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The captain's voice provided updates as they occurred...which meant there were a couple words here and there. A couple glimmers of light that suggested starfighters. Yet no video signal was piped through. When asked, the captain explained that the sensor officer - as the most knowledgeable in that discipline onboard - was working on it. Just as the image flickered on-screen the captain's voice sounded again. More business-like this time...he was a retired military man after all.
"Contact. Capital ship deploying starfighters."
Audren was about to ask who's they were when he saw the Twin Tail launch. His Force senses were far from comprehensive at this distance, but he could feel the Force being brought into play. It was time to launch and join the party.
"Plot a micr"
"Contact. Additional fighters dropping from hyperspace. Combat initiated."
"Good. Plot a microjump to the outskirts of the skirmish area, transmit to the fighters' nav computers. Launch in thirty seconds."
He was out the door as soon as physically possible and headed to his fighter. Minor brushes of Force-enhanced agility allowed him to avoid the two surprised technicians, their droids, and munitions boxes scattered along the ground. He was up the ladder and seated in the cockpit in short order, engines flaring online in an abbreviated checklist. The bay doors lay closed before him, but the faint glimmer of the magcon field became visible as the doors opened and space was revealed. Despite the urgency of the situation a combat launch would not be performed - he wanted the Vespira's crew to survive. Instead there was a deft touch of the repulsorlift controls to bring the ship off the deck and deposit it into the void, then he kicked in the thrusters.
"Jump plot transmitting now."
In a matter of seconds the solution was laid in, Audren was joined by his wingmate, and the hyperdrive was engaged. Fractions of a second later, the two fighters dropped out of hyperspace...several light-seconds away from their intended destination. The Jedi let out a hiss of annoyance, but the wingmate simply began recalculating. The navicomputer installed in the Limemlin-class fighters was not powerful; it was meant to get them from point A to point B without fancy maneuvering. The microjump calculation took several minutes to complete and both pilots watched in annoyance as the dogfight waxed and waned. Finally it was completed, and the starfighters flickered from realspace and back in.
This time the jump had been accurate. The timing couldn't have been better either, as the two fighters were dropped neatly behind two TIEs chasing an Alliance fighter. Blue cannon bolts flashed through the distance, and what had been two fully-operational starfighters - and two lives - suddenly became fiery gas clouds. The two fighters banked towards another set of enemies - not that there were many left now - and the Sephi opened a comm channel on Silver frequencies.
"Sorry we're late. Hador 1 and 2 reporting."
Without warning a light glared to life on the heads up display. Target lock. There was a split second of hesitation as Audren checked with the Force, and in that length of time laser cannon bolts started spitting all around. Only two contacted his shields, an indication that the target jammer was working, then his head was left behind as the fighter twisted into evasive maneuvering. One enemy: above and behind. Basic tactics would have the two Hadors split, one acting as target while the other splashed the enemy. Instead, the Limemlin's throttle was cut almost entirely as the fighter was stood on its side. Further manipulation of the stick brought the nose around so it was upside down and backwards relative to its flight path...and was now hunting the hunter.
The enemy pilot was obviously not a rookie. Instead of hesitating or trying to duke it out he accelerated and passed over his target. The Jedi was not locked in position however, and continued maneuvering to bring the nose back in line with the path of travel. At that point the thrusters were re-engaged and the starfighter slid into place behind the TIE. Cannon bolts were unable to find purchase however, but then matching triplets intercepted and carved through the port solar collection panel and cockpit.
"Nice shot, two."
"Couldn't let you have all the fun. Main party is back this way."
The second Limemlin looped around and took the lead position, then angled back in towards the main furball. The number of fighters were thinning out, and it looked like more than a few had already begun heading dirtside.
"Contact. Capital ship deploying starfighters."
Audren was about to ask who's they were when he saw the Twin Tail launch. His Force senses were far from comprehensive at this distance, but he could feel the Force being brought into play. It was time to launch and join the party.
"Plot a micr"
"Contact. Additional fighters dropping from hyperspace. Combat initiated."
"Good. Plot a microjump to the outskirts of the skirmish area, transmit to the fighters' nav computers. Launch in thirty seconds."
He was out the door as soon as physically possible and headed to his fighter. Minor brushes of Force-enhanced agility allowed him to avoid the two surprised technicians, their droids, and munitions boxes scattered along the ground. He was up the ladder and seated in the cockpit in short order, engines flaring online in an abbreviated checklist. The bay doors lay closed before him, but the faint glimmer of the magcon field became visible as the doors opened and space was revealed. Despite the urgency of the situation a combat launch would not be performed - he wanted the Vespira's crew to survive. Instead there was a deft touch of the repulsorlift controls to bring the ship off the deck and deposit it into the void, then he kicked in the thrusters.
"Jump plot transmitting now."
In a matter of seconds the solution was laid in, Audren was joined by his wingmate, and the hyperdrive was engaged. Fractions of a second later, the two fighters dropped out of hyperspace...several light-seconds away from their intended destination. The Jedi let out a hiss of annoyance, but the wingmate simply began recalculating. The navicomputer installed in the Limemlin-class fighters was not powerful; it was meant to get them from point A to point B without fancy maneuvering. The microjump calculation took several minutes to complete and both pilots watched in annoyance as the dogfight waxed and waned. Finally it was completed, and the starfighters flickered from realspace and back in.
This time the jump had been accurate. The timing couldn't have been better either, as the two fighters were dropped neatly behind two TIEs chasing an Alliance fighter. Blue cannon bolts flashed through the distance, and what had been two fully-operational starfighters - and two lives - suddenly became fiery gas clouds. The two fighters banked towards another set of enemies - not that there were many left now - and the Sephi opened a comm channel on Silver frequencies.
"Sorry we're late. Hador 1 and 2 reporting."
Without warning a light glared to life on the heads up display. Target lock. There was a split second of hesitation as Audren checked with the Force, and in that length of time laser cannon bolts started spitting all around. Only two contacted his shields, an indication that the target jammer was working, then his head was left behind as the fighter twisted into evasive maneuvering. One enemy: above and behind. Basic tactics would have the two Hadors split, one acting as target while the other splashed the enemy. Instead, the Limemlin's throttle was cut almost entirely as the fighter was stood on its side. Further manipulation of the stick brought the nose around so it was upside down and backwards relative to its flight path...and was now hunting the hunter.
The enemy pilot was obviously not a rookie. Instead of hesitating or trying to duke it out he accelerated and passed over his target. The Jedi was not locked in position however, and continued maneuvering to bring the nose back in line with the path of travel. At that point the thrusters were re-engaged and the starfighter slid into place behind the TIE. Cannon bolts were unable to find purchase however, but then matching triplets intercepted and carved through the port solar collection panel and cockpit.
"Nice shot, two."
"Couldn't let you have all the fun. Main party is back this way."
The second Limemlin looped around and took the lead position, then angled back in towards the main furball. The number of fighters were thinning out, and it looked like more than a few had already begun heading dirtside.
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