Meanwhile, aboard the Iron Hand... Deke's turret trails just a few clicks shy of its target as he struggles to maintain a lock. "Ram 'em, I say. Gnats is all they are." His jaw sets in an expression of concentration, and his finger flexes over the firing stud. "For J'ra!" the J'rathi known as Frinr says into the commlink as it swings the turret around for the nearest Awing, drawing a lead and firing, sending screaming arcs of red death out into space, hopefully towards the black A-Wing. Meanwhile, aboard the Vendetta... Meanwhile, outside the Vendetta... Meanwhile, aboard the Vendetta...