Supply runs are never simple

[Coren Starchaser]

((OOC: Anyone from Underground, the Fringe or LAA are welcome as allies. Anyone else is welcome for neutral or resistance. Starfighter!))

That was the thing about hyperspace travel, even the best laid plans needed adjustment. Coren Starchaser had spent a lot of time in the Unknown Regions, both before and recently. And right now? Well, not he was getting a serious sense of that feeling you can only say in French, déjà vu. He was using his upgraded, well, modified Rassilon and was venturing away from the Event Horizon, with a freighter in tow and four Cutter Class interceptors. The Horizon was working on exploration pretty much overtime, it gave the Starchaser a mobile base on this side of the galaxy, with the Dawn Treader mimicking her on the side nearest the Levantine Sanctum. He was a part of that government, however, he was also of the Dark Side.

It was like how he was a member of the Fringe Federation but also the Underground. Still, this didn’t matter, what mattered now? Getting the job done. He pulled his Rassilon from hyperspace, a really patch worked trip from the roadblock Nemexia was putting on the trip, back along the route he was making and to the former capital of Annaj. That last bit, Dasid Anya and Annaj was a patch work, as Coren was working on making it fit with the Blood Trail.

The Warden of the Sky awaited the rest of the group’s arrival, the four fighters and the freighter. Good. Now they could make a move to Annaj. It was a friendly world in his book, and he hoped [member="Darell Irani"] and Iron Crown would give him some supplies. Food, some spare parts but mostly, some of the expensive exploration gear. He didn’t want to run back to AEI yet, the trail was what, a quarter done? He might outsource the Annaj to Rakata Beta route, but for now? He was going to be at every step.

The former Imperial ace ordered the Cutters to watch the Freighter, well, aside from one who may need to come break his tail out of some pocket, and made a call to the former Fringe capital.

And he waited.

And waited.

“This is Starchaser of the E/V Event Horizon, requesting docking permissions…” And that was when the trap was sprung. Always on the second call.

Meant one thing. Reavers. Working with the Black Fleet? What was going on in the galaxy? With the collapse of the Fringe Federation, it was getting to be a darker place.

“Stay with the Outrigger.” He ordered as he boosted the engines of his Rassilon. There was a dark place in him that was making this feel like it was worth something. “Scatter to draw their attention but watch that ship! Ice will get ahold of us…” He hoped.

Right, the Liberation Module was kicking in, Gold Mode today, and the fighter was speeding off.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

((OOC: Anyone from Underground, the Fringe or LAA are welcome as allies. Anyone else is welcome for neutral or resistance. Starfighter!))

Coren Starchaser was so not having any of this today. He had put too much time and effort into the Fringe Federation, volunteering his time and effort to the cause that his son had found for them. He was a member of the Fringe and even accompanied Underground fleet movements to this sector of space to watch out for the members of the Federation. The Force knew he'd not let some pirates start taking control of Annaj. He knew that the Federation had had its problems, and that was why he ordered the Treader to get clear.
The galaxy was changing and it wasn't always for the best. Getting his family out and into the relative safety of Laekia, instead of reporting to their favored port of call of Csillia, what with the Primeval so close, was the best call he could make. They'd strike the Primevals, they'd strike the One Sith, they'd strike the Republic. They would be there when the second Chiss coming appeared, and they'd pledge to the Chiss Admiral, and any Corellian Emperor. And he had every intention of making sure he was there to see it.

Outrigger had the orders that should things go south, they make a call to three locations, the first being the Dawn Treader, the second being the Underground, as this was pirates and people affecting civilian life. Fringe citizens, yes, but non combatants anyway. And the third was to dust off an old number and contact a man only known as K. That was his Exchange contact to [member="Khaleel Malvern"]. Some sort of self styled Jedi, but as far as the monks went? Coren could trust him.

Kicking the throttle of the fighter to full power, he went after the fighter, the Liberation module making targetting as easy as throwing a stone. He was needing to work on using this more, and why not in the full of combat? Coren was more than a capable pilot, and the Rassilon was more than a capable ship. Make them work as one? Any pirate opposition wasn't going to stand a chance.

 

[Jsc]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Roberts was prospecting the Rimma Trade Route recently for Omega Intelligence. Usually jumping from Fondor to Sullust. It was cash money, so she did it. Recently however, business had taken her up the Sanctuary Line from Sullust and out towards Annaj. She booked passage with an Expeditionary Cruiser to maintain a 1.0 Rating and save her X-Wing Recon the fuel. Her Black Box had very few systems logged on the Sanctuary Line and she wasn't in the mood for pitstops. Bleh.

Politics held the Fringe in a decline. Bad news for such dangerous space. Law and order was always welcomed by travelers and merchants. Raiders made for bad business. Karen just had life insurance back on Fondor. It, wasn't much comfort right now either. Especially since Annaj appeared to be having difficulties. Even today...

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The Exp Cruiser dropped into real space and the HUD began the system scan and routing beacon traffic. Mapping the HUD with white dots and bracketed squares. PoI's, beacon data, and Lightyears for everybody. It was routine and yet? A ping surfaced with a combat signature. Right in their way. The Captain sounded the horn and Karen shook her with disgust. So much for a boring ride out into the unknown.

She clamored into her XW-R and payed the bill. She'd scout it out and give the all clear. Just business as usual.

"R2. Close into the combat zone. Let's get a tag of ship ID's and numbers. Don't bother with approach vector, let's just hit this straight. Engage cruise-mode. Here we go!"

Time to see who was dog-fighting.

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*ooc: joining as Underground. X-Wing Sub-space IFF is tagged: Omega Pyre, Fondor.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha sat in the interceptor she could see from the beacons that Coren “yummy” Starchaser was in pursuit of a fighter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She smiled, adjust her communications while she prepared to follow Coren and be his wing woman just in case he got company, or the pilot of the other fighter showed some skill. Though from what she could surmise out flying Coren would take some doing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She powered up, “Ok Coren, I’m coming in on your left going to help keep you safe and warm” She pushed the throttle and increased speed to match Coren’s, adjusting her trajectory to not over shoot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] She could feel the hum of the fighter as her fingers curled around the controls, this was what life was about. Flying! Speed! Clearing the path, she smiled. She pulled up she was off Coren’s left now she could look over and see him. He was intent, she was his support today.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Maybe, “Bet you dinner that you can’t make him explode in ten minutes” She challenged Coren she was learning what kind of guy he was, it paid to be able to trust those around you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She knew she needed some friends..[/SIZE]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Karen Roberts"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

Umbrella Interest has been creeping into Fringe Territory for weeks now. After the rumors of the goverments collapse, umbrella has been recruiting much of their declining military forces. Offering protection to merchants and their supplies, Umbrella was overal a trade and transport company newly founded after the decline of their neighbors. Corporate Police and Umbrella Escorts were often found pirating and sometime raising fringe military installations for equipment.

The company of course was never a supporter of the renegade Corperate Police Force officially, some officers were even arrested by the company. Though unofficially and known to few the company was the true hand behind it. Funding new ships off the shipyards was just too expensive, and stealing them was much easier. The declining goverment wasn't paying their troops and worriers, thus they would abandon their post for richer prospects. Jaster company was not the only one that was profiting from the declining military Installations, but his was the only one operating on a large scale. The next target was the capital of the old alliance, Annaj, and their shipyards.

2 Crusader class Corvettes, 1 Ulur'uur class Frigate, 4 Pelta-class Corvettes exited hyperspace. These were members of the 1st Umbrella Escort Group, deployed officially to the Sanctuary Pipeline for protection patrol. Unofficially their mission was to sack and obtain Fringe starships for the use of Umbrella Interest in their exploration of the Unknown Region.

Exited on the opposite side of the planet to pick up renagade police officer who wish to seek employment by the Umbrella Interest. They would assist the skeleton crew who would raid a shipyard and obtain a few fighters and light frigates. They did not know of any other presents of any other ships in the planets orbit.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Gold mode of his Liberation Implant was starting to feed him the data he needed. It was a bit overpowering, but one thing Coren Starchaser knew, was flying and starfighters. Interacting with his fighter was just the extension of himself. He was starting to get the feel for this, a few duels under his belt, and mainly chasing pirates away during free time? Yeah, he was good. The one thing he knew was that coming out to the Unknown Regions, even the borders in former Fringe space was never boring.

He was hot on the tail of one…. No make that five fighters. Lovely. Where there were five, there could always be ten, or worse, more. The Dark Jedi’s eyes started to darken in a sick joy. This was the chit he lived for. Starfighters, pursuit and keeping spacelanes clear. The Warden of the Sky started cycling through weapons. He’d not be firing energy torpedoes here, and he wasn’t loaded with anything aside from Mag Pulse. He’d not be using those either. He could feel the world around him, both in the Force and through his implant.

This was how flying should be. Information eternal.

Why did blue milk runs always have a tendency to go sour?

At least life was exciting.

And that was when he heard… understood… received and somehow translated, the comm from [member="Rekha Kaarde"]. “You’re on, toots.” Hey, the woman was fun, and they had been spending a lot of time together, with Underground missions and the like. A bit of a wager was not beyond Coren.

The man was a defender of the Fringe, and any incoming ships, such as the Umbrella Interest vessels from [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] would be prioritized and dealt with accordingly. As for [member="Karen Roberts"], he knew he’d sense her before he saw her, there was something out there.

“Switching to blasters, don’t damge Fringe infrastructure, we can use this.” Exchange? Underground? The public? Coren had a zero tolerance for pirates.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Before Coren could answer her more blips appeared she did not have the luxury of implants, she was the fly by my seat pants flier, a bit of natural ability and lack of hesitation and fear when flying, hell when doing most things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She smiled though when she heard his response, “And if you can do it in five I’ll make sure dessert is interesting” She teased him now as she made sure her own weapons were powered up. Her voice always remained calm right now, too excited and it could blow the mind far too easy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She could see they were starting to come in fast, “And make it snappy love, we’ve got company and they are not waiting for the light show” Rekha would not leave Coren not without cover.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha had fought pirates long ago one thing about them unpredictable never knew what they would think of as important or valuable. She was mentally clicking minutes she was fighting her instincts to turn and fight she really wanted to open up the drives.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]There were others coming in this part of space was certainly seeing its share of visitors [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"][/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt][member="Coren Starchaser"][/SIZE]

 

[Jsc]

Annaj airspace was busy today. Karen looked down at her map's HUD again and counted all the ship data she was seeing. Yep. Busy busy little bees. Her sensors could usually map the entire star system in just seconds.

"Alright. That's the best picture we are going to get. R2. Open me a channel to the Exp Cruiser. Perfect. Thanks."

~ "Escort One is this Badger. What's the story?" ~

"Raiders in airspace. Two parties so far. More probable. Lot's of dark spots out here."

~ "Can we slip through? Hit a window and move into atmosphere?"

"Oh yeah. Got a Rassilon here and his wingman cleaning up. Raiders should be dust any moment now. Bring the ship in along this vector and you can punch through while the Rassilon keeps them busy."

~ "A single Rassilon?"

"Raider party is a light mix today. I'm only sensing minimal resistance. The shipyards however? They'll have their hands full for the next three hours. Meh. It's a mixed bag."

~ "Roger Escort One. We'll hit cruise and see you in a moment."

"Negative Badger. I'm going at it free from here. No need to babysit. Bills paid and this window is your good luck charm. Good hunting."

~ "Affirmative Escort. Good flying with you. And good hunting to you too."

Karen killed the comm and rolled her shoulders with delight. Now it was time to go fishing.

"R2. Bring us in to artillery range plus four, on those starfighters. Time to run a sensor sweep for more Raiders. Let's clean up this static and map the area."

Her Xw-R boosted forward. Circling outside the starfighter melee at x4 maximum gun range. She cleared a large asteroid when her Recon picked up the shroud signature. One Raider starfighter and shroud satellite. No sign of a Carrier vessel. These Raiders had no escort. Morons.

"Upload the map data to the beacon R2. We're engaging."

Her Recon closed to melee with the parked Starfighter and engaged laser cannons. The Starfighter popped before it could warm engines. She repeated the assault until the shroud exploded as well. All clear. Two kills on record. Nice.

"He must have been sleeping. Didn't think I'd see him. Good shooting R2. That should clear the static. Scopes all clean now."

With the Raider shroud satellite down [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and [member="Coren Starchaser"] would have full sensors and comms for the whole system. Minus a few dark spots from shadow gravity and the like. But that was normal. There was nowhere these Raiders could hide now. Reinforcements would have to jump insystem or exit from the planet. Either way. Plenty of time to see them coming.

"...All right Rassilon. Scopes all clear for ya. Map's nice and empty. Now finish those guys off and we can all call it a day."

She smirked. This would be fun to watch. Two versus Five. Yummy.

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*ooc: My starfighter is basically a giant radar. If you're astromech droid can link to a nearby holonet beacon you'll have an active data net for the whole solar system. It doesn't give out precise information, like license plate and VIN numbers, lol. But you'll see where everybody is flying at, for sure.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

One of the best and worst things about the Rassilon that Coren was flying was that he was the only thing in the ship. He was the ship with the Liberation Module. And it felt right. He knew what the ship was feeling, what the ship was doing and he could make it work however he wanted with a clear thought. It knew what he wanted it to do before he even really know that was what he was doing. It was operating a lot more efficiently and for a Force using pilot? That bit was important. He needed something to respond exactly how he was going to make it, when he was going to make it.

He shook his head and grinned when he heard [member="Rekha Kaarde"] over the comms. Right, interesting dessert, now that was a conversation they’d need to have discuss when he got back. He knew that he could fall into his ship’s systems, he went for the upgraded sensors package as he was better instinctively than the advanced nav system. And he would tell Jorus Merrill that to his face.

Maybe.

He opened up with the guns on his fighter, squeezing shots off before the first Raider knew what was going on. Down before he could even juke, poor guy. Coren licked at his lips and tightened his grip on the throttle yolk. What he missed about flying with Warbird Wing was that more than half the pilots were at least some useful in the Force, and he could contact them to get word out. He was a combat pilot and not the comms officer of a squadron. Freighter could probably head to the supplies. He was hearing the chatter and then when he noticed it was friendly turned his attention. One fighter down, at least four marks to go.

“Roger that, Friendly. Keep me in the loop, no Astros on board, runnin’ an implant, ain’t lookin’ to overload my brain.” He was getting a bit slacked in his words, slurring, the implant pulling most of his attention and there was a very thick, very Corellian speech pattern here. Hopefully Rekha had her ears on.

He pulled the fighter up and rolled over, moving at a 90 path away from his former plan, needed to get a new sight on the situation, he knew Annaj fighters would be having difficulty scrambling, but he still wanted to make it known they were friendlies. [member="Karen Roberts"]… Was that the name of the voice? Oh, he could only hope so. She’d probably be able to bring in all manner of fun toys to help turn this battle.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The bridge of the Ulur'uur class Frigate stood Jaster Awaud, Umbrella CEO. He wish to personally oversee the seizing of the Fringe Crafts, and the capture of some needed supplies. Jaster was too busy looking out to the shipyard to notice that his escort groups long range scanners were knocked out. He had already sent 2 platoons of Corperate Police to seize the yard and corvette to protect their aproch.

~"Sir, the radar, it's out of commission, unknown why sir," stated one of the technicians, "all we have is the sonar and long distance communications."

Jaster looked out to the open space scanning with his eyes to search for possible hostiles, none. Jaster didn't feel safe with no eyes out there, sonar would not work very well for small fighter craft and probes. The computers would only recognize them as space debris, making torpedos and radar guided missiles nearly impossible. Jaster needed to make a quick decision.

"Understood Ensign," Jaster looked at the roster for the fighters, he noted 2 squadrons already on patrol, "ok, send both Green and Silver Squadrons out to the relay station to check for damages and hostiles."

~"Roger that sir," states the Ensign, he turned to the communications terminal and turned to the frequency for the fighter pilots, "Green leader and Sliver leader, this is command, recon mission 3-2, quadrant 334-210, over."

~~"Command this is Green Leader, mission received"

~~"This is Silver leader, we hear you loud and clear, mission underway."

Off the stern of the Frigate, 8 Blackfire Class Fighters flew by in the direction of [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Karen Roberts"], and [member="Rekha Kaarde"]. The fighters were recon retrofitted and only armed with laser cannons. Armor was reduced for maximum maneuverability, though a single shot could exterminate them and they'd be blown to bits.

 

[Jsc]

Eight more signatures on approach from the Shipyard. Looks like the second party of Raiders was growing curious. Damn.

"Two on Four seems a fair fight. Eight more is just plain messy. R2, let's call it a day. Not about to stick around and get my shields flared to hell and back."

She hit the engines and went opposite the Blackfire's route, down towards the planet's surface on full thrust. Since sharing was caring, Roberts hit the wide ban with her comm,

"Heads up. Eight more dots incoming. Sub-light Maneuver is ranking them Interceptors. Good hunting you two. Bugging out."

Without an Astromech Droid on aboard their starships her ship's support functions offered the two jockeys very little advantage. Karen was also out gunned and out maneuvered too. An X-Wing might have armor and shields, but the numbers were still solidly against her. Time to bug out.

She hit atmo, ducked the roof, and continued her journey into the dark. With a wink and a twinkle, the Xw-R with an Omega Pyre IFF was gone.

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*ooc: Hitting atmo and dropping from thermal. exit thread.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The OCA naturally had an inclination to come here too loot the remnants of the Fringe. It was only a matter of time before bigger companies and factions would come and the Open Circle Armada would have their share. It was time for some credits to be transferred to the accounts of Open Circle members.

6 ships entered out of orbit, 2 Umbara-Class Carrier Cruisers, 3 Consular-Class (c70 charger retrofit) Cruisers, and one Victory-I Class Heavy Cruiser. The entirety of the Armada, each with the Open Circle emblem painted on their hulls. Soon a transportation company would be arriving to transport the loot they would find on the surface. But when their radar failed, Kerkov began to worry.

Nonetheless they had 6 Shell-Class Squadrons as escort, if anything came to attack, the private military contractors would be ready.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]“One down” Rekha reported, her attention moved between her cockpit scan and the void beyond the canopy, their incoming bogies were not wasting time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She probably should have clarified that she wasn’t dessert, only that it would be interesting. She was sure she could ask [member="Dekkan Fray"] about recipes and get it made, or make it. She had learned that much from hanging around the Diner. She could boil water and everything![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She needed to focus on the incoming. Her thumb rolled over the firing button of the guns, just as she pushed for speed. Rekha heard Coren’s update on his condition keeping the chatter down. Implant, she’d have to ask more about that later too.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Meantime it seemed the one friendly they had was getting out of dodge, feth. She thought. Rekha’s fingers tightened around the control stick.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Why am I assuming the 8 are hostile? Why don't I contact them first? Gut instinct.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha was looking for transponder codes, “I don’t recognize the codes, and the computer just blinked at me” Rekha took the heel of her palm and knocked the computer. It happened sometimes, she wasn’t worried it would come back and she would need to get the ship checked. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="William Kerkov"][/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Bogeys were popping up all over. He needed to focus. The pirate fighters were even starting to turn tail. Coren made a quick order out to the freighter. “Freight, its Hornet. Get yourselves on that station NOW. Get the goods, and get outta here. Bug out, fighters, up to you. Ain’t your fight. Recon eX. Thanks for your help. Catch you down the line.” He could handle this. And the messages came back from the fighers, they would get Freight to her jump point. Wasn’t necessarily [member="Karen Roberts"]’ fight, though, he wasn’t going to blame her for taking the survival road, the call did go out to the Underground and at least he had visuals now.

He probably should’ve called the

The order stood, that Event Horizon was not to jump into the fray. She had too much riding on her, plus the AEI contract flag was transferred to her. And if that ship went down, then the Dawn Treader would show up and did anyone really want a nomadic warrior tribe of Force sensitive pilots hunting them? Yeah, even the Yuuzhan Vong didn’t.

Coren was starting to read the data streams as the pirates he were chasing were bugging out, apparently any warning of warships were scaring them. Fine.

And more showed up? What was this? Raid the Fringe day?

Coren switched his comms to an All-Fringe channel.

“This is Captain Starchaser, Dawn Treader command, to all former Fringe Federation vessels around Annaj. We have fleets in orbit, non-reavers, non-Black Fleet. All targets are on their way to you. Rise up, defend your home.”

And what was his next target?

"See if you can contact either of the new arrival fleets, Rek. Get someone to stand down." Did he have to go after them all?

Why could runs never be easy?

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="William Kerkov"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="William Kerkov"]

Jaster noticed the large fleet of unknown ships begin to apear from hyperspace. This was no time for other raiders to take what Jaster deemed his own. No other could defy him without his wrath to rain down on them in a later moment. His Escort group was too small and he only had 12 other Starfighters on hand, though they were lightly armored.

He looked to his coms officer, "Call back Green Squadren, we need them to defend the Shipyard as our men secure the last of the equipment."

~"Green Squadren, this is Command, immidiate return to main mission is needed, unknown fleet appeared to your 6 o'clock, return to mission!" The man stated to the pilots.

Without a reply 4 of the 8 fighters banked left and returned to the main fleet. Jaster only figured a single Squadren could repair his relay station and they could fight a proper long range defence against the unknown fleet.

Jaster did not know it was the OCA as his scanners were offline and he didn't take the time to check their logo on the side of the ships.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The fleet approached the planet, unresisted. Nice and smooth, as one might say. When the comms officer came across something, with haste he left his station datapad in hand. Luckily for him Kerkov was on the bridge, looking out the wide viewing port. As he made his overly complicated way form the lower computer station to the higher deck for more senior officers Kerkov had already seen him coming and stopped him as he walked off the small lift. Kerkov gestured for the datapad,

"LT. Commander Walker, what is the problem?"

He handed Kerkov the pad,

"Sir, we have picked up some transmissions from one of the two freighter convoys. Apparently they are warning loyalists on the ground about our entrance to the system. Also they seem to have valuable goods, how should we respond?"

"Looks like we are going to have a little detour, I don't care for the other convoy and make sure to have our freighters arrive for loot."

"Yes sir!"

It seemed for the OCA they would be getting more loot than they thought. But nothing was ever guaranteed.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Rogue"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

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[Rekha Kaarde]

[member="William Kerkov"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha could see it on long range half had turned back so they were protecting something or figured they weren’t a threat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She nodded without really answering Coren, she was keeping an eye on bogies, “This is Rekha Kaarde to the Commander of the” She looked down the identification beacon said, no name but it identified it as a Frigate, “Ulur’uur class Frigate identify yourself and your intentions, and while you are at it"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She knew the fighters that were coming at them were from this ship, “Recall your fighters and stand down.” She tilted her wings slightly as she wanted to see if the fighters would pause.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The type of frigate meant something, Mandalorian. But this was not the fleet that she would expect to see coming from Mandalore so, who was this, she did not know many mandalorians but there had been word that they were on the move expanding their territory, was this ship part of that initiatve, and if so, could the Commander be bargained with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha did tend to be the shoot first ask questions later girl, so asking was new for her. Now the Commander of the Fleet that came in Rekha turned her attention to him, "Commander of the Fleet, identify yourself and your intentions" Ok so now she was challenging both, and waiting for them to say who they were and what they wanted. [/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Now they were getting more than they bargained for. His hands were shaking a bit, but he knew he was his ship and his ship was him. It was all a matter of getting out of here alive. There were changes in the Force, changings his the scanners from his Rassilon. Still, it was a matter of what was going on in these fleets.

He’d have Rekha call them both, see who was on his side, and who was here against the Fringe for that sake. Anyone looking for free passage was one thing, this was a Warden of the Sky, in his green fighter, unbeknownst to even his wing-woman. Should the Fringe resistance look to move and flee, he’d give them assistance, but whatever fleet here that wasn’t looking to subjugate the planet, that was where he’d move his team.

Then he’d have to scrub all seven or so ship’s IFFs and reformat them so they’d blend in again.

Laundering.

He repeated his message down to the planet. Hopefully they’d hear and call to arms. For Coren, it was a shame seeing the former capital like this. But he knew times changed, galactic politics were always on the move. Even if they got help from the planet but both fleets were going after his team? He’d have to bug out.

Live to fight another day.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="William Kerkov"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="William Kerkov"]

Jaster revived the radio transmission, it can in static, and could barely be understood. Whatever happened to that radar trasmitter station, Jaster fleet was flying blind. Everything that moved was a hostile until he deemed them not to be, the local goverment was failing, and defectors were scrambling for what was left. Jaster didn't want to end up like space debris so he took the safe route.

Jaster responded to the hailing from the fighters, "This is Jaster Awaud, Admiral of the Umbrella Trade Fleet, we are here to retrieve defectors and their vessels, this is a company matter and this is no longer Fringe Space, we are flying blind and most of our long distance scanners are offline, interfere and be subjected to Umbrella Trade Law in Neutral Space."

Jasters company had no real pull, but within neutral space over a failing goverment planet, it was a perfect excuse for his company to lock up people who interfered. Though he couldn't really tell what the numbers he was against and only had a handful of fighters and defence options. In truth, Jaster was in a weak posistion, he could only wait till his boarding team finished and stole what ships they could.