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| - "This is Admiral Rodriga," he states calmly. "We may be walking into a very ugly situation. I want you all to know that what we do tonight, we do for all those who have come before us, and all who will follow. Keep that in mind. I'll spare you my usual tangent. Prepare to exit hyperspace." The ships enter the system with a jolt, two MCSCs in a blue Republic livery, and the Reprisal, the hulking flagship of the recreated fleet, painted in a dull silver-gray, with the red phoenix of the former Rebel Alliance shining clearly on her hull. The capships dispatch fighters innumerable, an unlikely phalanx of warriors of truth and harbingers of freedom. Just how heavily outnumbered the Republic fleet is has not yet fully occurred to them, and forward they charge, oblivious to the state of the line they've come to hold. "Ignore the titan, for now, and focus on the smaller destroyers. Is Ghost Squadron out there?" Rodriga pauses. "Excellent. Form up on them." The capital ships' shields flicker to life, faint blue spheres surrounding the warrior craft as they break for their Imperial counterparts. "Do you see that, ladies and gents?" poses the Admiral, motioning toward the sea of Imperial warships. A number of officers nod apprehensively. "Good," smiles Mora. "Fire." "Y'heard the Admiral. Lets take some names, and kick some ass." Taking off from the flight deck of the Victory-class Star Destroyer, along with twelve other X-Wings of his squadron, is Ghost Leader, Captain Johmac Mabru.. "All wings report in," he orders over the communications channel reserved specifically for his squadron, and he listens to the twelve other voices sound and chatter. Once all of the Ghosts are accounted for and are away, Johmac nods to himself. "Arthur, bring up targetting solution Beta One Five Zero. Ghost Squadron, GO HOT! Lock S-Foils in attack position, stand by for orders. Smoke 'em if y'got 'em." He switches the channels, and clears his throat.. He's on the fleet command comms channel. "Ghost Leader Standing by. Ghost Squadron on Station, Ready For Target Designation. Call 'em like y'see 'em, sir." Ghost Squadron streaks along through the void as this is spoken, the pilot inside as cool as he can be right now. The wings slide open, forming the tell-tale X-form so common to the fighter's name.. "Sir, the Gabriel is at critical; we have them." Kreldin smiles as he hears the report; all was going well. But, all was to change. Klaxons begin to go off, and soon his tactical display screen shows new arrivals just from hyperspace. The Republic had decided to finally show their face. "Looks like they're here. Keep up the pressure on the Griffon fleet and deploy the assault force. Get a screening for our capital ships and turn us fifty degrees.. I don't want them getting us with our pants done. Send a tight beam transmission to the Predator and tell them to go to orange alert." And thus the real battle begins. The squadron flew in a straight line forward towards the enemy fleet of capitals and starfighter vessels; friends and foes showing up progressively on each ray sensors. As well as their status. Which made the squad leader, Captail Bel, make a rather long face. And also discover those responsible for that. It also revealed clearly the imperial strength - a load of bombers and too few fighters to protect them - and led Bel to take the following decision. "One to Flight 2 and 3. Flight 1 and 3 stick with me and head down against those bombers." He designates the targets, scim bombers, still close to the Gabriel and heavily pounding on it, so that ships comprising Flight 13 had them; "Flight 2, go against the nearby fighters." On that, the squadron broke into two groups, 8 going up against the bombers and 4 going after the fighters. Lt. Colonel Ridge Archilles gives a quick glance over his scanners and out his cockpit, assessing the situation the best he can. "Alrigh', m'boys. Ghost Squadron, target those capital ships and take down as many TIEs on the way as you can. Falcon Squadron Flight Three, stay close to Ghost an' keep 'em safe. Falcon Flights One and Two, we're playing defense. Keep those bombers from hitting their targets. Ready? Gooooo StarOps!" He gives a smile at his own burlesque comment, and targets the nearest threat he can find and tightens his fingers around the trigger to release a barrage of red laserfire that has no other meaning but the potential for death.)) Behind him, Tellain's co-pilot in Darksword 2 rubs his back. "Geez, did she have to make it that hard?" Tellain sighs. "I told you not to squirm." There's a reason he feared med bay activities, and this would be it. Tellain flies along and swings towards another ship, this time the Reprisal. He gets it in sight just as he notices someone firing at him. Despite his valiant efforts to roll away, Tellain gets a blast to the side of the craft.. His co-pilot offers another nugget of wisdom. "You're being shot at." Tellain immediatly hooks an arm around the back of the seat, and looks at his second, randomly tugging at the stick to look . "Okay, we need to sit down and talk about the echo in the ship." He moves back to the front. "Ready?" The second replies. "Let's do it." The bomber begins to lumber towards the fighter that shot him, unable to get a lock this moment.)) "You heard the Colonel. Take your targets and go, Ghosts - Watch those fighters creepin' up!" Ghost One rockets along through the void, following his fellow Ghosts along in the charge. "Tally ho! Bogies, point five. Here we gooo, a little more... Accelerate to attack speed! Ghoul Flight, form up for your run on the closest capital ship.. Try to take on one of those cruisers. Spectre Flight will cover you. Banshee flight, scramble, and lets take on these fighters!" The twelve Ghosts break off to perform their tasks as assigned, and Johmac taps on his targetting computer display.. He's gonna line up for an attack on one of the capships himself, until suddenly.. This Scimitar bomber barrel rolls right down in front of him. If he weren't quick on the G-Breaks, he would've ended up fox-fouring right into the rear of Zeta Three. "I've got target, going for lock." The targetting reciporical pops to life.. and he lines it up. Clean shot. It's gotta be. "Ghost Leader, Fox three!")) "What's the status on the good senator's vessel?" Kreldin says, to anyone in particular. "Achieved a firing lock just now, Grand Admiral. Firing.. now." Turbolasers spewed from several of the gun decks on the Malevolence, aimed at the vessel carrying the good senator of Cochran and other staff of the government. "If it blows up, fine by me. But try your best to disable it. Don't want to make a martyr out of him.." Imperial bombers were not as defenseless as the rebel pilots would like to think. They were multi-role fighters, but even then, Imperial Interceptor screens were still in place, but there would always be those who break through the screens, or manage to avoid them completely. But Kreldin knew there were enough bombers to sacrifice a few to enemy fighter fire. The pilots knew their job and were willing to go to the grave to accomplish it. Kreldin knew so. "Is the Gabriel destroyed -yet-?" But the Scimitar had dived and now pointed its nose towards Gyzen's ship. Who immediately thought about the idea that the scim pilot decided to stop going after his primary objective and defend himself. "Gunner, soon incoming, front!" he shouted to his companion. Fights were really fast and better order your co-pilot to turn his attention towards that ahead of time, rather than when the warhead was just launched. The gunner effectively abandons his current duty of killing off warheads and begins the lock towards the enemy scimitar. Ready to launch a volley of lasers towards the warhead that'd probably arrive, given the time the scimitar took to get an effective lock. In the meanwhile, Gyzen's already re-locked his HUD against the scim and the front cannons let another volley of linked fire that time, rushing towards the ship that was now facing Eagle One nose-to-nose. )) Tellain smiles as he starts getting closer to the ship. Yeah, it was firing on him, and yeah, Tellain was attempting to roll away from the shots. He grumbles and wishes he was back in his Interceptor, but that's not helping him right now. Tellain smiles as he thumbs up to his co-pilot. The co-pilot himself smiles, and the Bomber attempts to launch a missile at the fighter trying to hit him. At this point, Tellain pulls the fighter away, hoping the missile distracts the enemy long enough to stop the lasers.)) "What's our current battle strength?" "94%, sir. Bombers have suffered more casaulties than we initially predicted, but we're still in the green. Rebel interception is proving rather effective." "How is the Malignant? Tell Captain to break off from the Admiral Rishar and provide support to our fighters and bombers," Kreldin says, opening his eyes to observe his tactical display once more. The Griffon fleet was still trapped, as he had predicted, and still suffering from the Imperial onslaught. Nevertheless, the rebel attack had pushed the Imperial line in sector fifteen back, and Kreldin considers giving Task Force 2 the green light to commence their operations. But no.. he would keep them in tactical reserve for now. The Imperials still had the advantage here, he just had to press home with it. Exactly what Gyzen thought. The scimitar launched off a warhead against Eagle 1, but the gunner was ready and shortly after Gyzen had shot his volley against the scimitar - that hit their target - he shot lasers to destroy the incoming warhead. The combined speed of both starfighters made them really close together and One engages in a savage rolling maneuver towards SF-8408 to avoid physical impacts with the warhead's particules resulting from the explosion, but also the very scimitar that rushed dangerously towards him and both ships cross paths at mad speed, nearly colliding one with the other. Gyzen was now close, very close to the other vessel, and in a fraction of second he kills off the engines thrust, pulling hard on the stick, taking full benefit from the Ray maneuverability and design unique in the slice to put a 180 degree in time few dogfight-specialized starfighters could achieve, and certainly not bombers; Gyzen puts thrust to 50 percent and anticipates the Scimitar would be offering its head and intuitively tries rapid shots aimed at the cockpit to kill off the unshielded crew, before diving, setting engines back at full speed as the sound of a warhead incoming was emitted in his helmet. In a reflex, he rolls again away from the emission and the warhead safely flies away, allowing him to destroy it again using lasers. 'damn...' that was making him most away from the ship.. Scimitars were perhaps extremely resilient. Pilots were not, once the bubble making their cockpit was destroyed and they were exposed to space, and that was what he had on his mind. Destroy imperial lives fighting for an ill cause ! In the meanwhile, the Gabriel was holding its own still, its hull integrity loss rate being reduced thankfully because of the bombers being destroyed. It was shielding the REPCC below, that was now host to thousands of people, the cargo holds being emptied in favour of lives; it was now clearly moving to the maximum of the old vessel's ship capacities towards the NR fleet, seeking shelter there, and a good point for an hyperjump towards some NR planet for asylum. A ship of bigger importance took off Cochran north of the city, from the Lion's Den, the military bunker of the Griffon, hosting the shield generators power station and many military assets. A DSV that seemed quite modified, twice the speed of your regular destroyer, was rushing towards space, shielded by the Gabriel and any tractor beam the I2SD might want to throw at it. The shields and speed would have been quite an asset to put into the fight; but obviously, the Griffons decided to store their most precious assets; it could only but be guessed what they stashed there : Scientists, AEC researchers and engineers, highest ranking officials, the thinking elite, copies of research databases and knowledge had all been planned to be saved on that ship long ago, in anticipation for the Imperial retaliation and since they attacked Cochran months ago. They all were there; and rushed towards space, probably for hypering out; and the way they were headed, no match could be done for any known route. The GSS Gabriel was perhaps at a third hull integrity and loads of pods were being launched off it towards Cochran for survival, those whose post wasn't essential, or whose station had been destroyed. If the Gabriel had to die, at least it allowed for a tons of civilians to escape, and for the best of Griffons Manpower to be saved !)) Tellain continues to grunt as he takes fire from the other craft, and what is apparently a new challenger. Youth and invicibility don't mix. Rolling doesn't seem to help against what seem to be the better of two pilots. This guy must be pretty good. Tellain's co leans over the seat. "Hey, your hull indicator is yellow." Tellain doesn't reply back and instead grimaces until the cockpit glass takes a shot. Jolting, Tellain tries to turn the ship while keeping him in view. Hopefully it doesn't do weird manuvers as Tellain strokes the firing trigger again, sending out more lasers at the pesky fighter.)) "That stabelizer has broken loose" he calls to his droid, as the ship shakes, so does his voice a bit. "Fix it, please." He soon has the ship in his sights, and he hopes close enough. His hand squeezes the trigger and fires at the ship.)) Gene pages: No, just lasers. Small stuff Not being threatened by any imperial capital ships or fighters, the DSV makes its way under the protective umbrella of the GSS Gabriel, that sacrifices its hull in order for the civilians - AND the knowledge, griffons funds, officials, best techies and engineers, to fly their way towards ... survival. The GSS Appareo Diem has enough time to fly past the NRSD Reprisal, plotting its way for hyperspace, probably Coruscant or Calamari, not yet able to hyper out, but it was now safe, along with all the lives that witnessed the atrocities and raw wilderness the Empire just enacted today; The DSV, Deus, was fast enough to already tear itself from the gravity well of the other ships and plotted a course towards unknown space; leaving the doomed space surrounding the now ill-fated Planet that was Cochran. The Gabriel had yet nothing left to protect, the smaller ships would hopefully be able to leave the area without being threatened by the imperial forces, if there were any still taking off the planet, aside from the military crafts. "Hull down to... 15 percent, Captain." the helm spoke with a rather tense and sad voice. "Lower dish breaking off..." Only the sounds of hull breaking and turbolasers firing their last salvoes could now interfere with the silence filling the bridge. The young blond female captain had a final thought for the man she was to marry the day after.. who perhaps could live on the Diem, that she helped protect. "Good bye". Just following those last words, the lower dish of the ship broke off the main dish, and the ship was no longer able to sustain its position in space. Both started to spin slowly and the bridge eventually looked up to what used to be its brother, the GSS Harbinger, as though speaking a 'farewell, elder bro' before the lower dish eventually hit the upper one in its middle, pushing just enough energy for causing both to separate in several chunks of metal, the torpedoes left onboard doing the rest. Skeleton crew was all that remained and they were nonetheless about a thousand people, to die in the last breath of the GSS Gabriel, that helped for the remains and most valuable of Griffons assets to remain and live, in the face of adversity and against all odds, past that doomed day in the Griffon alliance. The GSS Gabriel was no more. Nevertheless, At the end of the maneuver he was close. Very close. At a range you cannot miss. A 6-space unit range. A chance for a winning and devastating shot. He quickly sets his laser linking to full, in order to let the combined four front lasers hit the bomber with full destruction power. Right after launching his volley of fire though, a huge wave hits his fighter. Only with horror does he sees on his sensors the Gabriel was separating into several chunks of metal... And he a little time befpore he issued on the com, "FLIGHT 1 AND 3, BREAK OFF! FULL SPEED FAR FROM GABRIELS POSITION!" Yeah, he didn't want his guys to be hit by those chunks ! With some difficulties he manages to get the fighter back on track against the wave, and to get outside the blast radius. Taking a look behind him. That ship was the result of years' of his work to get Cochran financially viable and to develop its economy... All that was just being destroyed today, and that was the first occurence of it to his mind, focused as he was on his job against the bombers. The ray was flying straight for a few seconds as the man was realising that... not without shedding.. a tear. )) As the battle rages on, with the Imperials now focusing their full efforts on the Republic Navy with the death of the Gabriel. Scimitars continue to explode or shoot off their missiles, TIE Interceptors continue to provide cover, and the Star Destroyers and their picket ships continue to do their job of making scrap out of the rebel fleet. The Malignant, her shields down, comes under heavy fire by rebel X-wings, but as explosions rip through her hull, she continues onward, undeterred as a fighter screen of Interceptors sweep in to clear out the X-wings, or try to, as the Malignant unleashes a concussion missile barrage on its enemy capital ships. Tellain grunts. Lasers make a man hot and bothered. Granted, that's not the good bothering. More lasers start peppering the hull. It's like he's in a box. Everywhere he goes, the lasers follow. Co-Pilot has quieted down by now, but he's starting to get worried about his partner's crazy fightings. Tellain, now that there's some distance and a lack of ramming, strokes the trigger when the lock light comes on. Maybe this time he'll actually hit.)) From SW1ki, a Wikia wiki.
- "This is Admiral Rodriga," he states calmly. "We may be walking into a very ugly situation. I want you all to know that what we do tonight, we do for all those who have come before us, and all who will follow. Keep that in mind. I'll spare you my usual tangent. Prepare to exit hyperspace." The ships enter the system with a jolt, two MCSCs in a blue Republic livery, and the Reprisal, the hulking flagship of the recreated fleet, painted in a dull silver-gray, with the red phoenix of the former Rebel Alliance shining clearly on her hull. The capships dispatch fighters innumerable, an unlikely phalanx of warriors of truth and harbingers of freedom. Just how heavily outnumbered the Republic fleet is has not yet fully occurred to them, and forward they charge, oblivious to the state of the line they've come to hold. "Ignore the titan, for now, and focus on the smaller destroyers. Is Ghost Squadron out there?" Rodriga pauses. "Excellent. Form up on them." The capital ships' shields flicker to life, faint blue spheres surrounding the warrior craft as they break for their Imperial counterparts. "Do you see that, ladies and gents?" poses the Admiral, motioning toward the sea of Imperial warships. A number of officers nod apprehensively. "Good," smiles Mora. "Fire." "Y'heard the Admiral. Lets take some names, and kick some ass." Taking off from the flight deck of the Victory-class Star Destroyer, along with twelve other X-Wings of his squadron, is Ghost Leader, Captain Johmac Mabru.. "All wings report in," he orders over the communications channel reserved specifically for his squadron, and he listens to the twelve other voices sound and chatter. Once all of the Ghosts are accounted for and are away, Johmac nods to himself. "Arthur, bring up targetting solution Beta One Five Zero. Ghost Squadron, GO HOT! Lock S-Foils in attack position, stand by for orders. Smoke 'em if y'got 'em." He switches the channels, and clears his throat.. He's on the fleet command comms channel. "Ghost Leader Standing by. Ghost Squadron on Station, Ready For Target Designation. Call 'em like y'see 'em, sir." Ghost Squadron streaks along through the void as this is spoken, the pilot inside as cool as he can be right now. The wings slide open, forming the tell-tale X-form so common to the fighter's name.. "Sir, the Gabriel is at critical; we have them." Kreldin smiles as he hears the report; all was going well. But, all was to change. Klaxons begin to go off, and soon his tactical display screen shows new arrivals just from hyperspace. The Republic had decided to finally show their face. "Looks like they're here. Keep up the pressure on the Griffon fleet and deploy the assault force. Get a screening for our capital ships and turn us fifty degrees.. I don't want them getting us with our pants done. Send a tight beam transmission to the Predator and tell them to go to orange alert." And thus the real battle begins. The squadron flew in a straight line forward towards the enemy fleet of capitals and starfighter vessels; friends and foes showing up progressively on each ray sensors. As well as their status. Which made the squad leader, Captail Bel, make a rather long face. And also discover those responsible for that. It also revealed clearly the imperial strength - a load of bombers and too few fighters to protect them - and led Bel to take the following decision. "One to Flight 2 and 3. Flight 1 and 3 stick with me and head down against those bombers." He designates the targets, scim bombers, still close to the Gabriel and heavily pounding on it, so that ships comprising Flight 13 had them; "Flight 2, go against the nearby fighters." On that, the squadron broke into two groups, 8 going up against the bombers and 4 going after the fighters. Lt. Colonel Ridge Archilles gives a quick glance over his scanners and out his cockpit, assessing the situation the best he can. "Alrigh', m'boys. Ghost Squadron, target those capital ships and take down as many TIEs on the way as you can. Falcon Squadron Flight Three, stay close to Ghost an' keep 'em safe. Falcon Flights One and Two, we're playing defense. Keep those bombers from hitting their targets. Ready? Gooooo StarOps!" He gives a smile at his own burlesque comment, and targets the nearest threat he can find and tightens his fingers around the trigger to release a barrage of red laserfire that has no other meaning but the potential for death.)) Behind him, Tellain's co-pilot in Darksword 2 rubs his back. "Geez, did she have to make it that hard?" Tellain sighs. "I told you not to squirm." There's a reason he feared med bay activities, and this would be it. Tellain flies along and swings towards another ship, this time the Reprisal. He gets it in sight just as he notices someone firing at him. Despite his valiant efforts to roll away, Tellain gets a blast to the side of the craft.. His co-pilot offers another nugget of wisdom. "You're being shot at." Tellain immediatly hooks an arm around the back of the seat, and looks at his second, randomly tugging at the stick to look . "Okay, we need to sit down and talk about the echo in the ship." He moves back to the front. "Ready?" The second replies. "Let's do it." The bomber begins to lumber towards the fighter that shot him, unable to get a lock this moment.)) "You heard the Colonel. Take your targets and go, Ghosts - Watch those fighters creepin' up!" Ghost One rockets along through the void, following his fellow Ghosts along in the charge. "Tally ho! Bogies, point five. Here we gooo, a little more... Accelerate to attack speed! Ghoul Flight, form up for your run on the closest capital ship.. Try to take on one of those cruisers. Spectre Flight will cover you. Banshee flight, scramble, and lets take on these fighters!" The twelve Ghosts break off to perform their tasks as assigned, and Johmac taps on his targetting computer display.. He's gonna line up for an attack on one of the capships himself, until suddenly.. This Scimitar bomber barrel rolls right down in front of him. If he weren't quick on the G-Breaks, he would've ended up fox-fouring right into the rear of Zeta Three. "I've got target, going for lock." The targetting reciporical pops to life.. and he lines it up. Clean shot. It's gotta be. "Ghost Leader, Fox three!")) "What's the status on the good senator's vessel?" Kreldin says, to anyone in particular. "Achieved a firing lock just now, Grand Admiral. Firing.. now." Turbolasers spewed from several of the gun decks on the Malevolence, aimed at the vessel carrying the good senator of Cochran and other staff of the government. "If it blows up, fine by me. But try your best to disable it. Don't want to make a martyr out of him.." Imperial bombers were not as defenseless as the rebel pilots would like to think. They were multi-role fighters, but even then, Imperial Interceptor screens were still in place, but there would always be those who break through the screens, or manage to avoid them completely. But Kreldin knew there were enough bombers to sacrifice a few to enemy fighter fire. The pilots knew their job and were willing to go to the grave to accomplish it. Kreldin knew so. "Is the Gabriel destroyed -yet-?" But the Scimitar had dived and now pointed its nose towards Gyzen's ship. Who immediately thought about the idea that the scim pilot decided to stop going after his primary objective and defend himself. "Gunner, soon incoming, front!" he shouted to his companion. Fights were really fast and better order your co-pilot to turn his attention towards that ahead of time, rather than when the warhead was just launched. The gunner effectively abandons his current duty of killing off warheads and begins the lock towards the enemy scimitar. Ready to launch a volley of lasers towards the warhead that'd probably arrive, given the time the scimitar took to get an effective lock. In the meanwhile, Gyzen's already re-locked his HUD against the scim and the front cannons let another volley of linked fire that time, rushing towards the ship that was now facing Eagle One nose-to-nose. )) Tellain smiles as he starts getting closer to the ship. Yeah, it was firing on him, and yeah, Tellain was attempting to roll away from the shots. He grumbles and wishes he was back in his Interceptor, but that's not helping him right now. Tellain smiles as he thumbs up to his co-pilot. The co-pilot himself smiles, and the Bomber attempts to launch a missile at the fighter trying to hit him. At this point, Tellain pulls the fighter away, hoping the missile distracts the enemy long enough to stop the lasers.)) "What's our current battle strength?" "94%, sir. Bombers have suffered more casaulties than we initially predicted, but we're still in the green. Rebel interception is proving rather effective." "How is the Malignant? Tell Captain to break off from the Admiral Rishar and provide support to our fighters and bombers," Kreldin says, opening his eyes to observe his tactical display once more. The Griffon fleet was still trapped, as he had predicted, and still suffering from the Imperial onslaught. Nevertheless, the rebel attack had pushed the Imperial line in sector fifteen back, and Kreldin considers giving Task Force 2 the green light to commence their operations. But no.. he would keep them in tactical reserve for now. The Imperials still had the advantage here, he just had to press home with it. Exactly what Gyzen thought. The scimitar launched off a warhead against Eagle 1, but the gunner was ready and shortly after Gyzen had shot his volley against the scimitar - that hit their target - he shot lasers to destroy the incoming warhead. The combined speed of both starfighters made them really close together and One engages in a savage rolling maneuver towards SF-8408 to avoid physical impacts with the warhead's particules resulting from the explosion, but also the very scimitar that rushed dangerously towards him and both ships cross paths at mad speed, nearly colliding one with the other. Gyzen was now close, very close to the other vessel, and in a fraction of second he kills off the engines thrust, pulling hard on the stick, taking full benefit from the Ray maneuverability and design unique in the slice to put a 180 degree in time few dogfight-specialized starfighters could achieve, and certainly not bombers; Gyzen puts thrust to 50 percent and anticipates the Scimitar would be offering its head and intuitively tries rapid shots aimed at the cockpit to kill off the unshielded crew, before diving, setting engines back at full speed as the sound of a warhead incoming was emitted in his helmet. In a reflex, he rolls again away from the emission and the warhead safely flies away, allowing him to destroy it again using lasers. 'damn...' that was making him most away from the ship.. Scimitars were perhaps extremely resilient. Pilots were not, once the bubble making their cockpit was destroyed and they were exposed to space, and that was what he had on his mind. Destroy imperial lives fighting for an ill cause ! In the meanwhile, the Gabriel was holding its own still, its hull integrity loss rate being reduced thankfully because of the bombers being destroyed. It was shielding the REPCC below, that was now host to thousands of people, the cargo holds being emptied in favour of lives; it was now clearly moving to the maximum of the old vessel's ship capacities towards the NR fleet, seeking shelter there, and a good point for an hyperjump towards some NR planet for asylum. A ship of bigger importance took off Cochran north of the city, from the Lion's Den, the military bunker of the Griffon, hosting the shield generators power station and many military assets. A DSV that seemed quite modified, twice the speed of your regular destroyer, was rushing towards space, shielded by the Gabriel and any tractor beam the I2SD might want to throw at it. The shields and speed would have been quite an asset to put into the fight; but obviously, the Griffons decided to store their most precious assets; it could only but be guessed what they stashed there : Scientists, AEC researchers and engineers, highest ranking officials, the thinking elite, copies of research databases and knowledge had all been planned to be saved on that ship long ago, in anticipation for the Imperial retaliation and since they attacked Cochran months ago. They all were there; and rushed towards space, probably for hypering out; and the way they were headed, no match could be done for any known route. The GSS Gabriel was perhaps at a third hull integrity and loads of pods were being launched off it towards Cochran for survival, those whose post wasn't essential, or whose station had been destroyed. If the Gabriel had to die, at least it allowed for a tons of civilians to escape, and for the best of Griffons Manpower to be saved !)) Tellain continues to grunt as he takes fire from the other craft, and what is apparently a new challenger. Youth and invicibility don't mix. Rolling doesn't seem to help against what seem to be the better of two pilots. This guy must be pretty good. Tellain's co leans over the seat. "Hey, your hull indicator is yellow." Tellain doesn't reply back and instead grimaces until the cockpit glass takes a shot. Jolting, Tellain tries to turn the ship while keeping him in view. Hopefully it doesn't do weird manuvers as Tellain strokes the firing trigger again, sending out more lasers at the pesky fighter.)) "That stabelizer has broken loose" he calls to his droid, as the ship shakes, so does his voice a bit. "Fix it, please." He soon has the ship in his sights, and he hopes close enough. His hand squeezes the trigger and fires at the ship.)) Gene pages: No, just lasers. Small stuff Not being threatened by any imperial capital ships or fighters, the DSV makes its way under the protective umbrella of the GSS Gabriel, that sacrifices its hull in order for the civilians - AND the knowledge, griffons funds, officials, best techies and engineers, to fly their way towards ... survival. The GSS Appareo Diem has enough time to fly past the NRSD Reprisal, plotting its way for hyperspace, probably Coruscant or Calamari, not yet able to hyper out, but it was now safe, along with all the lives that witnessed the atrocities and raw wilderness the Empire just enacted today; The DSV, Deus, was fast enough to already tear itself from the gravity well of the other ships and plotted a course towards unknown space; leaving the doomed space surrounding the now ill-fated Planet that was Cochran. The Gabriel had yet nothing left to protect, the smaller ships would hopefully be able to leave the area without being threatened by the imperial forces, if there were any still taking off the planet, aside from the military crafts. "Hull down to... 15 percent, Captain." the helm spoke with a rather tense and sad voice. "Lower dish breaking off..." Only the sounds of hull breaking and turbolasers firing their last salvoes could now interfere with the silence filling the bridge. The young blond female captain had a final thought for the man she was to marry the day after.. who perhaps could live on the Diem, that she helped protect. "Good bye". Just following those last words, the lower dish of the ship broke off the main dish, and the ship was no longer able to sustain its position in space. Both started to spin slowly and the bridge eventually looked up to what used to be its brother, the GSS Harbinger, as though speaking a 'farewell, elder bro' before the lower dish eventually hit the upper one in its middle, pushing just enough energy for causing both to separate in several chunks of metal, the torpedoes left onboard doing the rest. Skeleton crew was all that remained and they were nonetheless about a thousand people, to die in the last breath of the GSS Gabriel, that helped for the remains and most valuable of Griffons assets to remain and live, in the face of adversity and against all odds, past that doomed day in the Griffon alliance. The GSS Gabriel was no more. Nevertheless, At the end of the maneuver he was close. Very close. At a range you cannot miss. A 6-space unit range. A chance for a winning and devastating shot. He quickly sets his laser linking to full, in order to let the combined four front lasers hit the bomber with full destruction power. Right after launching his volley of fire though, a huge wave hits his fighter. Only with horror does he sees on his sensors the Gabriel was separating into several chunks of metal... And he a little time befpore he issued on the com, "FLIGHT 1 AND 3, BREAK OFF! FULL SPEED FAR FROM GABRIELS POSITION!" Yeah, he didn't want his guys to be hit by those chunks ! With some difficulties he manages to get the fighter back on track against the wave, and to get outside the blast radius. Taking a look behind him. That ship was the result of years' of his work to get Cochran financially viable and to develop its economy... All that was just being destroyed today, and that was the first occurence of it to his mind, focused as he was on his job against the bombers. The ray was flying straight for a few seconds as the man was realising that... not without shedding.. a tear. )) As the battle rages on, with the Imperials now focusing their full efforts on the Republic Navy with the death of the Gabriel. Scimitars continue to explode or shoot off their missiles, TIE Interceptors continue to provide cover, and the Star Destroyers and their picket ships continue to do their job of making scrap out of the rebel fleet. The Malignant, her shields down, comes under heavy fire by rebel X-wings, but as explosions rip through her hull, she continues onward, undeterred as a fighter screen of Interceptors sweep in to clear out the X-wings, or try to, as the Malignant unleashes a concussion missile barrage on its enemy capital ships. Tellain grunts. Lasers make a man hot and bothered. Granted, that's not the good bothering. More lasers start peppering the hull. It's like he's in a box. Everywhere he goes, the lasers follow. Co-Pilot has quieted down by now, but he's starting to get worried about his partner's crazy fightings. Tellain, now that there's some distance and a lack of ramming, strokes the trigger when the lock light comes on. Maybe this time he'll actually hit.))
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