"INCOMING!" Explosions rocked the Gallofree-class transport as its countermeasures barely took out the hails of proton torpedoes directed at it. Imperial Broadside cruisers were surrounding it, furiously firing off volleys of torpedoes. Under usual circumstances, the Gallofree would have been reduced to scrap metal within seconds. Fortunately for its occupants, the transport had been modified accordingly for such a situation—but even the advanced laser countermeasures that made up most of said modifications were being strained to the limit. "Not on sensors, sir. Looks like we're in the clear."