Directorate Officer
LLS-3 Dodonna-class Interceptor Silver Eagle 5, outskirts of the Cyrillia System
A flight of Dodonna Interceptors flitted around the edge of the asteroid field, with its starfighters weaving around the denser rocks of the asteroid belts. It had become a sort of contest, with each flight of Republic starfighters endeavoring to become the first to reach the asteroid base. Lieutenant Nixten, also known as Silver Eagle 5, had taken his flight through what he thought would be the most direct route, but found his flight encountering asteroids the size of heavy cruisers. He pulled his yoke to the rear, taking his craft in a climb to run parallel with one of the larger oncoming rocks.
Lieutenant Nixten whistled as he eyed is craggy face, "Look at the size of those things..."
"Five," chirped a tiny voice through his comlink, "I thought you guys wouldn't be impressed after all that bragging you've done. Too big for you too handle?"
"It's just right," shot back the lantillian, "I can't help that you guys are all physics challenged."
"Or smart."
"Cut the chatter," sighed yet another voice, "Second flight, looks like you're about to win this, assuming you don't make a colossal screw-up. Good luck, and don't hesitate to fall back if you're outnumbered."
"Yes sir," said Nixten with a smile.
He deftly tugged his yoke to the right, feeling the inertial compensators easily adjust for the maneuver. the flight swung around the massive asteroid towards the rusty-colored rock outlined in red on his HUD. Looks abandoned...As if to dispel that notion, a pair of bright orange concussion missiles leapt out at him from a smaller asteroid in front of him. Instinctively he pulled the trigger, unleashing twin red streams of blaster fire at the oncomiing missiles. The first exploded under his withering fire, but the second was intercepted by the fire of his wingman, a tiny sullustan. He breathed a sigh of relief, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.
"Nice shooting Cogs," said the man.
But as his eyes turned to the asteroid base again, he could see dozens of new tiny gray and tan flecks rapidly approaching them. His HUD was beginning to highlight them as unfriendly based on their transponder signals. Oh come one...
"Eagle Lead, we're coming back to you, there's a ton of hostiles inbound, I count at least two dozen so far, various types, including at least a couple of uglies..."
"Thank the maker you're not a Corellian," swore Eagle Lead, "activate your jammers and get out of there. We'll be upon you soon."
[member="Ric Ardellian"]
"Sir, the Arcenau Trading Company ship is hailing again," said Herson, swiveling in his chair to face the blonde man, "doesn't look like they've made contact with anyone yet."
Gir frowned. While he didn't really feel empowered to deal with a civilian authority while a higher-ranking officer was present, he felt it wouldn't do to have an ally waiting on them. Maybe the other ships are having communication problems, or the threat on that suspected Hutt vessel is keeping their hands full. He rapidly punched in a series of commands to his console, bringing up the ETA of the Audacious and her fellow frigates as they trudged through the outer reaches of the asteroids towards the asteroid belt. There's still plenty of time, and sometimes the strategic diplomatic concerns outweigh the tactical. He turned his blue-eyed gaze to the lanky man.
"Patch me through to their vessel on a direct line, if you can manage."
"Aye sir...you're up."
Gir cleared his throat and readjusted his headset comlink, "Captain La'tyr, this is Commodore Gir Quee of the Republic Navy. Welcome to the Cyrillian system, I apologize that we have kept you waiting...there have been some...ah, unexpected complications. Any assistance that you can provide would be greatly appreciated by both the Republic and the citizens of Cyrillia. What sort of aid do you have at your disposal, captain?"
The commodore could make some guesses at what the captain had available, though he did not want to make any assumptions. Quee guessed that the cargo ships could be carrying anything from foodstuffs and basic necessities to medical supplies to various types of droids to maybe even corporate security teams. even the basic ships themselves could help move refugees around or provide evacuation off of the planet. All of these possibilities could be potentially useful, depending on the situation at hand. It looks like the ATC might be our wild card today...
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
A flight of Dodonna Interceptors flitted around the edge of the asteroid field, with its starfighters weaving around the denser rocks of the asteroid belts. It had become a sort of contest, with each flight of Republic starfighters endeavoring to become the first to reach the asteroid base. Lieutenant Nixten, also known as Silver Eagle 5, had taken his flight through what he thought would be the most direct route, but found his flight encountering asteroids the size of heavy cruisers. He pulled his yoke to the rear, taking his craft in a climb to run parallel with one of the larger oncoming rocks.
Lieutenant Nixten whistled as he eyed is craggy face, "Look at the size of those things..."
"Five," chirped a tiny voice through his comlink, "I thought you guys wouldn't be impressed after all that bragging you've done. Too big for you too handle?"
"It's just right," shot back the lantillian, "I can't help that you guys are all physics challenged."
"Or smart."
"Cut the chatter," sighed yet another voice, "Second flight, looks like you're about to win this, assuming you don't make a colossal screw-up. Good luck, and don't hesitate to fall back if you're outnumbered."
"Yes sir," said Nixten with a smile.
He deftly tugged his yoke to the right, feeling the inertial compensators easily adjust for the maneuver. the flight swung around the massive asteroid towards the rusty-colored rock outlined in red on his HUD. Looks abandoned...As if to dispel that notion, a pair of bright orange concussion missiles leapt out at him from a smaller asteroid in front of him. Instinctively he pulled the trigger, unleashing twin red streams of blaster fire at the oncomiing missiles. The first exploded under his withering fire, but the second was intercepted by the fire of his wingman, a tiny sullustan. He breathed a sigh of relief, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone.
"Nice shooting Cogs," said the man.
But as his eyes turned to the asteroid base again, he could see dozens of new tiny gray and tan flecks rapidly approaching them. His HUD was beginning to highlight them as unfriendly based on their transponder signals. Oh come one...
"Eagle Lead, we're coming back to you, there's a ton of hostiles inbound, I count at least two dozen so far, various types, including at least a couple of uglies..."
"Thank the maker you're not a Corellian," swore Eagle Lead, "activate your jammers and get out of there. We'll be upon you soon."
[member="Ric Ardellian"]
***
Stormfire-class Assault Frigate Audacious, Cyrilia System"Sir, the Arcenau Trading Company ship is hailing again," said Herson, swiveling in his chair to face the blonde man, "doesn't look like they've made contact with anyone yet."
Gir frowned. While he didn't really feel empowered to deal with a civilian authority while a higher-ranking officer was present, he felt it wouldn't do to have an ally waiting on them. Maybe the other ships are having communication problems, or the threat on that suspected Hutt vessel is keeping their hands full. He rapidly punched in a series of commands to his console, bringing up the ETA of the Audacious and her fellow frigates as they trudged through the outer reaches of the asteroids towards the asteroid belt. There's still plenty of time, and sometimes the strategic diplomatic concerns outweigh the tactical. He turned his blue-eyed gaze to the lanky man.
"Patch me through to their vessel on a direct line, if you can manage."
"Aye sir...you're up."
Gir cleared his throat and readjusted his headset comlink, "Captain La'tyr, this is Commodore Gir Quee of the Republic Navy. Welcome to the Cyrillian system, I apologize that we have kept you waiting...there have been some...ah, unexpected complications. Any assistance that you can provide would be greatly appreciated by both the Republic and the citizens of Cyrillia. What sort of aid do you have at your disposal, captain?"
The commodore could make some guesses at what the captain had available, though he did not want to make any assumptions. Quee guessed that the cargo ships could be carrying anything from foodstuffs and basic necessities to medical supplies to various types of droids to maybe even corporate security teams. even the basic ships themselves could help move refugees around or provide evacuation off of the planet. All of these possibilities could be potentially useful, depending on the situation at hand. It looks like the ATC might be our wild card today...
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
