Log:One Man's Trash

One Man's Trash

OOC Date: December 7, 2019
Location: Hook Nebula
Participants: Rey, Finn, Ektor, Kaelyn, Dyannah Nerus, Borias Temerian, Sar Yavok, Merek, Lofty, Elrych Cometburn, Callax Dalso, Nova Korell, Jessika Pava NPC'd by Poe, Snap Wexley NPC'd by Poe, Poe Dameron

The Hook Nebula is a chaotic swirl of combusting gasses in every color known to the optical spectrum, creating a visual that is not unlike a distant, ongoing thunderstorm in space. So vast it is considered a sector unto itself, the nebula has birthed dozens of stars though the density of its component elements combined with a strong magnetic field play havoc with all but the most focused of short-range sensors. This has made the Hook Nebula a final refuge for rebels and ruffians in nearby space over the centuries; many are the ships who vanished from sensors in the trackless depths, never to emerge. Derelicts could drift for millennia without being discovered. Or, in the case of the present operation: for over fifty years. The vast, battered bulk of a Luchrehulk-class battleship has seen roughly a quarter of its hull ring blasted away. Dozens of inert Vulture droids perch frozen on its remaining hull, in the same positions they had powered-down half a century before. A decades-old trail of detritus spreads through the nebula from the site of the long-forgotten last stand of the Seperatist holdouts. The remains of one doomed resistance against overwhelming force are now the hope of another generation's resistance.

The Resistance (and Friends!) team of ships arrived within the Nebula at the specific coordinates provided by a sympathetic black marketeer. They had been promised as many 'capital scale warship components' as they could carry, but those familiar with the source (a gangly and sketchy Neimoidian named Naq Muura) would know to be quick about their scavenging work.

<<Listen, I ain't dragging Naq or anything,>> Ektor had grumbled warily aboard the *Ghost*. << I'm just saying if we're the only ones he sold these coordinates to, then every Wookiee in the galaxy is about to spontaneously go bald, cause Hell has frozen over, yeah?>> He doesn't elaborate as to how those two events are connected.

Well Kae had been researching a location of clone era stuff. She had visions of fetching it and bringing it to the resistance, it's something she does quite often reallyh.

As the swirling blue of hyperspace fades to real-space and the giant space thunderstorm, Kae blinks "Ooh first time here..." Then her sensors go off, and she's noticing other ship sin the area, and tilts her head, sending out a sensor ping... << Wanderlost here and all, looks like some other folks got the information on this location then?>> She asks, then tilts her head, peering at the sensor readings on the Ghost... She then hmms and switches her channel << Heya folks, it's Ears here... How's things?>> Those that might know her might recognize the fighter parked in the fighter nook on the back of her VCX, that of the custom Wyvern fighter Kae has flown on multiple occasions helping out the Resistance and all.

Kae then ignites her engines, and begins flying toward the Resistance folks, the girl looking around curiously and keeping an eye on any sensors, even going as far as patching into the wyvern's sensors for help. Two sets of eyes are better than one after all.

The Ghost streaks into existence, her golden engine contrails contributing to the sudden burst of light that heralded its arrival. Poe Dameron is at its helm, a headset on, making his curly hair even messier. <<"My old man said two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead. So I'm expecting company. Break-- Everyone check in and let's get our sensors online here.">> Poe switches to the internal comms for the Ghost, lazily leaning back in his seat to look at the rare view. "All guns online, Ghost? Any issues?" BB-8 was warbling already about the tractor beam functions check. "Good, good, buddy. Just make sure it's ready when we're in range."

Elrych Cometburn sat in the Captains chair of the Fair Mynock. Yes he was wearing his shades. It was his ship and he could look as cool as he wanted. (He didn't. He is just a dork.) The Mynick boasted two turbolaser batteries, two double laser turrets, and two proton torpedo launchers for defence plus a good healthy ammount of shielding and hull plating. "Stations everyone... we are approaching the nebula." He ablnniunced to the crew. 385 toms worth of space for what they could bring aboard.

Sitting in the co-pilot's chair of the Ghost is Sar Yavok, seemingly content to let Poe handle all of the work up until now. But then they're streaking back into existence and the old Corellian is sitting up straight, running a hand down his face, "Alright, kid; where's the guns on this thing, again?" He looks over to Poe, sniffing sharply as if he just woke up from a nap.

Sometimes it pays to be in the right place at the right time, sometimes it doesn't. Ektor's call for help had caught Dyannah on Rori. The U-Wing hadn't been taken out and 'aired' for too long. It all coincided, right? From the way she is tapping her finger on the console she may not be so sure.

In profile the U-Wing, with its wings swept forward is a knife ending in a thick handle with four engines mounted on it. The circular transparisteel cockpit gives a unique and intimate view of space above and below the two pilots. Dyannah, in a vac suit with her helmet attached to the console to the right of her seat, sits in the pilots seat next to one of the newer members of the Res, Borias, that she had grabbed off the landing field on her way out. It's fun to share booty or mistakes. Right?

The blue of hyper space transforms into long white line that focus into stars. <Nerus, in the Plan A, on flight path, Ektor> She announces over coms, her pink fingers flips switches and they have their target on mark.

Lofty the Talz has crammed himself in the Millenium Falcon's ventral CEC AG-2G quad laser turret despite his size. The woolly white alien was playing a rousing game of Dejarik in hyperspace, but his Molator was eaten by Finn's Mantellian Savrip and everything fell apart from there. His only solace is that he still has the last iced donut with dark matter sprinkles from the Adarian bakery in Theed. He adjusts the commset on his head and unwraps his donut, using his dextrous boopsnoot to nibble sprinkles off the top of the donut. Delicious.

Merek is settling about in the Mynock, while he takes a moment to place the flight armor on which came with the smuggling attire, the goggles which he wears linking up with the targeting computer while he takes a moment to pull the sleek black attire on the flight suit, while he begins to check on a few sensors to assist in salvage also.

The Millennium Falcon slips out of hyperspace and comes to a full stop. In the cockpit, Rey is standing on the chair behind the pilot's seat. Chewbacca is in the co-pilot's chair.

"Yes, you're right. I was wrong." Rey is saying, bracing herself as the ship lurches out of hyperspace. "They said the part was in refabricated condition. I trusted them. I've already said I'm sorry." She tells the Wookiee who huffs out a response to the girl as he adjusts some ship settings.

Once the part is ripped out of its panel, the alarm stops beeping. "So we won't have that new software operational after all." Rey says as she climbs down and tosses the small circuit board into the chair's seat, then moves to sit down in the pilot's chair. She looks over to Chewie who looks over to her.

"I'm sorry!" She repeats, he 'Rrrowls' back at her and she shows a faint grin before she looks back out of the cockpit.

"We're here!" She calls back to the others, now settling into the pilot's chair she keys open a comm.

<"Millennium Falcon, reporting. Ready.">

"Yep," Finn says, leaning forward between the pilot and co-pilot seats of the Falcon to look through the cockpit window at the wreck of the Lucrehulk outside, "That's definitely a huge pile of scrap."

He's not in his own turret for the moment, instead he's lurking in the cockpit where he can get a better look at things. Still, once Rey reports their arrival he turns and rushes back down the corridor. A moment later he is slinging himself onto the ladder, clambering up with two legs and one hand as the other gingerly carries one of Lofty's tasty donuts.

"Mrph," Finn calls as he puts on the headset, getting comfy in the dorsal turret's seat and hastily swallowing the mouthful, "All set."

Borias is sittign in the co-pilot's chair next to Dynnah, frowning to himself. "Never been on a salvage operation before..how do we know those things won't come back on line if we get too close?" he rumbles, frowning as he looks at the sensor images of the shut-down Vultures. "Kriff, those things are creepy..." he mutters.

The /Stellar Jewel/ is a new acquisition for Callax, so new in fact that the perfume of the previous owner still hangs in the lounge. Sleek, elegant, marine - the Simiyiar plies the radiant chaos of the Nebula, arriving in realspace at the appointed coordinates and swallowed in a riot of color. There, thus painted by the light of a chorus o distant stars, the /Jewel/ an its crew arrive in a suitably dramatic fashion.

< All right, everyone, > calls Callax over the ship's intercom from the cockpit bubble riding the vessel's back. < Turret gunners, report in. > Guiding the ion turret is a grim, dark man, who's mutter of 'Ion turret, green' make up more words than what can usually be expected. This is Killan Sinh.

From engineering, Callax's assigned R2 unit, Babo, whistles its readiness as it already goes about the ship's systems, and at the co-pilot's station behind the pale pilot in his armored flight-suit a Bothan woman in her own suit taken from her homeland's navy, bereft of insignia or seal of government, looks over her console as the glow from the nebula illuminates both ther stations from on high.

"Think it'll be easy this time around, Witchy? We're tad bit undergunned from what we're used to." Page is a sharp soul, but also a much more cautious on than her captain.

"Well, darling," Callax mutters, loud enough for his fellow to hear as he turns the ship toward the other vessels of the group, "Let's just hope that other vessels prove a more tempting target. We're a minnow in a school of bloody patrol boats."

On board the /Stellar Jewel/, Nova swings the laser cannons back and forth, testing the turret's servo-response and speed. The Mon Cal vessel is lovely and plush, but fortunately has enough weaponry to take care of itself. <Laser turret, hot and ready to burn,> she coms, looking out at the nebula... and the truly incredible amount of wreckage (and potential salvage) within. < I hope the pickings are as rich as they look from here. This'd be a long trip to make for rotten Vweilu-nuts.>

Kae tilts her head, flying her ship near the Lucrehulk... << Ladies and gents, I've spotted a quad-turbo laser, it appears to be in good shape.>> She says and grins a bit. Soon enough, she's flying the Wanderlost near the massive weapons emplacement, and locking the freighter down on the Lucrehulk's hull...

As she settles it down, she kee's the engines warm, while deploying the freighters' lower hatch, opening it up and lowering her many, many droids out on a lift... "Okie boys.." She says to them and between the droids and Kae, the Quad Turbolaser emplacement starts to go down in a rather big hurry, the crew using the lack of gravity, and some portable repulsors to start getting the cannon into the hold of the VCX.. << This is good stuff here guys!>> Kae calls out, and yes her voice is rather cheerful.

"Gunnery is back in the corridor; one starboard and port. One below too." Poe answers Sar. The rest of their time is spent delicately using the tractor beam to draw up components into the cargo bay. Poe took note of the bridge and even made a comment over comms about the central computer being removed but also mentioned what appeared to be a fresh patch job, albeit crude. The last of the Ghost's load-up operations were drawing to a close and Poe had his feet kicked up in the cockpit, knocking back a citrus orange colored fizzyglug. When it drained, he cast it into the rubbish nearby and spun back around in his chair to face ahead. <<"Alright, another sensor sweep. Let's just make sure we're still alone, people.">>

"Heard that," Sar says, nodding to Poe and moving to stand up, unslinging his gun belt from the back of his chair and wrapping it around his waist. "Get a load of that," Sar says, gesturing to a weak signal pinging back on the sensor readout. "That's a Sheathipede. We snag that thing up, I can probably get it running again."

Sheathipede retrieved, Sar will spend the next several hours working away at the thing in an attempt to get those little engines singing once more.

"Rich pickings in this systems. Isn't it strange that we're the ones to find them, Bors," the zeltron leans forward the light from their forward lights greying the tint of her face. She opens the sensor suite and begins to run a sweep on the bridge of the derelict ship. Minutes pass as the computers and sensor systems talk to one another.

"Alright, Bors, let's suit up." She tucks the end of one her blue braids that she has wrapped around her head back into place and reaches for the helmet. "We might be going in to retrieve something from....well, don't you know, the Geobukseon. Looks like we may have a data core that's on the bridge. Like I said, rich pickings."

Borias grunts, reaching out to snag his helmet and sliding into place as it seals. "Let's hope there's no booby traps still waiting." he rumbles, heading out after Dyannah. "I'll follow your lead, I couldn't even pick up anything on the sensors..."

"Alright... there's the wreckage. Everyone hold your breath, I'm bringing us in close." All gunners wells were occupied and Buckets was back in engineering just to make sure that things ran smoothly during this little operation. Taking a deep breath the Corellian Jedi reaches out to the force, surrounding himself with it, letting it penetrate his very existance and almost... consume him. The flood lights come on outside of the ship and illuminate the wreckage of and old battle cruiser. "Man... it's remarkably well preserved... wait. Is that." He taps a few things into the computer terminal there. "Ahah... Vulcher Droids." He opens up the intercom. "Kirsti! Ororo, suit up and bring in as much of that as you can!"

A few hours go by and well, Elrych has to go down to inspect. The Female Kubaz is giving him a negative report. "Well it ant useless cuz it doesn't work! The knuckle draggers can melt it down and fix holes with it. Look on the bright side. We're taking it back. I'll keep looking for more." Back to the bridge with him.

Lofty climbs down from the turret and his donut is gone, but the icing is still stuck to his claws. He pores over the scan results in the cockpit, looming over Rey and Finn, but spots something of interest and points it out. "There! Vulture droid brain!" He has a project in mind. Utilizing the poor man's tractor beam - a simple magnetic harpoon that most ships have for nabbing cargo - Lofty manages to nick a few vulture droids. Unfortunately the brains are defective or have some kind of glitch in them. Bugs. The Techno-Union's code is just a mess.

Merek begins scanning the wreckages of the ships, while he takes a moment to look at the data, and nods a bit while he inputs that into a datastick, and comlinks, <<"Victory-I looks like the usual model for all of the ships besides the one we're working with.">>

Finn follows Lofty back down from the turret, having finished his own donut and swinging by the rec lounge in search of any that might be left over. Finding none, he continues on to the cockpit and follows the pointed claw to the vulture droid brain.

"Those are old Star Destroyers," Finn announces, gesturing to the halo of wreckage, "Old tech, but sturdy - ships like those won the war for the Empire."

He practically climbs over the console between the pilot and co-pilot seats, pointing towards the wreckage, "Hey! Hey, hey! The shield generator's still in one piece! Swing us in, we can pick that up, too."

The Falcon gently sweeps through the wreckage and salvage here. Rey keeps her eyes going this way and that as she and Chewbacca navigate the ship through it all. The lights in the cockpit are down low, and the ambient light from space outside is occasionally blocked-out by the debris, which sweeps shadows across she and the Wookiee's faces.

"Ghosts." Rey softly says. "Lots of them."

Chewbacca makes a little noise at the girl's near-whispered words and she looks over at him and grins.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She responds to her co-pilot. "I only meant in the sense that... well, its a haunting sight."

Once they're in range of a pocket of machinery they're looking for, the portside cargo hold's ventral loading palette extends down from beneath the Falcon. "I'll fly us in. Artoo, make sure you operate the pullies to get the right stuff that we've indicated on sensors."

Artoo responds over comms with an affirmative. R2-D2 being on the part of the Falcon that has lowered down beneath it, he's out in the vacuum of space now and begins to fire the salvage harpoons to pull the designates pieces back to the ship to load them onto the palette.

When Finn enters and makes his claims, Rey quickly starts to mark them as well everything else she can. "Okay, okay. Artoo is working on it all. There's a lot here. Paaatience." She tries best to calm the others.

Time spent in junk-choked space, Callax's eyes streched and warped into their ultra-keen permutations, eventually yields fruit - keeping a weather eye upon the scanners and the field of scrap at once thanks to his ridiculous vision, Callax spots a piece of nameless superstructure floating somewhat apart from the bulk of the scrap belt. "Well, hello," he murmurs to himself, catching a glint of suspiciously intact alloy amongst warped beams and shredded hull plate. "What have we here?"

Gloved fingers dance across the panels, and a field projector array is revealed once the ship's own scanners probe the wreckage. "Just what we needed, it appears." Slipping out of the pilot's seat, Callax goes to check his suit's helmet seal, then pulls it on as he proceeds past his copilot and toward the stairway leading belowdecks. << Genn, >> he calls over the interlinked comms via his helmet, << Get the gear ready. We're going down to collect some treasure. Everyone else, be on your guard. >>

It takes time, of course. The two men, Callax and a sunny, red-headed fellow in an antiquated pressure suit named Ordeka Genn, go out with portable repuslors and tractor units - it takes a long while to clear the junk away from the hull section, like clearing charred flesh from a blaster wound, but eventually the projector array and its associated equipment are exposed, detached from the mangled superstructure, and carefully brought back into the /Jewel's/ bay - the ship's design takes a bit more work than others might, but soon enough the prize is loaded away within enough time as not to require a replenishment of the breather tanks.

<< Well, Jewel, >> Callax calls over the local link. << That's the field unit in. Do we see anything else? >>

In the turret, Nova works the focused sensor emitter from the targeting system over the mangled ships. Movement and energy emissions that don't belong to the salvagers are her priorities. And salvage. <Jewel here. Have you checked the small craft bay on that Victory-class Destroyer? The fighters probably all launched, but the utility birds might still be there. Lots of potential salvage there, Cal, and we can always use small craft parts.> This turns out to be true: The small craft aren't in great shape, but they weren't blown to space dust in combat. Lots of usable parts there!

Ektor had prevailed on Poe to deposit him aboard the derelict battleship's hangar in his vacuum suit. There, over the next couple hours, he had picked among the wreckage of fifty year old droid fighters. At one point, he crows, <<Hey, Pretty Boy: the Ghost full up, yet? If it's full up, I need somebody who's got some hold space left to get close, I hit some kinda... droid cannon jackpot, yeah? Say, what you call a droid with like.. four laser cannons on it?>> he wonders aloud.

Any answers he might get will be interrupted in the next moments by a new arrival in the vicinity. The first vessel is a big GS-100 salvage ship, the *Tuun Korooa*. Sensor signals struggle with all the interference, but it is followed shortly after by a Xiytiar heavy transport, and a YT-2000 light freighter, in close formation.

Well Kae was about to hunt for other things after she gets the massive quad turbolaser turret broken down and on board the Wanderlost, then new folks arrive << Possible trouble folks.. Anyone wanna initiate communications?>> She asks, then umms << Yeah, I think I has space aboard the Wanderlost, I'll float over and pick ya up.>> She says to Ektor, the girl then closing up her freighter after the droids are on board... " Droids, get the mag cables ready and get ready to get Ektor on board..." She says to them, getting nods and affirmatives as well as beeps.. Kae really does own a small army of droids after all...

Kae's freighter lifts from the Lucrehulk's hull, and spins, the girl only using light thrusters, honestly she's gotten really good since the last op she went on with the Res... As she gets closer, kae tilts her head << Hey, stand on your thingie, Imma land right on top of ya with my cargo hold wide open...>> SHe says, and true to her word, the large under hatch on the VCX's belly opens up... Her combat droids and also her BB droids can be seen peering out of the the hold as the lights come on, lighting up Ektor and everything else around them while Kae very very gently brings the freighter down and really around Ektor and his loot.

Another pause << Hey if those incoming ships are trouble, can you get on a gun or take the wyvern out?>>

Poe coughs when his sensors pick up the sudden arrival of multiple ships on sensors. "Rekk.. we got company, guys! Jess--"-- Jess cuts him off, the thunking of her heavy boots heard as she runs past the control cabin to the aft of the ship. "I'm already taking the aft gun, Poe. Snap has the--" Snap cut her off. "--Ion cannon is online, Poe. Awaiting your order." Grumbling, Poe slides his hand along a row of buttons, bringing the dormant engines to life. "Alright, hold on everyone!"

From space, the Ghost blasts into full impulse away from the wreckage and makes for a path to cut the new arrivals off. POE HAS NOT ENGAGED YET, they have not provoked a fight. <<"Unidentified craft, This is the Ghost. The salvage here is claimed. Redirect your present course or be fired upon. We're not hostile, but we will defend our find! First and last warning!">>

"No, pal.. the shields. Bring up the damn..--" Poe stands up and flips the switch for the shields. BB-8 warbles. "I know.. you couldn't reach them. I'm sorry." He sits back down. Jess speaks up. "Poe, rear cannons are online.--" Snap's voice cuts over the comms. "Running targeting scans now." Poe grumbles, looking along the control panel before staring out into space. "This could get ugly /real/ fast."

At the news of the incoming ships, Sar sets his tools aside and wipes the excess grime off of his hands and onto his pants before reaching up to pat the side of the small shuttle and turning to make his way toward the cockpit to have a look.

"Doesn't look great, does it?" he asks the flyboy, squinting out of the viewport at the trio of ships. He moves over to the communications terminal and tries his best to lock the incoming signal down. He grunts softly as he loses any and all progress, looking to Poe and saying, a finger lifted to the viewport, "Their signal's not making any sense. It's a sort of rapid-fire binary, which...I should be able to break down, but it's shifting in a way that I can't make heads or tails of."

At the call to action, Sar's turning and heading down the hallway that Poe previously indicated and making his way to strap into a turret, lowering the headset down, and turning lots of knobs.

Hours out in the wreckage yielded more than the computer core but it is the richest of all their pickings from the bridge. Helmet off, the hours of work show in Dyannah's face, the rich pink drained of color.

Back in the hold of the Plan A, she and Borias strap the core in the troop transport section using seat belts. They talk as they work, "You know the Geobukseon's admiral was Admiral Sunjin. A real hero from what I've read, the last of the Trade Federation to fight the Empire after the Neimoidia fell."

The board in the cockpit beeps a warning. "Let me get up there and see what's going on."

Strapped in the Zeltron studies the sensor readings then flips the coms open, <Ghost? Any action planned? We are bringing up shields and bringing weapons online>

Elrych has his feet up on the console of the pilots seat, Unera and Yamo up there with him in their respective bridge positions. He's cycling through sensor logs as the large ship lumbers near some wreckage. "Nothing... nothing... more nothing. I'm hungrey. Hey Unera, ya wana make me a-" He stops as the sensor alarms go off and the flotilla or large and small freighters pop into existance. "Ah Krif."

See, there's this big red button on the Mynock. It's a pretty great button but it usually means something bad when you push it. It even has a note on it, 'ONLY USE IN EMERGENCIES'. Today, Elrych, Jedi Initiate and proud Lieutenant of Black Squadron would press... no slam his palm down on that button so hard he could be convicted of assult AND battery on several systems not too far from the nebula. "BATTLESTATIONS!!!!" He yells, commands. Kalaxions blare and red lights flash as the over exageration continues. His crew just stares at him as he stands there with his hand on the button.

"Well... what are you waiting for?" The two get up and move down to their positions. One stays up on the bridge with him. Merek takes his gun, One of his crew on the rest of the turrets.

The Jedi takes a breath and sits down in the pilots seat once more, turning the faster than average YZ-775 from its slow lumber to come about towards the flotilla. He boradcasts over the intercomm and internal comms. <<"Turbolasers, lock onto that Xiyatar... I'll ready for a Torpedo lock. Defense Cannons, target at will. We'll fire as soon as the Major gives us a go ahead.">>

The Mynock was flying with a full compliment and they were all Ex-Corellian Military. Expatriots who reconnected with Elrych after Corellia's fall. Excpt for Merek... her was just Merek. That poor fellah.

"If we can call traitors to the Republic heroes, yeah." Borias says dryly as he muscles the core into place, then walks back over, looking over the remainder as he tugs out some code cylinders. "Meh. That's all we're getting, these cylinders are fried. Radiation." He shakes his head and drops them, walking back over to Dyannah and helps her get it back and strapped down, before turning his head at the beeping, grunting in agreement as he jogs up beyond the Zeltron. "Raise shields either way, I think. Best to be cautious out here..." Borias rumbles, settling his bulk in the copilot's chair, his fingers near the weapons systems as he watches tehs ensors to see what happens next.

Lofty is surprised at the sudden apperance of ships. "Uh oh. Lofty get the gun up!" he warbles to Rey, Finn, and Chewbacca. The Talz thunders down the circular corridor and worms his way into the ventral turret again, powering it up with his sticky icing-covered claws. A few dark matter sprinkles shake loose from his pure white fur. He makes certain the interruptor-templates slide clear of his quad turret's barrels, then uses the (now icing-covered) joysticks to move his seat and the cannons transverse, then transvex, accompanied by a loud WHIRRRR-WHURRRRR sound as everything moves on rails.

Merek seems thoughtful and looks to the data on the sensors while he begins to scan it and decipher, his fingers moving along while he begins to check on the comlink, <<"The transmission is a series of data to work to the main reactivating of the vulture droids within sensors range. I'd be prepared to fight.">>

The Falcon's lower cargo palette is pulled back up inside of the ship's far-side cargo hold. Moments later and the atmosphere inside of the hold shifts and equalizes with the rest of the vessel, then the door rolls up into the ceiling and Artoo comes rolling out into the corridor toward the recreation room, bleeping and beeping about his successful cargo harpooning, only to find nobody is there to hear about it... so he starts to roll his head side to side and roll the rest of himself toward the cockpit.

Inside said cockpit, Rey is controlling the Falcon to turn to starboard, while pushing the throttle forward. The YT-freighter gently and calmly rolls, twists and glides through a ring of debris, a shadow passing over its entire hull from front to back, then it emerges and starts back to the point where they had all come inside the system originally.

"They're watching possible threats. This is a lucrative spot... word is bound to get out. There's plenty here for everyone, really, but its best to be prepared."

Chewbacca huffs back at Rey as she glances back to where the others are/where. "Be ready..." She warns.

"Those don't look friendly," Finn announces, jabbing a finger off towards the new arrivals in the system as Lofty takes off back towards the turret, "Okay, definitely not friendly."

Rey and Chewie both are given friendly squeezes on the shoulder and a wish of "good luck!" before Finn also turns, taking off down the corridor. As the center of gravity shits upon entering the turret, Finn slips into the seat and boots up the targeting computer. The headset is brought down over his ears, the receiver tilted towards his mouth.

"Alright, I remember this," he says to himself, turning the turret as the chair rattles along with it, "I'm watching 'em!"

<< Sharp eyes, Korell, >> replies Callax at the revelation of a small craft bay filled with parts in the corpse of one of the Star Destroyers here. << My compliments - Genn! Let's see what we can haul out. >> What can be hauled out is a /considerable/ bounty, reported in for the salvage crews to get the rest if they desire; a span later, the two men have loaded the bay of the /Stellar Jewel/ full of reparatory treasure, locked down, strapped, boxed, or otherwise confined and contained. Gold stars for everyone, and ice cream for Nova later.

With the cargo loaded, Callax marches from the bay and up the stairs leading to the cockpit; his helmet already unsealed, perspiration still beaded on his pale brow, he passes Page at her station and slides into the pilot's seat, stowing his helmet on the deck under his console. "What do we have here, then?"

"Incoming ships, cap," says Page, concern lining her furred face. "Merek's on comms saying they're broadcasting a signal."

"Right, then," Callax mutters, cueing the intercom as he sets about directing the ship's comms emitter in the direction of the incoming vessels. "Hello, darlings. It appears we're getting company in - Nova, slide out of that turret and go to the fore computer terminal, see if you can't diffuse it if I can't." A few moment of dealing with the new ship's computer, unfamiliar beast that it is, brings a sigh to his lips. "All right, well, see what you can do." It's with a hint of acid gloom that Callax reaches for the yoke after cutting the intercom. He says to Page, "See what I get for being clever?"

<Way ahead of you, Cal,> Nova calls, having already been frantically pulling loose buckles and straps. She'd heard Merek's message, too. She kicks free from the turret's seat and slides down the ladder, hurrying for the forward computer terminal.

It takes her several crucial seconds to find it, toggling on the screen and getting to work. "Some kind of remote control signal, on a oscillating frequency. It's like they're flailing about trying to get something to power on..."

It hits her in moments. "Droid control signals! This corner of space is rotten with Vulture Droids! Some of them might still work!" She hastily keys in several commands of her own and rotates the main com antenna of the /Jewel/, intercepting the signal with a blast of all-frequency static that's probably audible on the interlopers' com systems; probably not pleasantly and at earsplitting volume.

She looks forward to the cockpit. "Countering... I just hope we're getting it all!"

Ektor chuckles over the comms to Kaelyn as he scrambles up on top of an old inert Tri-fighter, looking up at the descending bulk of the Wanderlost's ventral cargo bay, <<Yeah, easy on the way down, Ears. I'd take it as a personal favor if you don't squish me, yeah?>> She doesn't. With a relieved exhale, the Tionese pilot greets the Sephi with a crooked grin, "You kidding? Hell yeah I'll take the Wyvern out! Just holler when we're clear and I'll launch. Drinks are on me, back on the world, yeah?" as he hurry-limps toward the docked fightercraft.

Outside, against the polychromatic backdrop of the Hook Nebula, the newly arrived trio of civilian gunships have seen the rancor's share of their transmissions toward the inert Vulture droids scrambled, thanks to Nova's countermeasures. The quick thinking scrambles most of the signals.. but not all.

Luchrehulk battleships carried 1500 Vulture droids at full capacity. This one still had 196 perched on its outer hull when the Resistance had arrived. Of those, only a handful were able to respond, due to passed time and scrambled transmissions, but ten of the aged warbirds display dull red in their optical sensors once again, and take to wing.

With the knowledge that this is all the help they're going to get, the main guns of the Xiytiar open fire on the Ghost.

Kae peers, and tilts her head << Ektor, yer gonna be the one really helping us with the vultures, as the Wyvern is well suited to that...>> She says over internall coms as she pulls the cargo into the hold and closes up the hatch, the Wanderlost sstarts to lift off the surface of the Lucre hulk as Kae looks over something ona computer screen << Everyone, heey, I have an idea, have your secondary transpoder emit a pulsed binary signal, at frequency 4.428. That should mess with the droid's targetting systems. It's not full proof, but we should be able to make it harder for them to hit us.>> She says and starts switching the Wanderlost to do just that...

As the VCX leaves the hull of the lucrehulk, Kae starts blasting spaceword... Over the intercom < We're up!> Then she adds <OK crew, man the guns!> And yeah, Kae has a small crew on board, they each jump into one of the two dual laser turrets.... << I'll work with Ektor to help with the vulture droids.. Got light weapons to deal with them, or I can bring my heavy weapons to bear on the enemy freighters>>

"Yeah," Poe says in response to Colonel Yavok. "BB-8 says they're talking to something on those derelict ships. Chances of us blocking that kind of rapid fire signal is slim." Poe is flipping his comms over to the encrypted signal to speak with Plan A that had asked him for action. <<"Plan A? This is Ghost. We're standing by until they--- THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US.. oh, no.. WE GOT COMPANY. I'm going for the biggest one, someone disable that salvage ship and the transport. Wait-- What do you MEAN they got vulture.. Okay, we've got Vulture droids!">>

Poe slams the throttle forward using his cupped hand. "Hold on back there, guys. We're going for the big one."-- "Copy that," Says Jess while Snap grunts. "Orient the shields to the front, buddy. This could go the other way." From the perspective of space, the Ghost is on a suicide run toward the larger ship, firing every cannon it has.

Elrych switches the targeting comptuer on for the Proton Torpedo Tubes, flipping several switches. The rectical auto finds the Salvage ship and starts to calculate a solution. That's when the shooting starts and the Vulcher droids show up on the sensors. "Ah Drek, why... Just why. Alright. Try to keep those Vulcher Droids off us. They're guna be hard to hit. Turbolaser Batteries, focus fire on the Xiytiar. That thing can have up to Ten hardmounts on it and can really mess up our day." He keeps an eye on the targeting computer, maneuvering the ship so the turrets can get a better shot off. One Turbo laser zips by, but the other large green beam slams into the shields of the ship, eating away at it. "This is going to be a slug fest." And Elrych's first real Cap-ship-ish battle. "Eggsy, get ready to fix the shields. We ant dodging Drek in this thing."

Opening salvo! Thwakka thwakka thwakka! Womp rats! T-16! Back Home! Ha ha! Let's head home, guys!

These are all things Sar would be saying right now if any of his heavy blaster bolts had found their way. Unfortunately, they all go just wide of the enemy ship.

"Twisted too many knobs, I think," he grumbles, backpedaling a little bit on his early, excessive range adjustments.

First response from the 'Ghost' seemed calm enough till Dameron's voice changes in mid-sentence reading out the threat that is showing on their monitors as well. "Let's follow the Ghost in, she doesn't maneuver really well. I don't see us jinking around like the Resistance fighters. You are on ion cannons, Borias. I hope you enjoy fights because we have one." The U-Wing races behind the 'Ghost' firing its laser cannon missing the mark. "Goddess, here we go!"

Lofty finally fires up that ventral turret on the 'Falcon. Vulture droids present a particular challenge because they are small and fast, but as the murder of vultures begin to make their attack run, Lofty's targeting computer lights up on a square. He depresses the firing studs after moving the turret with the pedals, the quad lasers blasting away. FOOM FOOM FOOM FOOOM. One barrel fires every 1.32 seconds from the AG-2G turret and at least two laser bursts hit, exploding a vulture droid into thousands of pieces.

Merek looks to a targe which he begins to line up into the sight with the maneuver of the laser cannons. There's a shift while he begins to position to where the droid will be, instead of where it is, then he takes a clean strike, the crimson energy of the cannons blasting into the ship which then begins to drift into pieces back into space also. <<"We still have eight.">>

When the call out of the incoming attackers is made, the Millennium Falcon pulls around hard to starboard. "Enemy fighters, coming in." Rey says over the internal Falcon comms to the gunners. Chewbacca makes a quiet noise and Rey's focused stare out the forward viewpoint twitches just a little. "Those are droids?" She asks. Chewie confirms. "Enemy droids, coming in." Rey then corrects herself.

She's never seen a vulture droid before, her expertise in ships primarily still resides solely in everything that was at the battle of Jakku and was summarily shot down into the deserts there.

The Falcon's engines flare bright white, edge in blue, and the disc-shaped freighter soars through the salvage field toward the enemies! When Lofty's turret opens fire, the flash of explosion beneath the Falcon, and in front of it, lights up the cockpit's interior. "Nice shot, Lofty!" She calls out to the gunner.

As the vulture droids swarm, Finn sees something he'd never have imagined he'd see before today - a swarm of angry vulture droids. It's like something out of one of the Clone Wars holofilms (the ones available amongst the First Order where the Jedi are noticeably absent). But as amazed as he is to see them, he's just as happy to blast them out of the sky.

"Vulture droids!" he announces, as though the rest of the Falcon's crew needed to be told. He swings the turret around quickly, tracking one of them for a moment before depressing the triggers. The cannon lights up, and a split-second later the vulture droid erupts in a momentary fireball somewhere to port.

"Scratch one!"

Oh, fun. Droids. Always droids. Callax, hands on the yoke, punches the transport out of its holding position and into an elliptic course that will, hopefully, take the ship out of danger while allowing its guns to pound the machines that rise from the wreck. For the moment, beholding living history is not on his list of planned experiences. "Entering attack course," he calls over the intercom, once he's put on a proper headset. "Turrets, target the droids." He falls silent then, no wit or dry rejoinders; it is as if when he is behind the stick of a combat ship, albeit this craft be far larger. But he has commanded bombers before, and this is really no different.

Meanwhile, the grim man at the controls of the ion turret brings the cannon around to target the flying droids. "Firing," the gunner, a man named Singh, calls over the link. But though he is a skilled soldier, his gunnery is along the lines of a regular, not an ace - the ion bolt whistles past and is already moving to another, easier target.

At the computer console still, Nova winces at the order and dashes for the turret. "Couldn't stop the signal..." she mutters, leaping for the ladder.

She's up the ladder and into the turret's seat within ten seconds, just in time to see a droid fighter vectoring on the /Jewel/! She spins the turret on reflex and opens fire, slamming both shots into the Vulture! The ancient terror bursts satisfyingly into sparks and scrap metal. She hastily reaches for the safety harnes with one hand, controlling the turret with the other. < Suggest we let the ions tear into that Xiytiar before it knocks too many of our friends out of this fight. We need it gone!>

"I hear you, Ears: just keep an eye out the canopy, you gonna watch your baby bird wrecking face, yeah?" Ektor cackles at the Sephi, as he climbs into the Wyvern, and powers the prototype fighter up, rocketing out into space the instant Kaelyn informs him they're clear. <<Arright, arright, here we go->> he drawls as the Wyvern if brought around, cannons are powered up, and targets acquired. <<Hey, Elrock: six missile slingers on your ass, kid,>> he informs the Mynock's captain.

Meanwhile, as the *Falcon* spirals through the spreading skirmish, an ominous metallic clattering can be heard throughout the old YT-1300, originating in the cargo hold... Borias curses a bit. "Great, salvage op goes straight into a firefight in the middle of things...." He snaps his controls around, sending blue bolts streaking towarsd the Xiytiar, but missing as it jinks and rotates back and forth.

As the Wanderlost takes a few hits, Kae blinks, then flails, seeing the shields ripple.. "Hitch, get on it mate!" She calls out, the droid beeping an acknowledgement, and working rapidly on the shields.

Kae brings the nimble, rather big freighter around, the hatches for her torpedo tubes opening up as the GX-100 now hears the tell tale sound of a lock on being aquired... "Okie boys, shoot at me why don'tcha.." She mutters, watching the targetting hud put the ever nice-to-see red lock on indicator on the salvage vessel.

Kae then blinks, and more flailing "Get on it boys!" She calls out, as both the twin laser turrets start spitting out rapid fire laser blasts at enemy vulture droids..

<<Yus yus, I'm on it Wyvern, you just shoot the pogees out of those vultures then get those two heavy torpedos you got in your magazine and pour it down one of these capship's throats!>> She says and grins a bit, yeah, the Wyvern is packing a pair of heavy torpedos, and a host of micro torps, similar to the ones the t-70 uses... << Just have fun out there, and tear everything up.. Oh and the other suprise... I added more shield projectors and increased the armor on the Wyvern... The prototype is now up to full production spec now!>>

The Ghost shakes as her shields take a trying blow. BB-8 complains as Poe strains, glaring out the viewport twisting his ship as quickly as he can. "YEAH--YEAH I SEE 'EM, HOLD ON!" Poe groans, the sheer force of their movement and the strain on the frame of this ship produces a TICK-TICK-TICK noise that resounds through out the ship. Jess complains, "I can't shoot anything when you're flying like an idiot, Poe. Focus!"-- Snap laughs, "Well, I blew my shot too, but I fat-fingered it." Colonel Yavok's shots hit with Poe's, and the Ghost angles up, slowly spiraling around the larger Xiytiar vessel. Proximity alerts and loud beeps are quelled by the seasoned slap of the Ace pilot's hand. "I'm trying, Jess. These .. /THESE/ lasers hurt."-- "Poe, it's a fair statement to admit that /all/ lasers hurt." Jess fires back which surprises a hearty laugh from Snap.

The Alarm for a target lock, multiples of them, on the Mynock is ringing loudly and annoyingly at Elrych in the cockpit as Ektor's warning comes through over comms. "Yeah I Kriffin' see it. See you if I survive, Xer. Sorry about this folks but..." He flips a switch and suddenly everyone knows exactly where there's a giant com dish ontop of the Mynock. It's a Sesnor/Comm Jammer. Every blockade Runner and Smugglers necessity in having. He cues the hardlined intercoms, even yells so the others can here. "Keep up heavy fire on that Xiyatar and hell damn it, get those damn droids off my rear!" He looks back towards the viewport and takes a deep breath.

There is a fascinating beauty to the mix of energies when lasers hit a shield. In the naked transparisteel of the cockpit, Dyannah and Borias get the full value of the display as they look out between the two swept forward wings. They are shaken hard. Red lightening circles the U-Wing making fire play on them as warning lights on the console flare into existence and the computer adds its warnings. "Shield down to 40. We are not in an equal fight but the little droids are just too fast for us. So we will keep on the Xiytiar until it's too much and then we will try to pull out. Firing lasers now." She does but does no damage to the ship that is looming larger as they close the distance between them.

Merek switches on the targeting main system to line up on the ship which is signaling to the droids. There's a strike which spirals about into space in crimson when the lock on it begins to shimmer away from the jamming, the blast cleaning away from both the droid ships as well as the transport, while he begins to spin up with the weapon. "Changing to manual," he mentions as well.

Artoo is still in the back, in the ring corridor to be precise, he'd gone to the cockpit but been waylaid by Porgs -- of which two of them are now riding on top of his head -- one of them is peaking down at the droid's optical-sensor and pecking at it while the other is tapping its foot against the top of the droid.

As Artoo rounds his way back to the lounge, he's opening a panel on the top of his head to extend a concisement-arm-tool that he is about to use to do battle with the porgs, when all three of them notice the Vulture Droid trying to fit through the portside cargo hold and get into the ship.

They all yell! Binary yelling, Porg yelling, and feathers flying!

Lofty and Finn will hear it. Artoo is shouting 'Intruder!' in Binary between the cockpit hallway and the turet ladder.

In the cockpit, Rey is busy piloting, but she can hear it. "Intruder?" She looks back over her shoulder at the open cockpit door in utter confusion. Her eyes go then to Chewie. "Take over." She tells him as she sweeps herself up out of the chair and starts to the back of the ship...

... in her wake, another Porg appears, this one is the youngest of them, the 'Pilot' porg. With his little white scarf on, and custom porg pilot goggles (that Rey made for him), he settles in in Rey's place at the pilot's console... he fluffs his feathers up, and starts to fall aslee--NO HE WAKES UP--then starts to fall asleep again...

Rey starts down the corridor, toward the Rec Lounge, seeing Artoo rushing into the Rec Lounge all heroic-like. "Whats going on?" She calls out as she rounds the corner after him in a fast jog...

What Rey spies is a series of droid parts all spilling out of the port cargo hold doorway... moving around as though they think they're all still one whole droid. It makes her cup her mouth with one hand as she watches Artoo and the Porgs racing toward them!

Finn continues to zip back and forth in the on-rails chair of the dorsal turret, turning the cannons to blast at one of the enemy ships once he sees it laying down the damaging fire. The noises from up (down? It's relative) the ladder prompt him to glance back over his shoulder, though still keeping one eye on the fight outside.

"Everything okay up there?" he calls out, firing off a blistering barrage of laser fire that goes wide of its target.

With all the wild dodging around combined with the shooting filling the sky, it's a bit difficult to decide exactly where the enemy ship is going to go. Or at least, that's what Borias is telling himself as he curses under his breath, trying to keep the ship in his targeting reticle as he sends another ion blast out after it, narrowly skimming by the ship's engines.

Singh's a good gunner - against pirates. Here, though, it's clear that it's going to require a professional touch. "Slaving the turret," Callax calls over the intercom, touching a control; the turret instantly spins to fore, locked own boresights, giving Callax the control of a starfighter's guns. "Sorry, Singh, gotta make this one count."

A grunt comes from the turret comms. "Sure."

Whatever the gunner might be thinking, Callax cannot be worried about it; he pulls the ship into a new course, one that sends the /Jewel/ intercepting the Xitiyar's course - bolts of blue lightning spit from the now-locked turret, and under Callax's control they land just exactly where they're meant to. Crackling across the already-faded shields, the deflector bubble snaps to nothing around the freighter, leaving it now quite at the mercy of the Resistances guns.

Not that he can tell them. But he /can/ say: "Nova! Shields, down, focus firepower on that drone controller!"

For her part up in the turret, Nova focuses her fire on the ship's current target as the /Jewel/ goes screaming in on an attack run on that Xiytiar. She opens fire at long range, hitting the ship with a long, raking burst as the /Jewel/ swoops by. That's about when the order registers. "...Oh. Droid controller. I think you're a little confused, Cal..?"

Ektor guides the Wyvern after the flock of Vultures, cannons spitting a torrent of ruby energy into space. Mostly into space, but also through one Vulture, leaving five of the antiquated droids to loose a blind volley of concussion missiles on Elrych's *Mynock*. Most miss. Most, but not all.

In the tense silence of jammed communications, only what pilots and gunners see can reveal the course of the battle, and what is seen tells a hoary tale: the Xiytiar- heavily damaged, but still lashing out at its attackers, is pivoting slowly on its axis, while the YT-2000 hammers the Falcon with a chin mounted heavy laser cannon.

The Wanderlost turns, and as Kae looses her lock on the salvager vessel, she blinks. "Ok guys!" she says over the intercom.. "Shoot the big freighter ship! The Xiytiar thingie that's hitting our guys!" She cals out, she gets an affirmative from both gunners, and the upper and lower twin turrets start spitting out a large amount of laser fire on the target.

Kae meanwhile squints, "Frigging no locking and stuff.." She mutters, and shakes her head, before sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, then links both torpedos, before cutting loose with them too, and considering the difficulty of said shot and all, she doesn't do bad, as both her torps rocket past the target, but well yeah, rockets past said target... "Rats!" She calls out and flails her limbs.... "I usually do better with them!" One gunner private intercoms to the other "She really does better?" The other gunner then replies "Actually she's 3 for 5 now with that long range snapshot with torpedos..." The chin gunner blinks and responds "Misses?" The dorsal gunner then adds "Nope, she's hit 60% of the time."

The Ghost is seen increasing its speed after lining up on the aft of the Xiytiar, the much larger ship firing in defense. Poe adjusts his course to avoid one salvo, but another buckles their shields shaking the ship. "Poe, you're supposed to /dodge/ those red things coming your way." Jess groans after the sound of her fighting to put her headset back on hot-mic'd the comms. Snap grunts. BB-8 warbles sheepishly, but Poe is focused. "We're GOING INNNNNNN! HAAANG ONNNNNNNNNNN!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yells Poe as he squeezes the trigger, releasing wave after wave of cannon fire. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screams Jess as she's gifted only the view of the Salvager so she fires! "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Screams Snap, who is firing at the salvager as well! And Sar? He had his hearing aid out and didn't hear any of it, but he did shoot the Xiytiar too!

The end result of this charge lights up in a brilliant display of flying as the Ghost disappears briefly in a MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIVE explosion, only to emerge at the last second of the flames EXPANDING outward. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO! WE GOT EM, BEE-BEE-EIGHT! Hahaha!" The VCX-100 spirals away from the large slagged vessel!

"Brace for impact!" Elrych presses this button, flips that switch, turns those knobs. It's busy being a ship's captain! Even the trade mark rock and tumble from the impact of the two vulcher droid missiles on the ships shields and the array of alarms that follow is every young lads dream to experience... if it was your local Galactic Civil War Theme Park Ride. Unfortunately, this was happening in real life and The Mynock's Shields just took a beating. "Eggsy! Ororo! Get on it!" The droid was of course already at work on restoring the shields to something near previous levels. It was taking some time. Ororo the long snouted Kubaz went to work as well from her station on the bridge with Elrych."They'll come around for another attack. Man, I wish we had some Sonic Charges or something. Those things are shaweeeet."

The Turbolasers on the Mynock rip into the GS-100 while Yamo on one of the double laser turrets is having a bit more trouble with the fast little Vulcher droids. Seeing the Xiytiar get beat down and then the successful hits from his gunners emboldens the Corellian to say, "Never tell me the odds," of blind firing a set of torps at the Salvage Ship. Which he does. One of the purplish blue warheads impacts on the shields of the salvage ship, causing a cheer from the Jedi.

He presses another button and some hard rockin' tunes blast through out the ship... perhaps to the dismay to some of the crew as if to collectively say; 'Not Again.'

Call it instinct, though the big ship's shields are dropping under the barrage of the other ships in their fleet, it is still able to return fire. Dyannah reaches for her helmet and it seals in place. "Get suited up. We can't take much more than this." Emergency lights radiate danger red across their boards as they are fired on immediately after the Ghost.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA. Merciful Goddess, I'm pulling us out. Unless you can bring the shields back up we are down and out, Borias. Let's see how the hyper engines are holding." The Zeltron pulls back on the yoke and they are ducking at full speed behind the wreak out of the path of the droid fighters and more laser fire.

As the U-wing shakes from repeated hits as Borias pauses to lean over and snag his helmet as it starts to roll away, grabbing it then setting it into place as it seals up, taking another snap shot off at the salvage ship as they zip away. "Right, right..." He unbuckles and starts heading back to the engine compartment. "I'll do what I can!"

Merek fires with the cannons, the lasers shifting along in space while he wiggles about as the missile strikes the ship. He nods a bit while he begins to manually aim while looking to the droid also.

With things exploding all over, including the modified Xiytiar, Callax finds that his original target is...well, still there. "No, darling," he calls over the comms, sending an ion bolt dead center into the side of the big salvage machine. "You see? The target's there!"

PORG WARRIOR!

Wings flap! Feathers fly! Here he comes, the little guy!

The Porg Warrior appears from the aft-ward curve in the port side corridor, arriving from the crew quarters area it sweeps in above the droid parts that are flapping around on the floor and it starts to wildly peck and flap its wings at them!

Meanwhile... Artoo and the other two Porgs, the mother and father, come rolling in to assist, with Artoo extending a stunning weapon from within its central body, he starts zapping at the most dangerous looking pieces of droid-tech spilling out of the open cargo hold!

When the Falcon is rocked by enemy fire, Rey leans over to brace herself against the ship's hull. "We're... we're fine!" She shouts back down the ladder to Finn. "Mostly!" Thats vague, very vague!

The young woman turns though, and rushes back to the cockpit. She settles in behind the Porg Pilot who's wide away after those laer blasts and is now abandoning the controls to scurry up Rey's arm to her shoulder and shout 'BWAK!' in abject terror at what it sees out the viewport.

Rey, taking over for Chewie again, spins the ship around toward who fired at them. She's now lining up to try and dual-link fire two Concussion MIssiles BACK at the YT-2000! The missiles soar out of the Falcon's nose and are easily evaded by the enemy!

Porg Pilot BWAKS in what could be translated as a curse word of sheer disappointment.

"Mostly fine!?" Finn yells back, glancing over his shoulders again as the Falcon's evil brother - the enemy YT - roars through space before him once again. He turns back, focusing on the fight and muttering to himself, "Mostly fine?"

But there's no time to worry about that now. He glances down at the screen on the turret, watching for a moment until a lock is made and then hauling back on the triggers. A blast to the shields, not much but enough to ring some bells, he's sure.

"I think we've got 'em on the ropes!"

With things exploding all over, including the modified Xiytiar, Callax finds that his original target is...well, still there. "No, darling," he calls over the comms, sending an ion bolt dead center into the side of the big salvage machine. "You see? The target's there!"

Indeed, the target IS there - big enough that the single ion bolt does barely anything at all when it lands. "Oh, you bastard," Callax mutters to himself. "I'm going to put /all/ the guns on this ship when I get back to base..."

Borias makes it back to the engineering section to start trying to..figure out how to activate shields. It's the blue switch and the green buttons, right? Luckily the bad guys are making their escape!

In the turret, Nova switches targets as the /Ghost/ takes down the Xiytiar. That salvage ship is making just as much of a problem of itself in the end, right?

She can't quite bring the weapons to bear for a raking burst, but manages to tag it with a couple shots, the shields flaring under the impacts. <That's a tough one. They're turning tail; let's hope they've taken the hint. You'd think someone would be smart and do that /before/ they get blasted to pieces!>

The mortally stricken Xiytiar begins to list to one side as stabilizers fail and the cascading system failures tear the big ship apart in the wake of the heavy cannonades of the Ghost. Under heavy fire fro the remaining Resistance ships, the GS-100- its stout shields hammered by turrets and torpedoes alike, chooses the greater part of valor, and abandons the battlefield, streaking into hyperspace. A moment later, the YT-2000 follows suit, abandoning its duel with the Falcon and fleeing while it can. Though damaged and (in the case of Artoo) disturbed, the salvage party emerges mostly whole, taking their leave of the Geobukseon's final resting place, cargo holds full of the fruits of one failed war, which all hope will better serve them in their own struggles to come.