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| - Tellain grunts as laser fire continue to spray on his ship. "Ergh, that's it. Let's just get our job done." Tellain swings the Second Darksword around, ignoring the Manta that may or may not have gotten off his case by now. He swings around and attempts to lock onto the Reprisal. "Missiles away." And off a missile goes.)) Sweat starts to soak her fight suit, and the bulky life support equipment was never meant to be ran in. As she reaches the area where freash fighters await pilots Jal'Dana climbs up into a back up fighter War Shrike 8 and starts turning the switches to ready herself and the ship. Hooking up to life support, the roar of the Twin Ion engines is a welcome sound. Waiting for the launch clearance is taking forever, it will be just minutes before she re-enters the fight, but for Jal'Dana it feels like hours. As the first and second Imperial groups merge together to engage in the vicious melee that was commencing, group three continues its efforts in mopping up the remnants of the Griffon fleet, more or less ignoring traffic coming from the planet unless it was marked as a priority vessel, such as any government or military ships. The civilians, however, were given free reign to engage their hyperdrives as soon as they escaped the Imperial interdiction field and escape. Kreldin was not interested in killing fleeing civilians. Waste of energy and time. Military targets first. Tellain smiles as the missile hits. "Now that's better." Barring the occasional laser hit, the Darksword 2 is mostly unscathed. Ignoring the multiple warning lights in his ship, Tellain carts the bomber around and stares at the Reprisal. He's almost sad that the NR fighters aren't attacking him. "Hey." Says his co-pilot. "You ever wonder what the New Replublic, you know, is?" Tellain pauses. "Huh?" The co-pilot begins to work with the missile launches in the meantime. "Yeah. Like, why is it there? Where did it come from? Where is it going? Will it survive the tests of time, like the Old Republic certainly did?" Tellain sighs. "Hey, no deep thinking in combat." A missile streaks out from the Scimitar, going again for the Reprisal.)) On the bridge of the 'Inquisitor' Captain Richardson was standing by the view port, watching as the wedge-shaped form of his precious Star Destroyer advances upon the 'Reprisal,' green turbolasers and blue ion cannon blasts firing out at the enemy Victory-class Star Destroyer. Richardson was depressed to see one of the Empire's Victory Star Destroyers in the hands of the rebels, giving him all the more resolve to see it destroyed. His orders were simple: "Destroy the Reprisal." TIE Interceptors were made for this role, increscent the enemy fighters quickly, split the formations and force chaos in the ranks. Breaking through a section of Y-Wings, she picks off a wounded bird, trying to make it back to the protection of the Rebel Flag ship; behind her it explodes in a quick pocket of flaming gasses. Already forgotten War Shrike 8 moves towards the X-wings Surrounding Zeta 3. "30 seconds, and I'm in there Zeta, just hold tight..You're doing fine." Tellain's co-pilot continues the barrage of thoughts. "And what happened to those robots decades ago? Where are they? Do you think they have introspective thoughts now and again?" Tellain resists the urge to smack him, turning the ship again to align himself for another round. Smiling, Tellain lets loose with another missile at the Reprisal. "And what is with the Kuatians?" Tellain sighs. "You know, better question. Why is that ship named 'Reprisal'? That sounds too 'negative' for the Newbies' usual tastes." The co pilot shrugs.)) "Sir, Admiral Talkor's fleet has just arrived; they'll be within firing range in two minutes." Kreldin smiles as he hears the news, and sees the arrival of the second Imperial fleet on his display screen. "Today will be a day long remembered. We have seen the end of the Griffons, and we will soon see the end of the main Republic fleet. Good job, everyone." Still they focus on the slower bombers, "Zeta 3 break hard left..now!" she radios to the other pilot. As her TIE moves in, she gets close enough for a positive lock, and pulls tightly on the trigger. As red laser blasts dance around War Shrike 8, green fire erupts from the wing tips of the little fighter, giving the Imperial dagger an unholy glow for a few. From SW1ki, a Wikia wiki.
- Tellain grunts as laser fire continue to spray on his ship. "Ergh, that's it. Let's just get our job done." Tellain swings the Second Darksword around, ignoring the Manta that may or may not have gotten off his case by now. He swings around and attempts to lock onto the Reprisal. "Missiles away." And off a missile goes.)) Sweat starts to soak her fight suit, and the bulky life support equipment was never meant to be ran in. As she reaches the area where freash fighters await pilots Jal'Dana climbs up into a back up fighter War Shrike 8 and starts turning the switches to ready herself and the ship. Hooking up to life support, the roar of the Twin Ion engines is a welcome sound. Waiting for the launch clearance is taking forever, it will be just minutes before she re-enters the fight, but for Jal'Dana it feels like hours. As the first and second Imperial groups merge together to engage in the vicious melee that was commencing, group three continues its efforts in mopping up the remnants of the Griffon fleet, more or less ignoring traffic coming from the planet unless it was marked as a priority vessel, such as any government or military ships. The civilians, however, were given free reign to engage their hyperdrives as soon as they escaped the Imperial interdiction field and escape. Kreldin was not interested in killing fleeing civilians. Waste of energy and time. Military targets first. Tellain smiles as the missile hits. "Now that's better." Barring the occasional laser hit, the Darksword 2 is mostly unscathed. Ignoring the multiple warning lights in his ship, Tellain carts the bomber around and stares at the Reprisal. He's almost sad that the NR fighters aren't attacking him. "Hey." Says his co-pilot. "You ever wonder what the New Replublic, you know, is?" Tellain pauses. "Huh?" The co-pilot begins to work with the missile launches in the meantime. "Yeah. Like, why is it there? Where did it come from? Where is it going? Will it survive the tests of time, like the Old Republic certainly did?" Tellain sighs. "Hey, no deep thinking in combat." A missile streaks out from the Scimitar, going again for the Reprisal.)) On the bridge of the 'Inquisitor' Captain Richardson was standing by the view port, watching as the wedge-shaped form of his precious Star Destroyer advances upon the 'Reprisal,' green turbolasers and blue ion cannon blasts firing out at the enemy Victory-class Star Destroyer. Richardson was depressed to see one of the Empire's Victory Star Destroyers in the hands of the rebels, giving him all the more resolve to see it destroyed. His orders were simple: "Destroy the Reprisal." TIE Interceptors were made for this role, increscent the enemy fighters quickly, split the formations and force chaos in the ranks. Breaking through a section of Y-Wings, she picks off a wounded bird, trying to make it back to the protection of the Rebel Flag ship; behind her it explodes in a quick pocket of flaming gasses. Already forgotten War Shrike 8 moves towards the X-wings Surrounding Zeta 3. "30 seconds, and I'm in there Zeta, just hold tight..You're doing fine." Tellain's co-pilot continues the barrage of thoughts. "And what happened to those robots decades ago? Where are they? Do you think they have introspective thoughts now and again?" Tellain resists the urge to smack him, turning the ship again to align himself for another round. Smiling, Tellain lets loose with another missile at the Reprisal. "And what is with the Kuatians?" Tellain sighs. "You know, better question. Why is that ship named 'Reprisal'? That sounds too 'negative' for the Newbies' usual tastes." The co pilot shrugs.)) "Sir, Admiral Talkor's fleet has just arrived; they'll be within firing range in two minutes." Kreldin smiles as he hears the news, and sees the arrival of the second Imperial fleet on his display screen. "Today will be a day long remembered. We have seen the end of the Griffons, and we will soon see the end of the main Republic fleet. Good job, everyone." Still they focus on the slower bombers, "Zeta 3 break hard left..now!" she radios to the other pilot. As her TIE moves in, she gets close enough for a positive lock, and pulls tightly on the trigger. As red laser blasts dance around War Shrike 8, green fire erupts from the wing tips of the little fighter, giving the Imperial dagger an unholy glow for a few.
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