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Junction The Rimma Trade Incident | SO & RTL Junction of Empty Hex / Queyta

Location: Space
Objective: I - Hayabusa
Allies: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr
Enemies: Roth Tillian Roth Tillian Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl Barin Drudroga Barin Drudroga Laulesh

Nothing could be left to chance.

Immediately after her attack run on the Windsail, Seela pushed the control sticks forward and willed the engines to full burn, bringing her fighter’s nose down into a fast dive perpendicular between the formation of warships in the Rimward task force. The point defenses on any modern warship meant that she couldn’t afford to linger for long, even with her stealth systems active. Accordingly, the dive was intended to minimize her exposure to their defensive fire, perhaps affording the enemy gunners a flash of a second where they might be able to fire on her fighter before she was outside their arcs.

Not long after, Seela pulled her fighter up and out of its dive, before linking up with the formation of Marr Guard bombers and fighters making a run towards the Honor. After linking her IFF information with those of the Marr Guard to let them know she was friendly, Seela accelerated her fighter towards the growing melee, before setting her sights on a Zerek Zenith flown by the presumed leader of the enemy squadron ( Roth Tillian Roth Tillian )—a squadron of aces if the charred husks of destroyed fighters and bombers the pilots under the leader’s command had shot down were any indication.

Coming up on the bandit from below, behind, and to the left of their craft, Seela pointed her fighter’s nose towards the port side of the Zerek Zenith’s underside fuselage in a pure pursuit. Immediately, the Twi’lek willed her beam cannons to cast forth a brief, one-second salvo of lancing particle beams, targeting the lower fuselage of the enemy starfighter.


 
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TASK FORCE INTERCEPT
DENAB SYSTEM
DDF Calrissian [100|100] SSRDF Immutable [100|100]
SDF Glorious [100|100] SDF Prophet [100|100]
SDF Windsail [88|92] SSRDF Honor [100|100]
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Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr Seela Leini Seela Leini
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"Knight One, new bogey in-bound," Tower said over the comm. "Single fighter- hyperdrive capable. Approaching the rear of the formation, coming up behind the Windsail."

Roth nodded and pinged an affirmation with a click of the comms button, focusing elsewhere, listening to Nathan's response and tracking the newly marked fighter.

Aboard the Windsail, the ship took evasive maneuvers, the captain calling out orders. First were ion mines deployed from the aft, followed by the activation of the Predator Interdiction Drive to slow the incoming missiles.

But the main surprise was from the Retribution shield. The beam cannon slammed into the shield, which flickered and shuddered under the assault, raising alarms through the corridors, until the shield absorbed what it could from the power and sent a shockwave outward, returning the energy into the slowed concussion missiles. The blast detonated short of the hull, but the plates still buckled and cracked beneath the impact.

"Shields holding, but hull damage still got through, Knight One," Tower said. "Bogey disappearing from scopes- suspecting stealth technology, but projected bring it in line with the bombers."

"Hear that, Knight Two?" Roth asked and then moved on instinct, twisting the yoke to the left. A particle beam surged past, scorching the shield's edge but continuing, leaving a scorch mark on the hull. "Reform on me- we have a new player on the board."

Roth let his hands go loose and follow his instincts. Nothing specific, so not just physical stealth, but also Force-stealth, which was an interesting touch. He made a mental note to take up with the tech designers.

"We've got a lock on the tech abnormality," Tower replied, speaking urgently. "We picked up a series of them tracing back from the beam cannon bursts. It's not enough for a targeting computer, but it can highlight the vague target profile to keep an eye out."

"Bogey is Force-cloaked," Roth said over the comm, choking on his words as the high G's compressed his lungs, even through the flight suit. "I repeat, bogey is cloaked from Force sensitivity."

Roth kept his spiral tight, twisting into a flat spin that slammed him against his seat, twisting his velocity in the opposite direction. His eyes, but more importantly, his senses, weren't looking for a target, but the lack of a target.

But there was more to dogfighting than the Force. Also instincts and experience. He didn't get a look at the vessel, but it was a fighter size. Almost certainly faster and more maneuverable.

"We'll have to work as a team," Roth added. "Targeting will be inadequate- but we can lure them in behind the corvettes towards the aft mines."
 
Location: Space
Objective: I - Hayabusa
Allies: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr
Enemies: Roth Tillian Roth Tillian Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl Barin Drudroga Barin Drudroga Laulesh

A pilot fearing imminent death would always turn their fighter at high Gs.

By that rationale, this one was terrified, or so the Twi’lek believed.

Rolling her fighter’s wings, Seela followed the bandit into their initial port turn, but she failed to anticipate what they did next—a series of diving spirals which carried the enemy craft downward from its previous position, before leveling out to fly in the opposite direction from the initial turn. Upon seeing the bandit initiate their spirals, Seela pulled back on the control sticks to bring her fighter upward and into a new plane of travel, before rolling her wings to port and moments later, coming back down towards the bandit’s plane of travel as they leveled out from their spirals, albeit slightly above and to the left of her target’s position, while maintaining a relatively low aspect angle.

A high Yo-Yo.

Lining her fighter’s nose up in a pure pursuit, Seela compelled her beam cannons to unleash a half-second long particle beam salvo targeting the upper fuselage of the enemy starfighter via a snap neural command, twinned lances violently lashing out into the void with vengeful intent!


 
Nathan coldly pursued the bombers attacking the allied vessel, swooping in from below to attack, hitting their bomb launchers as they were about to fire them.

The Speed Demon that was his A-Wing allowed him to zip around the shock of the explosions. For the interceptors, he stuck close to the allied vessel when possible, to frustrate their attempts to hit him because they were too busy dodging anti-starfighter laser cannons. Not that they didn't try to jam him to hell and back. But his A-Wing's great speed and agility saw him through targeting attempts, and his Force Senses told him when to fire.

He had splashed more bombers and interceptors by the time he saw Seela Leini Seela Leini chasing after Roth Tillian Roth Tillian .

He wanted to help Roth, but couldn't divert his attention from the bombers, who were getting more aggressive in their flying formations.

He fired one torpedo however, right at the back end of her Starfighter, hoping to at least distract her and give Roth a chance to retaliate before gunning down another set of bombers, barely turning away from their explosions in space.
 
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The pilot had taken the bait, although more aggressive than he would have liked. Roth twisted the controls, throwing the ship ninety degrees as the next beam barrage flashed. They were shorter this time, with more of them. Two of them scored deep gouges across the hull that made Roth's tighten. The craft shuddered under the impact as smoke coiled up from the burnt metal. Lights flared along the cockpit and he felt the yoke go loose.

"You have visuals yet, Tower?" Roth grunted through the comms. "Or do I have to lead them into the damn hangar for you to get a look?" He tilted his head, catching a glimmer of motion up and to the left.

"Affirmative, Knight One, we have visual," the comm came back, distorted from the particle beam hits. "Aft and to port. N1 looking thing, but with an odd paint job."

"Good enough," Roth said. "Prime weapons, no targeting computers. No need to give them any warning ahead of time." Another blip appeared on his scanners. Torpedo, arcing in towards the opponent.

"Windsail, Glorious, and Honor all report being on stand-by with point-defense weaponry."

"Thank the Force," Roth replied. He craned his head back, glancing over his shoulder, before looking forward, gauging the distances, feeling the movement of his fighter around him and the movements coursing around him. It was one of those moments pilots talked about-- when everything slowed and crystallized as their brain raced faster than the world around them, almost in slow motion.

Then the moment felt right. He cut the throttle and reversed the thrust. His ribs creaked under pressure from the straps as he slammed forward, helmet bouncing off the console. His ears rang with the impact and he saw the wings flex under the strain as his speed dropped to almost nothing.

"Now!" He called into the comm. The three corvettes opened fire simultaneously in the area of where he would have been headed with heavy blaster cannons and the fast-tracking guns.
 
Location: Space
Objective: I - Hayabusa
Allies: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr
Enemies: Roth Tillian Roth Tillian Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl Barin Drudroga Barin Drudroga Laulesh

Seela’s nostrils flared as the bandit threw their ship ninety degrees, compelling her to match the maneuver to ensure the accuracy of her beam cannon blast. All the while, she settled in directly behind the enemy starfighter to the point that the aspect angle was almost zero degrees—more than enough for her to see the blooming whites of the bandit’s four engines.

It was all too easy for her to line up another shot.

However, it was only then that the trilling of her target lock warning system went off. A mental command willed countermeasure warhead seeker and nagnol gas nano missiles to release automatically, but the Twi’lek took the risk of not executing any defensive maneuvers.

This kill was too important, or so she believed.

Much to her relief, the trilling went silent, indicating that the warhead seekers had successfully intercepted the missile. By now, the bandit was coming into range of the three enemy corvettes, but Seela was committed. Her breath fell silent as she lined up a pure pursuit directly behind the bandit on roughly the same plane of travel.

Then, the bandit cut their thrust.

Owing to her nerve implant, a flash of a second was all Seela needed to react. The acceleration compensators suddenly overcharged, inducing an eerie sense of weightlessness as the Twi’lek pulled back on the sticks and willed the retro thrusters to fire, canceling all of her forward momentum and reversing her trajectory within the blink of an eye. Had it not been for the acceleration compensators and the agility array, such a maneuver not only would have been impossible, but it also would have turned her into a meaty blue paste splattered across the canopy. Nevertheless, the morbid thought didn’t linger in her mind for long. While still flying in reverse, Seela immediately reacquired her target and willed forth a two-second long particle beam blast from her beam cannons, intending to destroy the bandit’s engines. Simultaneously, a pair of concussion missiles locked on to the same target and flew free from the launchers, fired in an attempt to exploit the bandit’s lack of energy and therefore, their ability to carry out defensive maneuvers.


 

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