuggler prince of Caravan Station examined holodisplays and tactical readouts in the crude command station which had been carved out of his personal Interceptor-class Frigate. A stray barrage of laser fire rippled across the station's superstructure not far from their position, sending a shudder throughout the ship as its inertial dampeners struggled to compensate and causing flickering glitches to wash out the Array's fourth hand miltech. Three hired hands scrambled frantically back and forth across the frigate's cramped bridge from console to console.

"Get everyone launched," he said, snapping his fingers unnecessarily as if to grab the crew's attention, "And sound an alert on internal comms. Tell em all not to panic, then run ads for station defense work, double the normal payout."

They had to draw these pirates as far as they could away from the Caravan, it had very little in the way of defenses and even a stray broadside too many could find its way towards crippling the station's superstructure or venting critical compartments. In such an environment as this, the potential for a hull breach even under ideal circumstances was not exactly low, so as soon as the las battle had begun Kyros had triggered an automatic warning for all passengers to don their spacesuits. It wouldn't prevent anyone in inflicted areas from being violently sucked out into the void, but if this kept up the station's crude environmental systems would begin to fail long before structural integrity became a real danger.

"Here goes nothing..." the duros muttered to himself, keying in the authorization sequence on his command throne to detach the Array that had been programmed for emergencies. Sparks flickered out into nothingness in the vacuum around them as airlocks were automatically sealed and their docking tubes ejected, and the Grand Captain's flagship rose like a phoenix out from its seamless integration into the Caravan's patchwork central superstructure.

It had been a while since he stretched his space legs, too long. Cei only hoped it wouldn't be the last.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Jada Raxis"] | [member="Cinara Vencu"]​

 

[Light Rises]

It wasn’t going to take them long to get caught, but the leader of the pirate group knew that the bulk freighters had a lot of equipment. The Imperial surplus Interdictor and support ships were there to throw the trail off. However the wild man shook his head as he looked at his crew. The ship crews for the ‘dictor and its support were only there to trap the bulk freighter convoy.

The Ignis Tempestas was a larger battleship and ready to disable the ships. As they hit real space, the fighters, all ‘uglies’ compared to the rest of the galaxy, were launching in waves. “Attention Bulk Freighters and defenders, you are being given one warning, power down your ships and prepare to transfer your cargo, and you will be released with your wife.” His voice had almost two tones in it, one that was the clear human tone, and another that was guttural, definitely alien in this galaxy.

Vong-forming.

“The cargo of the convoy belongs to the Sharuka.” The battleship was much larger than the smaller freighters. The leader of it ready to fight to the end. Targeting signatures were being granted as projectiles were launching into space.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

The man was running the supplies out, and he was working on his new whip. The YT-1300 was great, but the Mandalorian needed a bit more effort and protection for he and Cin. The pair were doing a lot of work as guns for hire and scouts for Outer Rim interests, however for the time they were running separate paths. And that meant leaving the YT-1300 in service and allowing Cin the chance to pilot that while he pulled a second ship from storage aboard one of the mobile shadowports the Wardens tended to frequent.

The Pursuer Enforcement Ship wasn’t the prettiest of vessels, but she got the job done in a real strong fashion. Gunmetal gray, twin repeating blaster cannons, ion cannon/jump start cannon turret, and two flex tube launchers added to the ship’s advanced shields. While she couldn’t outrun anything, not like his YT-1300, Ranger. That was why he had given the ship over to Cinara for the job she was on.

The Deacon was getting the call from the Caravan Station. The man nodded as he flipped through the next few screens. He started tapping in the coordinates for the Caravan and powered up the weapons. Opening a call up to Cin’s commlink he shook his head.

“Entering hyperspace. You going to be fine for a few?”

[member="Cinara Vencu"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Jada Raxis"] [member="Kyle Farnes"][member="NPCs by Corey"] [member="Cei Kyros"] [member="Cinara Vencu"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

Well, now he had that information that he needed. The Sharukan. He'd not heard much of them, but knew enough that they would be dangerous. Weird technology, somewhat advanced. His gloved hands flexed on the controls as he adjusted his trajectory. Well, he couldn't do anything against that battleship in a fighter. If Roth were here, then yes, the squadron could do something.

But Veino? He preferred standing on his own two feet with a lightsaber in one hand and a shattergun in the other. Coincidentally, he had both clipped to the waist of his armor. Needed to get close first.

"This Garn. I'm moving to board that battleship. Anyone want in?" He adjusted the controls and and pushed the throttle all the way forward. The beskar fighters shot forwards through the gap between the freighters and the small fleet. The broadcast was concerning, however. The voice was wrong. Vong-formed. Highly advanced, complicated technology, at least as far as Veino could decipher it.

Flak and turbolasers arced through space along with the fighters launched from Thuku's task force. Veino wove his way inside their formation, staying clear of the torpedo bombers as the formation raced towards the enemy ship.

He just needed a chance to break away and aim for the command ship. He adjusted the targeting computer and it locked onto the battleship. "Beginning my attack run."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Cinara Vencu"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Cei Kyros"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

"Enemy flagship detected, admiral; it appears that friendlies are boarding what the enemy calls a battleship"

"Ion cannons only on the enemy flagship; we only wish to score mobility and firepower kills on it. Maintain safe distance with the enemy flagship! All other batteries, repeat!"

Despite the first volley of cluster missiles taking out a good chunk of the enemy fighter screen, and also scoring hits on enemy ships, there were no killed enemy ships just yet. Maybe the second volley would be able to kill one of the interdictors, causing the debris to flow towards the other. But there was only one admiral that would actually use the order repeat to indicate to fire a second volley at the same targets as the previous one; it was typically associated with ground-based artillerists (or perhaps armor officers for those who made the distinction). Even then the enemy Imperial surplus seemed to have sustained sufficient firepower kills to only inflict light shield damage on them, and the battleship is by far the most dangerous opponent laying before her. But since the bulk of the ion fire she can put out was long-ranged, kiting was the way to go: however dangerous the Shakurans might be, putting some distance may be prudent at first. Meanwhile, the second volley of cluster missiles forced the fighters to return to ship to get rearmed for a future attack run.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) light shield damage
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) light shield damage
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) light shield damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) light shield damage

Attack craft:

55 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
34 Tsubame torpedo bombers

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="NPCs by Corey"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Cei Kyros"] [member="Cinara Vencu"]

Attacking smaller Corvette
Making run to board Battleship

She finished lobbing another couple beams of repeater blaster fire, and the belches of her Ion cannon went silent. Power core was going down a bit. She was bleeding power from somewhere. A quick glance at her readouts confirmed the worst. She'd been hit, and some of her conduits had overloaded or been severed.

"Feth me."

Not ideal at all....​

​

There was no way to take on a the Battleship now, especially since reduced power meant her Jast 1 would be slower, and lacking that backup shield genny that made it so durable.

Then a voice she recognized. Veino Garn

"Captain Raxis to fleet, Aye Copy that Veino, lets cut the head off the snake. I'm hit and bleeding power, but I'm right behind you."​

With a clenched jaw and razor thin lips, she dove, pushing what juice she had left into the TIE engines. She rolled left, and then jigged to get into postilion behind Veino, as they raced for an airlock....

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

"I read, Raxis," Veino replied over the comms, craning his neck around to get a glimpse behind. "Hit looks bad. Stay close on my tail and I'll cover." He slowed briefly to allow the wounded fighter to catch up, at least to get into his sensor shadow, even as laser fire ricocheted off the beskar hull. The ship shuddered and jostled under the impact, but held strong. "Eight hundred meters and closing."

"Thuku, see if you can shield those freighters. We can't lose those supplies." He peered out the edge of the cockpit. "Looks like they're moving to board as well. Hostile transports headed their way."

But that was all he could manage to do. The main ship and its anti-fighter guns loomed ahead. His finger squeezed the trigger, spraying the hull and guns he could see with weapons fire that tore across the hull.

"Raxis, moving in on the hangar." he ducked the nose down and around to guide the small fighter through the hangar-shield. As soon as the nose broke through, he cut the throttle and skidded across the deck, durasteel floor buckling under the beskar impact. Lasers gunned from his cannons to clear out as much as he could before the ship came to a close.

"Boarding successful. Moving to secure the ship."

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Veino Garn"]

On Board the Pirate Battleship

Jada was right behind him. As her Jast 1 Freighter hit the deck, she pressed the floor pedals, lowered the throttle and pulled a secondary lever. Chemical pods on the right side exploded, pushing her bow of course at an angle. The ship slid right, and came to miss Veinos own by mere inches.

Then the bow impacted the wall.

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Thank god for crash harnesses, She mused as she rose to collect her gear.​

From her locker she retrieved her Spacer armor, and clicked it over her black coat and trousers, faster than she'd ever done it before. She drilled the maneuver often, but she'd never been this fast. Adrenaline mixed with clarity from the Unifying Force aided her actions.

She sprinted through a narrow corridor to the cargo hold and slammed the hatch release.

The ramp dropped like a hammer, and she came down, hands up in a boxing guard. Right foot back, left forwards, hips squared.

Veino had done some good, bout half a dozen pirates were toast. One that wasn't came flying at her from behind a cargo crate, roaring and brandishing a nasty looking Vibro Falchion..

"Ungh!"

She twisted her trunk, and launched a quick series of strikes. A jab to the face, the chin, and then a right sided hook to the jaw that had her body weight behind it.

The pirates bones cracked under the force of her blows, and what was left of him took several hundred volts from the shockgloves, snuffing his life out to the sounds of crackles, and the smell of burnt flesh.

She kicked his chest as he fell, sending him tumbling from her ramp.

"Get the feth off my boat."

Then keyed her helmet comms to Veino.

"Raxis on board, moving to meet you now."

Then she took off. Towards Veino.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Cinara Vencu"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Cei Kyros"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

"Enemy boarding craft detected; they are making a run towards the freighters!" the sensor technician screamed.

"We're being hailed"

"Patch it through"

"Thuku, see if you can shield those freighters. We can't lose those supplies." He peered out the edge of the cockpit. "Looks like they're moving to board as well. Hostile transports headed their way." [member="Veino Garn"] warned her.

"Roger, roger" she acknowledged before issuing new orders to the fighter squadrons. "Fighter squadrons, protect the freighter, bomber squadrons, set the torpedo launchers to ion and fire on the battleship! All batteries, repeat!"

Although, by now, the enemy fleet was more or less relying solely on the battleship for anti-capital firepower, because the remaining enemy support ships were firepower-killed, while still somehow surviving, the enemy battleship turned part of its attention to the Recluse. But the pirates didn't bring the full firepower to bear since they only were able to cause damage to the destroyer's shields without doing much to anything to the hull. Meanwhile, Cathul had good reason to have cluster missiles loaded on the fighters that remained, since those hostile boarding transports were present in rather significant amounts. Going from firepower kill to catastrophic kill is one thing, but even with cluster missiles being fired, and with guided submunitions, there were likely to be at least a handful that would get through among the hostiles. And the volley of cluster missiles would be fired at the boarding craft, at the same time the volley of long-range ion fire, both under the form of long-range ion cannons and energy torpedo launchers set to ion mode. Because of the long recharge times of the latter, they were fired well after all craft got their cluster missiles loaded and fired.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) moderate shield damage
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) light shield damage
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) light shield damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-II-class escort frigate) light shield damage

Attack craft:

51 Chiloon-IV fighters (standard configuration)
31 Tsubame torpedo bombers

 

[Veino Garn]

"Yeah, I hear you, Jada," Veino answered, stepping out of the cockpit of the fighter. The lightsaber crackled to life in his hand and he deflected a blaster bolt back to the shooter. The shattergun at his hip roared in the other direction and bolts slammed into one. "Bring any heavier weapons with you?"

He ducked behind a durasteel box as a blaster bolt echoed off the metal, before spinning out and pulling another trigger. Another pirate slammed back into the deck, and darted through, ducking beneath some blaster bolts to move up alongside Jada's ramp.

"On your left," he said quickly as he ducked behind the hull again. "Let's push up. Secure the bridge."

 

[Light Rises]

“Intensify the firing patterns. I don’t want them getting in.” The ship had a mixture of Vong-tech and standard galactic tech and was firing at anything coming close. Her weapons took too long to recycle themselves to fighting the smaller craft that were coming in. The captain was shaking his head. The protectors were using their smaller vessels with a purpose.

“Sir, we have confirmed reports of boarders.” A deck officer stated.

“Very well, deploy the guards. No quarter.” The captain muttered, turning his attention back to the fight in space. “Destroy their lead freighter.” He ordered. And outside, the intensity of the firing would focus on the designated freighter, no quarter, and just mercilessly as it broke the shields.

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Below decks, teams of troopers were moving, some with blaster rifles, other with amphistaffs, but all with a mixture of Vongtech and cybernetics, glowing red eyes, or extremely alien, as they began searching deck by deck for the invaders, heading right for [member="Jada Raxis"] and [member="Veino Garn"]. They would be meeting with the invaders between the hangar and the bridge. They’d hear the sounds of blasters warming up, and the hiss of amphistaffs. Four of each.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Her freighter moving a bit quicker. She was getting signatures on the fighters and not knowing what she could do. “Working on some escape vectors for the freighters.” She announced. She was a Starchaser, sometimes it wasn’t always best to fight, but to run, and she knew her way around hyperspace. "Can anyone get between the freighters and the enemy?"

“Caravan Station, copy?” She called as she brought weapons down to null and maxed out her shield. The Pulsar could take a bit of a pounding. “Drifter, get the station’s attention, and keep us on an evasive path.” She ordered her droid as she spun her seat around, getting herself face to face with the navigation controls. Reaching out to the Force, the ship was moving and she was feeling the glancing hits on her shields.

But she was focusing. Escape vectors, unique for each ship. The Force was guiding her movements as she reached out beyond the realm of the system, to the next and the one after that, her hands moving to punch in coordinates. She had an idea, hopefully it would pay off.


[member="Cathul Thuku"]
[member="Cei Kyros"]