Objective: 2 - Smuggle in aid
Location: Lothal Orbit
Tags:
Brooke Waters
"Master Sykes, I'll take point. The Preybirds will keep people off. Mobquets, let get moving!"
Audren had no idea how his name was known, let alone how his ship had been detected. If it had. The transmission had come from the other yacht; maybe their sensors were sharper than normal, maybe his own stealth systems weren't as nice as he thought, or maybe he'd just been detected via the Force and the woman knew him. Whichever it was, he didn't answer. Comm transmissions were some of the easiest sources to track and he had no intention of breaking stealth before it was time. But maybe...maybe he could help anyways.
"Andrell, take us in. Drop stealth when it's no longer useful."
The two crew members traded glances, then one of them took over the approach. The Sephi's attention turned to the console beside him, his fingers flicking through menus and selecting options. When the other two felt the whir and
clunk of a hatch opening, they looked at each other again, then back at him.
"Sir, you're aware that firing a missile will also disclose our position."
"Not this time. Keep on heading in."
There was the barest
hiss of escaping gas, then two seconds later the port sealed itself again. No missile streaked away from the vessel and there was no tone to indicate a targeting lock. Instead, the Jedi sat back in his acceleration couch and unfocused his eyes, seeing only the sensor board in front of him. Below the vessel, an inert missile began to move. It hurtled at the Bryn patrol ships that were moving to intercept the oncoming convoy. It didn't curve to keep them on target however. He was by no means a combat specialist but had learned some basics of space combat from
Roth Tillian
and was well aware that plotting a course towards something that was moving meant there would be a nice long arc of continuous corrections. One could get around that by trying to anticipate the target's vector.
Vector prediction would have been simple since the enemy vessels were flying in a straight line. Audren wasn't going for that though. He instead slowed the missile once it intercepted the desired vector, then turned it to mark his best guess of said vector. Telekinetic manipulation at the distance of a couple kilometers was less than precise after all. At that point he removed the mental block that had prevented the missile from lighting off. Just about the time that the first patrol craft started shooting the missile sparked to life. There were limits to how smart he could make it but he'd done his best: it would ignore vessels flying traditional IFFs and would look for what they'd been able to see of the Bryn ships' profile. It would be shooting up
behind the Bryn so it might do something...on the other hand it was more or less headed for the convoy. Hopefully he'd programmed his parameters in correctly.
Coincidentally, the moment the missile blazed to life on the sensor screens was only three seconds after the
Sûl dropped stealth systems. Forty seconds prior the fuel controls had been switched away from TibannaX and the crew had timed the drop with the normal fuel output coming online. Only two seconds after that the vessel slipped through Lothal's atmospheric envelope. As his senses returned to the present situation the elfin Jedi saw that Andrell had chosen his approach angle to avoid any fiery streaks across the sky that might gather attention, and the computer displayed a flight path that would take the vessel through a canyon that intersected with a cave opening leading to the Broken Horn's underground base. It wouldn't be long now until they arrived.
Skajin var Imret
and his mercenaries. 
