Post #2
//Objective 1:// Battle of the Shipwrecks////Location://Dubrillion Orbit - Just Outside the Debris Shoal Zone (DSZ)//
//Accompaniment://81st New Imperial Fighter Group "Fel's Revenge"//
//Unit:// Destroyers Flight, 204th New Imperial Starfighter Fighter Squadron “Darkstar”
//Starfighter://
TIE/VX Vanguard
//Controlled Fleeter NPC:// Fleet Admiral Osiv Vularen (I am also RPing for Fleeting)
“Contact,” called out Destroyer 2, before divulging additional contextualizing data.
“Hi-C, Flux 9,” said the Twi’lek marking the intensity of the hyperspace fluctuation readings on her TIE’s
Hyperwave Signal Interceptor, or HSI, spoken phonetically as Hi-C by some pilots. Flux 9, was a reading of hyperspace efflux level 9 - highest level of discharge from exiting hyperspace. Whoever it was, wasn’t interested in concealing their entry into the DSZ from a hyperspace exit.
She continued, “On Six, Seven klicks, Angels 3…” Whoever it was, was right behind them, ‘on their six, and was seven kilometers back at an altitude of 3 kilometers above their position - up with the angels as the code said.
Cheapshot remained quiet, she listened to the contact details. She waited for
IFF to determine whether she would have to call for her flight to break and move for dogfighting. But, just as Cheapshot was about to make the call Destroyer 2 revealed the true identity of the contacts.
“Target Visual, 4 X-chicks, moving in our position,” Destroyer 2 confirmed. They were Alliance X-wings, X-chicks as the brevity nicknamed them. “IFF Twin Suns, looks like the Alliance just showed up.”
Cheapshot nodded and eased her fingers from the attack buttons on her control yoke. She smiled and flicked the comms line to a pre-agreed-upon encrypted channel just for join-operations between Alliance and NIO fighter pilots.
"Destroyer One, Darkstar Leader, this is Twin Suns Leader, hope I'm not too late to the party," Olen’s voice rattled over the comms in Cheapshot’s ear.
“Well, well,” Cheapshot snickered back, “If it isn’t the cavalry.”
“Negative Twin Suns Leader, you’re just on time,” Cheapshot said, “Chatter Squawk on this channel and let’s see if we can find you GA boys something to shoot at.”
“Destroyer 3 what’s your status?” Cheapshot switched to comms with the flight element of 3 and 4 who were out ahead.
“No tally, no joy,” Destroyer 3 replied, “Just more garbage.”
“....Scratch that!”
Cheapshot tensed up in her cockpit, was this it? She leaned over a bit trying to catch an eye visual of what might be called in. Destroyer 3’s tone was alert and sharp. And he didn’t play things cool like Cheapshot did. When he spotted something, it usually meant something bad and coming in hot. Cheapshot jabbed out a finger quickly from its grip on her control stick, punching some commands into her sensors to boost their scans. She switched into full active scans.
“Tally, Bandits-5, S-IMPS, Angels 1, Devils 3, 4, 5,” said Destroyer 3, “....Origin, Long-Neck, ten klicks, on twelve.”
Five Sith-Imperial starfighters had been marked, coming in from a kilometer above, and 3, 4, 5 kilometers below, or fromDevil’s vector. And to top it all off they were being deployed from a “long-neck”, an NIO designation code for Nubelan design starships. The Sith-Imperial Armada had brought out an
anti-starfighter class Nubelan and had disgorged its squadron to meet them. Cheapshot’s face was decorated with a malicious grin as she inputted commands to forward energy to her engines and moved her TIE into attack position.
“Destroyer 3, 4, buster to bandits and bait them,” Cheapshot commanded her other flight element. “Swoop them in and we’ll catch them at odd angles behind debris, copy?”
“Roger that Destroyer 1,” Destroyer 3 said.
The element of 3 and 4 exploded forward and dove into the Sith starfighter swarm, jinking and weaving, pulling the attention of the Sith towards them. They then separated to split the group a part as they chased 3 and 4 around debris in weaving bends and dives. Meanwhile, Cheapshot, contacted her wingmate, Destroyer 2 and called to her,
“We take out the S-IMPs chasing 3 and then we regroup and take out those on 4. Grab Bombers Flight and throw them the location of that long-neck!” (
Jalter Volff
Arten Jinn
)
“Copy,” said Destroyer 2 and together the two TIE’s swooped up in a sharp incline, rising above the game of cat and mouse that 3 and 4 were conducting.
They rose in a pair and when they reached a certain altitude they punched their after-burners and plummeted in a sudden dive. Acceleration forces hammered them into their seats and the visage of the crimson laser bolts of Sith fighters came rushing towards them as Cheapshot intercepted the engagement between 3, 4 and the Sith. The
Artemis class targeting computer engaged it’s Tri-Tracker Target Acquisition and Tracking (
TAT) systems.
The three layered targeting systems of the TAT caught the first Sith fighter with its primary sensor and provided a positive lock-on. The second sensor acquired it’s trajectory and the position, speed and maneuvering with the data fed into the
Countermeasures Compensation Computer (C3). The C3 compensated for any maneuvers and countermeasures providing a clean and deadly accurate target lock. The
G-003 modified Rapid-Fire
Heavy Laser Cannons were in turn primed for attack. The G-003 modification allowed Cheapshot to forward power from her engines, just as she levelled off, to her guns so that their power output was comparable to the output of a Star Destroyer's turbolaser hardpoint.
Her fingers poised over the buttons, she waited for the audio cue in her helmet. When it beeped the full target lock-on, Cheapshot snapped her thumbs down and blasted a salvo of bright green bolts of heavy laser rounds that shattered the Sith Fighter’s fuselage with the first round and then separated a solar panel with the next three. The fighter spun out and then burst into a fireball. When the kill was confirmed by the TAT, Cheapshot quickly reached for her throttle and returned power to her engines so that she could punch it into gear. She zoomed past the fiery debris of the downed fighter and banked hard right diving around a chunk of debris, just as Destroyer 2 came in diving next to pick off another fighter.
“Splash 2-Bandits,” Destroyer 2 said, “Destroyer 3, on your six.”
Destroyer 3, sighing relief, “Schitt that was close.”
Cheapshot, “Not done, yet, on me.”
Destroyer 4 had the worst of the baiting, he had 3 on his tail. Cheapshot was known for her daring maneuvers and often enjoyed playing deadly games with her flight. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were game and more importantly, skilled enough to keep up, they would have complained to their command long ago. They had heard stories from their Squadron leader Kardev Byrric about the Pirate Raids Cheapshot used to launch back in her pre-NIO days. She and her crew flew through asteroid belts and skirted Ion Storms to surprise freighters. That’s how she got her name. She never went for one-on-one nose-to-nose duels. She always came from nowhere, and always aimed for the easiest shot - the cheapshot.
The trio of her and 2 and 3 now swung around a cluster of junk that was once the bridge of an NIO vessel and accelerated to catch up with Destroyer 4. The trio separated and like before intercepted the pursuing Sith at angles from their blindspots behind the eyeball fuselages. One by one, they each destroyed their target and regrouped with Destroyer 4. But, before congratulations could be rewarded, new targets came up (
Nica Dakkar ). This time from a different ship which was moving in from a larger contingent of Sith warships (
Thaelius
).
“Going to need those bomber boys for this one,” said Destroyer 3.
Cheapshot agreed,
“Tell our Alliance flyboys we got a S-IMP fleet moving in.” (
Olen Halcorr
)