[member="Dar Moraal"] | [member="P.R.I.M.U.S."] | [member="Quinncolson"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuawnsBeQM0
((Sorries! ._. I misinterpreted. And she's fairly close, yeah... like outside of the missile's blast radius (easy enough), but not shooting at you from downtown, either... in fact, her passive stealth should be pretty much compromised at that distance))
Relina stuck to PRIMUS, aileron-rolling to evade fire with a bolt glancing off of her shielding, until she saw him suicidally slam through the thinned shielding and into the docking port. "Ly'dia! Is that fool out of his mind? One to
Firedrake, you have hard-dock. He is hurting fairly badly, however... but that is one tough ship." She would bank away from the shields as they snapped back into place. The second layer was 'inflating' back into its proper position, for lack of a better way to put it. Suffice it to say, she couldn't exactly hit him like this, so if they intended to board, the
Firedrake's boarding party would take care of the crew.
Major Zhan turned to engage a group of fighters heading their way with her compatriots following behind her. She hadn't noticed the ion mine that had been left there, which seemed to veer off toward the
Firedrake. She passed it by completely as it soon detonated near the frigate's midship section, disrupting the shielding in that area. While this would have given her a window to attack the docked ship, instead she was going to mop up the fighters. PRIMUS would have his escape moment, it seemed.
As Quin came along side Archer, the Angels' number four only spared her a glance.
"Unacceptable. I will die in this ship or complete the mission. Assist, follow, or get out of the way. Your choice, make it now." she said sternly as she turned to engage the next fighter, one that looked like it was about to turn tail to yet another fighter launched from the second ship. She turned sharply to engage, launching another long-range missile at the regrouping fighter.
"Angel Four, Fox three!"
Blackout and Volcano, likewise, chased their quarry with Blackout carpet-shooting along the upper hull of Dar's ship with Ion cannons.
"That should silence him..." she said. She'd turn around sharply, spinning around before taking a missile shot at it for good measure.
"Angel six, Fox two!"
Lance was the one barreling toward Dar's general direction, intending to do what Blackout was doing. Instead, he caught a direct shot to his port wing from Dar, personally.
"Swax'if!" he swore. The shielding took some of the impact, but Dar had made a lucky shot right on the 'hinge' of the s-foil. His astromech droid was screaming in protest, which his cockpit translated as
"Port wing hydraulics damaged. Warning! Port wing hydraulics damaged. Port stabliser is inoperative, effecting repair...." Lance was spinning at this point, firing wildly. He'd try to take at least one of these fighters out if it killed him. He heard a missile lock-tone and chanced it. He fired and said in a strained voice,
"Fox two! Die you nor'ni'troia!" using the Hapan vulgarity that roughly translated to 'son of a whore'. His port wing was starting to lose pressure, making it limply fold back into a delta-position while the other remained swept forward in attack position.
"HOLLAND! Hang on!" Relina said, seeing this and a report on her tactical feed on her visor. "Get back! Disengage!" she ordered.She, herself, would take revenge against Dar. "Angels, I'm on the leader. Take out the others. This is mine! Our stealth is compromised anyway."
"yes, my Lady!" the others resounded in unison. The Angel Squadron was a close knit group and Relina was admittedly attached to all of them the way one might be to a close friend. Her sights set upon Dar, she hit her afterburners and fired a Concussion Missile at him the very moment she heard tone.
"Missile lock, on." R9's translated voice resounded.
"Angel One, Fox three!" she said through gritted teeth. To one who was Force Sensitive, one might feel that the Force was also strong with this one... but it was raw, feral, and untrained. It guided her reflexes and her intuition, perhaps, but little else. The rest was years of military training and trials by combat.
The other Angels and the additional fighters launched each selected a target among the fighters and started shooting to keep them off of Relina's back. This dance would be between Relina and Dar, a deadly waltz among the vibrant auroras of the Roqoo system in the ionised backdrop of Transitory Mists no-man's-land. Only one would come out of this duel still flying.
