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| - On the bridge the bald human captain just sight and nods to his nav-officer "Good job.." then turning to his left he nods to his pilot "All right Mr. Hy'lac, take us in nice and slow.. and please do try to stay out of the Imp's scanner range, I would prefer not spending the next few weeks patching up the hull.. and Tactical, just to be on the safe side, make sure our weapons and shields are good to go, but don't power them on just yet, let's not attract any unwanted attention by lighting up ourselves as a Life-Day tree on every Imp sensors.. and that goes for every other system as well, cut power to the minimum for now.." and with that the Lightbringer starts moving closer to the system's core, trying to keep the planet and the various other stellar objects, like moons and asteroids between itself and the Imp fleet. Golan defensive batteries could be seen throughout Chandrila, some still under construction and a few others operational. The mine field was still being laid out by mine ships, around Chandrila though not particularly near space lanes. Chandrila was the footing the Empire needed in the Core to reach Coruscant, the capital of the rebels. It was up to Kreldin to defend this planet at all costs. Not even remembering the last time he actually had any sort of real fighter cover the bald human Captain of the Lightbringer just smiles and leans back against his chair, then turning toward his XO he nods toward the front view port "Just like back in the good old day, isn't it? You know, as much as I like being my own boss.. I still sometimes miss the Fleet.." and his bearded XO just nods to that sentiment with a smile of his own "I guess so Sir.. I must admit, it was nice to have all that support base behind us.. get banged up a bit in some battle and then just pull into a dry-dock and have our ship all patched up in a few hours, and we were getting paid to do it.." then with a chuckle he adds "..why did I let you talk me into retiring and trying my luck in the private sector? You know, I'd have my own command by now.." though he's obviously just joking around with his old friend. Then as the CorGun moves closer and closer to the planet they both become more serious, their attention turning toward their screens, checking the sensor logs and such.. for while they no longer wear the uniform they can still be very professional when it comes to situations like this "Engineering, I'm showing a slight plasma-leak on the starboard engine nacelle, plug it or shut it down before it gives us away.. Mr. Hy'lac, change course to heading 321, 32 mark 81, we should be able to slip through between those asteroids, and then we can stay in the planet's shadow a little longer.. and Tactical, get ready.. I think we got as far as we can without a fight, so pick us a nice spot where their defenses seem the weakest and get ready for our run.." and with that the Lightbringer keeps moving toward the planet. (Naota) "Falcon 7, on station," comes the radio communication from the Sullustan's wingman. The two A-Wings tighten up their formation and ride alongside the larger ships, waiting for their cue. Danik rubbed his chin, and walked away from the view port and down the bridge corridor. "So they're trying again? Wonder if Karrde is back.. very well, all systems on red alert. Deploy War Shrike Squadron to engage the enemy fighters. Keep up the system scanning - I doubt they just sent fighters." Immediately after Danik's orders, the Conqueror went on full red-alert. Crewmen rushed to their stations as War Shrike Squadron, the primary fighter squadron on the behemoth, took off from the hangar bay. Shortly afterwards, the shields on the Conqueror went up and its turbolaser batteries activated and prepared for battle. "Enemy craft, this is Captain Danik Kreldin. We have you on our sensors - surrender now and we will show mercy. There is no other hope for you." As they're now obviously detected by the Imps the CorGun comes to life as well, shields are being raised, weapons are powered up, active sensors are brought on line, targeting solutions are being calculated and fed into the Tactical consoles on the Bridge "Show time everyone.." calls out XO as the white lights go out and the red ones kick in all over the ship, though the annoying siren has been disconnected, and then tossed out the airlock, a long time ago ".. Mr. Hy'lac bring us around and prepare to do a quick 90 to port so we can broadside any incoming fighters with our Quads, arm the missiles as well and stand by, but save them for any cappies that are stupid enough to get too close to a CorGun.." Then with a nod and a smile the XO opens up a channel to the Imperial ship "Good evening Captain Kreldin, sorry to disturb you this late, we didn't mean to interrupt your scheduled.. whatever routine, but since we did.. we were just about to give you the same offer.. surrender now and safe your crew's life.. or we'll be forced to fire upon your ships, and I'm sure you hate writing those letters to widowed wives and grieving mothers.." Then as no one really expects the I2SD to surrender to a CorGun the Lightbringer keeps moving, cautiously toward the planet, still trying to use as much of the orbiting space-junk as possible to at least remain in cover from the large Imp ships massive guns "Navigation, start calculating us a nice little exit point, something they won't be expecting, then feed your solution to the Helm so Mr. Hy'lac can keep an eye on those coordinates and ensure that we don't wander too far from there, without making it too obvious why we're flying in a circle.." then once the Imp fighters get within optimal range the CorGun opens up with all its weapons, ruby colored bolts cutting through the blackness of space, some finding their targets, melting through the Imperial fighters and some going wide, getting swallowed the endless void. (Naota) "Ghost 12, contact with 6 fighters on sensors..." This is Ghost 1, I have visual contact. All wings break left and cover the gunship." "Give it a few more meters Gus, we're out of range here. Yellow, com'n, stay focused." Ghost 18 snaps out of whatever reverree he was in, "Yeah... yeah, just worry about keeping your sheilds up, Zim." Only this time, he sees the launching squadron of TIEs. "All flights, enemy fighters detected," he reports, his voice speaking up simultaneously with the pilot in Ghost 8. "Repeat, enemy fighters inbound. Looks like a full squadron. Gamma element moving to defend." Four engines - those of Ikihsa's fighter and those of his wingmate's - flare brightly as the A-wings move forward relative to the rest of the flotilla and prepare to engage, the Sullustan keeping an eye out for other Imperial escort craft that might join in. The craft don't move too far, slowing down again just outside starfighter range of the Corellian Gunship and waiting. "Get Lightning Squadron in the hangar bay and ready for take off, but don't take off until I order so. Keep the Malignant and Vindictive back by the Golan, defend the planet incase those ships break through us. Accelerate forward, full battle speed. Primary target is that gunship, those fighters are nothing but a diversion. Comm., alert the garrison that they might have some visitors shortly." The Conqueror's sublight engines acclerated forward at full battle speed towards the Gunship's approach vector, in hopes of possibly cutting the Gunship off while War Shrike Squadron engaged it at close range. As the CorGun rocks under some of the return fire form the incoming Imp fighters the Captain hangs onto his chair, though the tough little ship's shields are holding "Engineering, keep an eye on the reactor, make sure she doesn't overload, and if we got any juice to space start charging up our hyperdrive.." then as the Lightbringer rocks under another Imperial salvo he swears right into the com "Sithspawn! Also try to keep those shields on line as well.. or we won't be needing a hyperdrive, Tactical.. get on those fighters, I want them gone, I want them gone now.. and bring us around, pattern Delta and keep firing.. see that group of incoming fighters, launch a missile to intercept them right there.." he points at his touch-screen "then have one of our lasers nail the missile, with some luck we might cripple a few of these TIEs.." then at the beeping coming form his console he turns to his left "What now? Oh damn in, we got that I2SD bearing down on us, all shields forward, prepare for evasive maneuvers as we won't last against those turbo-lasers, missile bays, get ready to engage that Star Destroyer once it's in optimal range.. and someone get me a cup of tea already!" then with that the CorGun keeps firing and moving around, trying to inflict as much damage as it can while taking as little as possible. (Naota) She moves the sskale to the outer parameter of the mine field and examines her hud for areas that lack completetion and areas that might allow two small ships to squeeze on through." The TIEs scream past, the A-Wings coming around nimbly onto their tails. And as green TIE blasts light up the starfield, the A-Wings are caught in the crossfire of the forming furball between the Imperial fighters and their own gunship. "Here we go," Zik mumbles to himself, depressing the fire control again in the wake of his target. "Captain Kreldin, sensor stations on the far side of the planet indicate incoming vessels - their IFF is just reading a blank, though, sir. Should we dispatch a team?" Kreldin, his eyes glued to the space battle, was silent for a few moments. "No... let them go. Leave them to me. For now, concentrate on the gun ship - open up with a full starboard salvo now." The starboard side weaponry of the Conqueror aimed towards the gunship which was busy performing manuevers in the fight with the fighters. Without consideration of their comrades in the fighters, the starboard turbolasers opened up on the advancing gunship. Then as the Conqueror opens fire with all its forward batteries the entire CorGun shakes from stern to bow and for a brief second the forward shields buckle but thanks to the quick thinking of the Chief Engineer the Lightbringer manages to recover, this time. Up on the bridge the XO just quickly takes control of Tactical as a short manages to blow one of the wall panels, instantly killing the Duros officer "Sir! That Star Destroyer will eat us up real quick at this range.. we should pull back.." and with a sigh and a sip of his tea the Captain is forced to agree "Very well, make it so.. bring the ship around, aft missile bays fire at will at that ship.. and quad lasers, keep engaging TIEs that get too close.." and with that the CorGun comes around, now heading away from the planet on a diagonal, not fully fleeing the system.. just making a tactical withdraw while still being a thorn in the Imperial's side. (Naota) "Gyah!" Zik exclaims. At the same time, the retreat order comes across the comm, and he looks up to see the Corellian Gunship maneuvering away from the fracas. "Seven," he calls, "time to start punching our way out of this. Let's cover the Lightbringer's retreat, get her into hyperspace and get ourselves out of here." Even as he says it, he rolls to port and releases several bolts in the direction of the Star Destroyer - for whatever it's worth - and turns his attention toward a stray TIE. The CorGun was turning away now? It was making a tactical retreat - it was fleeing from the battle for a purpose. Either to draw the Conqueror out, or to just divert its attention. Either way, Kreldin wasn't going to persue it. As the missiles from the CorGun slam into the Conqueror's shields, Kreldin orders the Star Destroyer to join the starfighter fray and for War Shrike to disengage its attack on the gunship. "Use tractor beams to hold those fighters in position. Gunners, I want perfect accuracy this time - don't forget what happened last time you let the Wild Karrde escape," he said, his foot tapping on the durasteel. "Captain Kreldin, rebel fighters are beginning to disengage from the combat zone. Those other craft we reported landed on the planet, I've already reported it to the garrison," came the voice of the junior officer on the bridge. Danik remained quiet, watching as the battle slowly died down. It was quite obvious what had just happened; Kreldin was no fool. Ground ops had already been dispatched to the location where the craft were reported landing from the sensor stations, although they would likely find empty ships and consficate them. "Very well. Stand down. Have Lightning and War Shrike mop up any stragglers until they're all gone from the system. Hold position here until the fighters return safely." "Captain Kreldin, rebel fighters are beginning to disengage from the combat zone. Those other craft we reported landed on the planet, I've already reported it to the garrison," came the voice of the junior officer on the bridge. Danik remained quiet, watching as the battle slowly died down. It was quite obvious what had just happened; Kreldin was no fool. Ground ops had already been dispatched to the location where the craft were reported landing from the sensor stations, although they would likely find empty ships and consficate them. "Very well. Stand down. Have Lightning and War Shrike mop up any stragglers until they're all gone from the system. Hold position here until the fighters return safely." After pulling of the near impossible, having a damaged snubfighter landing in their hangar bay in the middle of a battle the Lightbringer keeps pulling away from the planet, and from the approaching I2SD.. though its aft missile and laser batteries keep firing at the Conqueror, not as much to do any real damage to the behemoth but to.. well, just to annoy it.. "All right everyone, I think we're about done here for now.. we weren't meant to actually break this blockade but to simply act as distraction.. so I see no need to take any more damage or to lose any more lives.." says the elderly Captain and his bridge crew seems to agree, especially his XO who's now at the main Tactical station, so he of all people has the best idea of just what sort of damage they took already, so after one last salvo the CorGun's weapons fall silent as power is redirected to the jump engine and the Lightbringer is now heading toward its exit-vector with full speed "Strike One to all Strike call-signs, we're heading to RV-1.. we just can't last any longer against a Mark Deuce.. I suggest you all do the same cause with us gone all those fighters will be coming after you folks.." then as the I2SD breaks off the pursuit the shields go off line as well to help charging the hyperdrive even faster "..good luck to anyone staying behind, and I hope to see you all at RV-1, may the force be with you.." and then with that the CorGun is gone.. at least for now. (Naota) In their wake, a single TIE fighter begins releasing green lances, startling Zik as they crash into his deflectors. The Sullustan frowns, but after a moment, it doesn't matter - the two Republic interceptors disappear, elongating into hyperspace.
- On the bridge the bald human captain just sight and nods to his nav-officer "Good job.." then turning to his left he nods to his pilot "All right Mr. Hy'lac, take us in nice and slow.. and please do try to stay out of the Imp's scanner range, I would prefer not spending the next few weeks patching up the hull.. and Tactical, just to be on the safe side, make sure our weapons and shields are good to go, but don't power them on just yet, let's not attract any unwanted attention by lighting up ourselves as a Life-Day tree on every Imp sensors.. and that goes for every other system as well, cut power to the minimum for now.." and with that the Lightbringer starts moving closer to the system's core, trying to keep the planet and the various other stellar objects, like moons and asteroids between itself and the Imp fleet. Golan defensive batteries could be seen throughout Chandrila, some still under construction and a few others operational. The mine field was still being laid out by mine ships, around Chandrila though not particularly near space lanes. Chandrila was the footing the Empire needed in the Core to reach Coruscant, the capital of the rebels. It was up to Kreldin to defend this planet at all costs. Not even remembering the last time he actually had any sort of real fighter cover the bald human Captain of the Lightbringer just smiles and leans back against his chair, then turning toward his XO he nods toward the front view port "Just like back in the good old day, isn't it? You know, as much as I like being my own boss.. I still sometimes miss the Fleet.." and his bearded XO just nods to that sentiment with a smile of his own "I guess so Sir.. I must admit, it was nice to have all that support base behind us.. get banged up a bit in some battle and then just pull into a dry-dock and have our ship all patched up in a few hours, and we were getting paid to do it.." then with a chuckle he adds "..why did I let you talk me into retiring and trying my luck in the private sector? You know, I'd have my own command by now.." though he's obviously just joking around with his old friend. Then as the CorGun moves closer and closer to the planet they both become more serious, their attention turning toward their screens, checking the sensor logs and such.. for while they no longer wear the uniform they can still be very professional when it comes to situations like this "Engineering, I'm showing a slight plasma-leak on the starboard engine nacelle, plug it or shut it down before it gives us away.. Mr. Hy'lac, change course to heading 321, 32 mark 81, we should be able to slip through between those asteroids, and then we can stay in the planet's shadow a little longer.. and Tactical, get ready.. I think we got as far as we can without a fight, so pick us a nice spot where their defenses seem the weakest and get ready for our run.." and with that the Lightbringer keeps moving toward the planet. (Naota) "Falcon 7, on station," comes the radio communication from the Sullustan's wingman. The two A-Wings tighten up their formation and ride alongside the larger ships, waiting for their cue. Danik rubbed his chin, and walked away from the view port and down the bridge corridor. "So they're trying again? Wonder if Karrde is back.. very well, all systems on red alert. Deploy War Shrike Squadron to engage the enemy fighters. Keep up the system scanning - I doubt they just sent fighters." Immediately after Danik's orders, the Conqueror went on full red-alert. Crewmen rushed to their stations as War Shrike Squadron, the primary fighter squadron on the behemoth, took off from the hangar bay. Shortly afterwards, the shields on the Conqueror went up and its turbolaser batteries activated and prepared for battle. "Enemy craft, this is Captain Danik Kreldin. We have you on our sensors - surrender now and we will show mercy. There is no other hope for you." As they're now obviously detected by the Imps the CorGun comes to life as well, shields are being raised, weapons are powered up, active sensors are brought on line, targeting solutions are being calculated and fed into the Tactical consoles on the Bridge "Show time everyone.." calls out XO as the white lights go out and the red ones kick in all over the ship, though the annoying siren has been disconnected, and then tossed out the airlock, a long time ago ".. Mr. Hy'lac bring us around and prepare to do a quick 90 to port so we can broadside any incoming fighters with our Quads, arm the missiles as well and stand by, but save them for any cappies that are stupid enough to get too close to a CorGun.." Then with a nod and a smile the XO opens up a channel to the Imperial ship "Good evening Captain Kreldin, sorry to disturb you this late, we didn't mean to interrupt your scheduled.. whatever routine, but since we did.. we were just about to give you the same offer.. surrender now and safe your crew's life.. or we'll be forced to fire upon your ships, and I'm sure you hate writing those letters to widowed wives and grieving mothers.." Then as no one really expects the I2SD to surrender to a CorGun the Lightbringer keeps moving, cautiously toward the planet, still trying to use as much of the orbiting space-junk as possible to at least remain in cover from the large Imp ships massive guns "Navigation, start calculating us a nice little exit point, something they won't be expecting, then feed your solution to the Helm so Mr. Hy'lac can keep an eye on those coordinates and ensure that we don't wander too far from there, without making it too obvious why we're flying in a circle.." then once the Imp fighters get within optimal range the CorGun opens up with all its weapons, ruby colored bolts cutting through the blackness of space, some finding their targets, melting through the Imperial fighters and some going wide, getting swallowed the endless void. (Naota) "Ghost 12, contact with 6 fighters on sensors..." This is Ghost 1, I have visual contact. All wings break left and cover the gunship." "Give it a few more meters Gus, we're out of range here. Yellow, com'n, stay focused." Ghost 18 snaps out of whatever reverree he was in, "Yeah... yeah, just worry about keeping your sheilds up, Zim." Only this time, he sees the launching squadron of TIEs. "All flights, enemy fighters detected," he reports, his voice speaking up simultaneously with the pilot in Ghost 8. "Repeat, enemy fighters inbound. Looks like a full squadron. Gamma element moving to defend." Four engines - those of Ikihsa's fighter and those of his wingmate's - flare brightly as the A-wings move forward relative to the rest of the flotilla and prepare to engage, the Sullustan keeping an eye out for other Imperial escort craft that might join in. The craft don't move too far, slowing down again just outside starfighter range of the Corellian Gunship and waiting. "Get Lightning Squadron in the hangar bay and ready for take off, but don't take off until I order so. Keep the Malignant and Vindictive back by the Golan, defend the planet incase those ships break through us. Accelerate forward, full battle speed. Primary target is that gunship, those fighters are nothing but a diversion. Comm., alert the garrison that they might have some visitors shortly." The Conqueror's sublight engines acclerated forward at full battle speed towards the Gunship's approach vector, in hopes of possibly cutting the Gunship off while War Shrike Squadron engaged it at close range. As the CorGun rocks under some of the return fire form the incoming Imp fighters the Captain hangs onto his chair, though the tough little ship's shields are holding "Engineering, keep an eye on the reactor, make sure she doesn't overload, and if we got any juice to space start charging up our hyperdrive.." then as the Lightbringer rocks under another Imperial salvo he swears right into the com "Sithspawn! Also try to keep those shields on line as well.. or we won't be needing a hyperdrive, Tactical.. get on those fighters, I want them gone, I want them gone now.. and bring us around, pattern Delta and keep firing.. see that group of incoming fighters, launch a missile to intercept them right there.." he points at his touch-screen "then have one of our lasers nail the missile, with some luck we might cripple a few of these TIEs.." then at the beeping coming form his console he turns to his left "What now? Oh damn in, we got that I2SD bearing down on us, all shields forward, prepare for evasive maneuvers as we won't last against those turbo-lasers, missile bays, get ready to engage that Star Destroyer once it's in optimal range.. and someone get me a cup of tea already!" then with that the CorGun keeps firing and moving around, trying to inflict as much damage as it can while taking as little as possible. (Naota) She moves the sskale to the outer parameter of the mine field and examines her hud for areas that lack completetion and areas that might allow two small ships to squeeze on through." The TIEs scream past, the A-Wings coming around nimbly onto their tails. And as green TIE blasts light up the starfield, the A-Wings are caught in the crossfire of the forming furball between the Imperial fighters and their own gunship. "Here we go," Zik mumbles to himself, depressing the fire control again in the wake of his target. "Captain Kreldin, sensor stations on the far side of the planet indicate incoming vessels - their IFF is just reading a blank, though, sir. Should we dispatch a team?" Kreldin, his eyes glued to the space battle, was silent for a few moments. "No... let them go. Leave them to me. For now, concentrate on the gun ship - open up with a full starboard salvo now." The starboard side weaponry of the Conqueror aimed towards the gunship which was busy performing manuevers in the fight with the fighters. Without consideration of their comrades in the fighters, the starboard turbolasers opened up on the advancing gunship. Then as the Conqueror opens fire with all its forward batteries the entire CorGun shakes from stern to bow and for a brief second the forward shields buckle but thanks to the quick thinking of the Chief Engineer the Lightbringer manages to recover, this time. Up on the bridge the XO just quickly takes control of Tactical as a short manages to blow one of the wall panels, instantly killing the Duros officer "Sir! That Star Destroyer will eat us up real quick at this range.. we should pull back.." and with a sigh and a sip of his tea the Captain is forced to agree "Very well, make it so.. bring the ship around, aft missile bays fire at will at that ship.. and quad lasers, keep engaging TIEs that get too close.." and with that the CorGun comes around, now heading away from the planet on a diagonal, not fully fleeing the system.. just making a tactical withdraw while still being a thorn in the Imperial's side. (Naota) "Gyah!" Zik exclaims. At the same time, the retreat order comes across the comm, and he looks up to see the Corellian Gunship maneuvering away from the fracas. "Seven," he calls, "time to start punching our way out of this. Let's cover the Lightbringer's retreat, get her into hyperspace and get ourselves out of here." Even as he says it, he rolls to port and releases several bolts in the direction of the Star Destroyer - for whatever it's worth - and turns his attention toward a stray TIE. The CorGun was turning away now? It was making a tactical retreat - it was fleeing from the battle for a purpose. Either to draw the Conqueror out, or to just divert its attention. Either way, Kreldin wasn't going to persue it. As the missiles from the CorGun slam into the Conqueror's shields, Kreldin orders the Star Destroyer to join the starfighter fray and for War Shrike to disengage its attack on the gunship. "Use tractor beams to hold those fighters in position. Gunners, I want perfect accuracy this time - don't forget what happened last time you let the Wild Karrde escape," he said, his foot tapping on the durasteel. "Captain Kreldin, rebel fighters are beginning to disengage from the combat zone. Those other craft we reported landed on the planet, I've already reported it to the garrison," came the voice of the junior officer on the bridge. Danik remained quiet, watching as the battle slowly died down. It was quite obvious what had just happened; Kreldin was no fool. Ground ops had already been dispatched to the location where the craft were reported landing from the sensor stations, although they would likely find empty ships and consficate them. "Very well. Stand down. Have Lightning and War Shrike mop up any stragglers until they're all gone from the system. Hold position here until the fighters return safely." "Captain Kreldin, rebel fighters are beginning to disengage from the combat zone. Those other craft we reported landed on the planet, I've already reported it to the garrison," came the voice of the junior officer on the bridge. Danik remained quiet, watching as the battle slowly died down. It was quite obvious what had just happened; Kreldin was no fool. Ground ops had already been dispatched to the location where the craft were reported landing from the sensor stations, although they would likely find empty ships and consficate them. "Very well. Stand down. Have Lightning and War Shrike mop up any stragglers until they're all gone from the system. Hold position here until the fighters return safely." After pulling of the near impossible, having a damaged snubfighter landing in their hangar bay in the middle of a battle the Lightbringer keeps pulling away from the planet, and from the approaching I2SD.. though its aft missile and laser batteries keep firing at the Conqueror, not as much to do any real damage to the behemoth but to.. well, just to annoy it.. "All right everyone, I think we're about done here for now.. we weren't meant to actually break this blockade but to simply act as distraction.. so I see no need to take any more damage or to lose any more lives.." says the elderly Captain and his bridge crew seems to agree, especially his XO who's now at the main Tactical station, so he of all people has the best idea of just what sort of damage they took already, so after one last salvo the CorGun's weapons fall silent as power is redirected to the jump engine and the Lightbringer is now heading toward its exit-vector with full speed "Strike One to all Strike call-signs, we're heading to RV-1.. we just can't last any longer against a Mark Deuce.. I suggest you all do the same cause with us gone all those fighters will be coming after you folks.." then as the I2SD breaks off the pursuit the shields go off line as well to help charging the hyperdrive even faster "..good luck to anyone staying behind, and I hope to see you all at RV-1, may the force be with you.." and then with that the CorGun is gone.. at least for now. (Naota) In their wake, a single TIE fighter begins releasing green lances, startling Zik as they crash into his deflectors. The Sullustan frowns, but after a moment, it doesn't matter - the two Republic interceptors disappear, elongating into hyperspace. From SW1ki, a Wikia wiki.
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