Log:Resistance: Hunter and Hunted

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Hunter and Hunted

OOC Date: March 30, 2019
Location: Naboo
Participants: Aurora, Callax Dalso, Ektor, Elrych Cometburn, Jessika Pava, Kaelyn, Kare Kun, Miri Sakir, Poe Dameron, Snap Wexley, Tallissan Lintra, The Resistance

Two days prior, an 'anonymous tip' had been passed along that a Resistsnce-friendly smuggler might (will) be coming into range of the ReulTta buoy with heavy hostile pursuit at a particular time on a particular day.

It's that time on that day, and right on cue, a damaged YT-2550 comes racing toward the system center at maximum sensor range, with a handful of angry ships sinking into targeting computer awareness in close pursuit: a pair of armed freighters (the Doom Turtle, a Ghtroc 720, and the Void Ranger, a modified Broadstar) and a trio of starfighters (a modified Cloakshape and two Kimogila, reading Beast 1-3). Lagging further behind the faster shipd, at extreme sensor range is a full sized CR-90 corvette, the Reul Flag.


<<"All callsigns, this is Black Leader. Check in and form on my wing.">> Black Leader has already set an intercept course, their S-Foils in the cruise position at present while scans are being conducted to get a full read out on what's approaching. It seems this particular YT-2550 is /always/ in some kind of trouble, which leads him to shake his head when the signature IFF displays the craft name. "Alright, buddy. Extend scans and bring our shields up. This fight is going to get nasty."


<<Yooooo, can my new callsign be Doom Turtle?>> Miri sings out as the ships dance across her sensors. << I mean, uh, Black Eight copies.>>


Kare is in formation with those approaching the coordinates of the buoy when the ship drops into real space. Pulling up to Black Leader's port side No Joy calls off. <<Black Seven on your port side, Black Leader.>> She checks with her sensor and watches at the read out lights up with multiple pings. This is not going to go well and be a little rough but a grin starts to form on Kare's lips. "Move shields to full forward before we engage." She asks of Rev who boops and beeps in reply as her X-Wing evens out as her sensors continue read reports.


<<Roger that, Black Leader, Black Five to your port>> Tallie's giggle can be heard through the crackle of the com. "Doooooom Turtle. Alright, Fiver. Give me your best tonight!"


<<Black-7, standing by.>> Snap says over the comms in the smooth calm and practiced voice of a veteran. The old pilot drifts his X-Wing up onto the starboard side of Black Leader. He glances down at his scanners, and sees what awaits them ahead. "Shields double front R5."


<< Ten here, ready. >> Callax's voice is soft and detached over the comms, but loud enough to be heard just fine. << Systems green and guns are warm. Shall we dance? >> In the cockpit of Black Ten, the pilot settles in and prepares himself for the carnage to come. "Fang, darling, shields up and foils oopen. Let's see if we can't kill a very great deal of thoroughly mediocre sapients."


<<"Black Leader, this is Black Two. I'm on your starboard.">> The call to check in is responded to in short order. Like the lead X-Wing, Jessika Pava's flies with its s-foils set in cruise for the speed advantage it provides her snubfighter. Dark eyes flicker down towards her instrument panel, tinted by the yellow visor of her flight helmet. They drift back up, towards the blackness of space, where the blips on the sensors are impossible to distinguish against the darkness of the void. "Keep your scans focused on the outer edges of the tactical perimeter. If this is just a small chase party, I want to know before the others swarm out of nowhere and hit us while we're in the thick of combat." Ali's warble acknowledges her orders.


Black 11 <<Black Eleven here.>> Comes the voice of the Jedi Initiate Elrych accented with what ever flare of music he has decided to play in his cockpit today. He whistles alomg with it, bobbing his helmeted head as he steers his craft into formation. A deep breath and search for calm.


On board the Spiral, well, things might be calm if not for the constant flailing of her captain "Gah those things pack a punch! Droids! To the shields!" She calls out, as well all the repair droids get to various systems on board the large medium freighter. Mainly? the two BB units jump on board the shields as the freighter begins firing back at their pursuers.. Two pairs of dual heavy lasers open up as well as the single rapid fire medium lasers as the captain directs the weapons to fire in an automated fire pattern...

"Rori? So whatcha thinka bout yer first trip out? We steal..." Well there's screaming from a certain individual, it's a male voice... Kae umms "Hang on.." mind you all this is heard over transmission, and then the sound of a blaster fire on stun is heard.. "There, problem handled... Sooo! Whatchat hink about your first trip out? Exciting?"

The ship is then rocked as turbolasers hit home dropping the shields by half. "Yuuup that hurt!" Over general transmission. "Heya folks! Yer favorite sisters and crew could realllly use a little help here. I have heavy fighters and older medium fighters as well as a corvette full of angry pilots chasing after me!" She calls out...

Kae umms "Yeah grab the driver's seat for a bit, keep us going straight and well kind of doing a bit of a barrel roll while going so we can limit attacks on us... Ummmm yeah, give me a sec!" She calls out and gets into the targetting computer, starting to try and lock as many missiles as she can in one volley on the corvette... "Ooooh, and hit that biiiig red button on that secondary console over there, that should start a nice little count down for them to deal with! TIme for suprises!"


Aurora goes wide-eyed as she asks, "Steal a what?" But there there is the screaming and she whimpers a touch as she is told to hang on. Thankfully she is at least strapped into the seat. She offers a nervous giggle before she murmurs, "It... wasn't what I was expecting... I normally go shopping..."

There is a brief pause and then she is quickly moving to the seat to take the controls. "Um... where are we going now?" and she begins to nervously chew on her bottom lip and without really contemplating it, she does indeed hit the big red button on the secondary console, not really knowing what it will do.


Ektor's laughter over the comms precedes his words. <<Heheeh... Uh, Black Six here, yeah? S-foils in blammo position, setting intercept course.>>

The Spiral Hunter has outdistanced the corvette, but the remaining fighters and gunships move faster than the big 2550 model, and several missile lock alarms begin blaring within the Spiral Hunter's cockpit, followed by a volley of incoming missiles that crash the vessel's stout shields, setting off hull damage alerts.


<<"Good copy on all, listen up. Black 2, take Blacks 5, 7 and 8. You're on fighter duty. Everyone else follow me. We're gunning for those freighters. Doom Turtle is our priority target.">> He shoves the lever forward and brings the craft into intercept speeds before engaging his s-foils. Once in range, he opens fire on the Doom Turtle using cannons. It's a glorious miss, but the red lances light up the Doom Turtle's view ports. Black Leader zooms by, adjusting course for another attack. <<"Spiral Hunter, do what you can about staying alive. We'll take care of these fighters!">>


It's always those Kimogilas for Miri. <<Eight engaging the Kimo!>> she sings out, spiralling toward him just because it feels good. Of course, she doesn't actually hit him, but maybe he thinks she's crazy, which can always work in her favor. Right? Right.


<<Copy that, Black Leader. I am on your lead, Black Two!>> Kare pulls away from the onset course to go after the more spry fighters as she is asked to split off. Turning her bird sharp she pulls herself up and tight, bringing her X-wing sharp and around to try to catch and clip the wing of the Cloakshape. The shields light up but hold as she tries to keep a tight follow on her intended target. She rolls back up and away as she hits. <<Hit but no splash.>> She reports with a sharp roll of her fighter to come back around for another pass.


Laughter is forgotten as Fiver brings her targeting options up, pushing the throttle and bearing off the port side of the formation. <<Copy that Black Leader, Black Two this is Black Five on Kimo 3>> Banking hard she goes in blazing at the Kimogila who has skates on and dashes out from under Black Five's cannons.


<<Black Leader, Black-3 copies. On your six.>> Snap glances to his left towards Kare X-Wing for half a moment before she breaks off to engage the fighters, but then focuses his attention forward. With a flick of his wrist on the stick, his X-Wing drops in behind Poe's. The old pilot uses Black-Leader's ship for cover as he approaches the Doom Turtle, and when Black-Leader breaks -- Snap engages. A string of laser cannon shots erupt from the tip of Snap's X-Wing, and the freighter manages to dodge the shot. "Tough son of a bitch." Poe murmurs, staying on Poe's six, and following him around for another likely strike.


<< Acknowledged, Leader, >> Callax intones as he brings the ship into position behind and to port of Poe's fighter. S-foils scissoring open, the ship pulls forward into blistering speeds as the cannons at its wingtips spit crimson lances at the spacegoing sea turtle, managing to miss the ship entirely as the pilot is a wily, wily beast at the yoke and manages to juke the ship to one side.

"Right, then," Callax says, pale brows arching faintly. "That's...unexpected. Fang, darling, be ready to get a target lock on my mark. If the guns don't bite soon enough we're going to have to scatter its atoms another way."


<<"Black Two acknowledges, Black Leader. Five, seven, and eight, on me. Engagement pairs for backup, evens and odds together. Light those fighters up.">> Adjusting her vector to intercept the fighters designated Beast One through Three, Jessika angles the nose of her snubfighter towards the second of the trio. As the Resistance fighters race in, she waits for the distance ticker to rapidly zip down towards optimal firing range. Only then does she cut speed and toggle her craft's s-foils, so the wings split into their iconic shape and disengage that built-in safeties on her laser cannons. A bright salvo of red laser cannon fire stitches through space, but the trio of fighters knows they're coming, and Jessika reads no impacts on any of their shots.


Kae grumbles a bit, but is cheerful over the coms.. << Hey guys, welcome to the party, brought to you by, angry pirate captains! Oh I got the captain of the CR-90 back there, he's locked up in my smuggling hold...>> she says and as she talks she brings the turrets to bear at one of the nearest fighters, this being the cloakshape, before cutting loose.. And all the turrets that can fire at that same target open up, both the heavies and a single medium laser turret cut loose in a volley of fire, that do everything, except hit the other fighter...

Kae pauses... << Bloody pirates! Messed with my targetting when they shot those missiles at me!>> yes it's heard over the systems...

Kae grumbles and calls to a droid "Need the boresights all fixed!" Getting a host of binary yes replies as her BB units continue working on the shields.. << Great job boys! Keep it up!>>


Black 11 Elrych grins as he yurns his yoke abd bares down om the broadstar in a barrell roll. His canons blaze and two his breaking the shields down leaving it open for serious hits.


Kae squints and rubs her brow as the ship's rocked again, tossing her around some in her seat.. "Frigging torpedos.." Alarms and claxons are going off as she cfalls out "Sarge, Hitch, on those shields get em back up, also angle them double aft.. They keep on hitting us from that quarter..." She then frowns and flails "Arms, R-Gee, Trip, everyone else, fix the life support!" She says, her arms flailing..

<< Uh Yeah, spiral here, that last hit just took out life support, we should get it up pretty quickly here, but need y'all to focus on the fighters try to pullt hem off me and break up their lock or I'm toast.. I can't maneuver this beast well enough to break it.>>

Kae says, now well sounding serious and not so happy go lucky, there's still some of it in there... She grumbles and tries to bring her guns to bear on yet the Cloakshape again... "Heere we go.." She mutters, before cutting loose with another steady volley of heavy laser fire, at least the weapons were still working.


<< I hear you, Black One.. Making a run at the broadstar with Kid Wizard..>> The pilot of the Void Ranger is good, but when Elrych's cannons drive him one way, Ektor is there to hammer into the exposed hull, dealing heavy, but non fatal damage. Veering comfortably through a hail of quad laser fire from the wounded ship, he reports, <<One more pass oughta finish em off.>>

The Corvette looming in the distance slows and then stops its lethargic pursuit, firing off sustained volleys of turbolaser fire from well outside effective range. It begins banking slowly to the port. The fighters, in expert hands, have avoided destruction and sent a destructive second salvo of torpedoes into the stricken Spiral Hunter, venting a measure of atmosphere from a minor hull breach before automated systems seal it.


Black Leader has come about again, approaching Doom Turtle from its stern. Twisting past a pair of strafing fighters, Poe's craft spirals slightly and opens fire. The light from the red bolts light up the interior of Black Leader highlighting Poe's narrowed gaze as he watches the bolts connect with the shields. BB-8 calls out that the shields have taken a hit and Poe angles off for another pass. <<"Black Leader focusing on the Doom Turtle. Keep up the fight, Black Squadron.">> He glances at the information streaming back from Spiral. <<"Hang in there, Spiral. We're working on it. Just stay on course and trust us!">>


While the spiral hunter keeps trying to just get the hell /away/ from all the punishment being poured down upon it, Callax banks and pulls Black Ten back into a firing position, diving upon the ship like an angry hawk - but despite a far more on-target salvo from the ship's wingtip cannons, only one rakes the turtle's shields, flashing red light across a portion of its deflector envelope.

<< Connect, >> Callax calls on the comms, calm as a dead lake. << Target Doom Turtle's deflectors at half. Coming around again... >>


Damn! The Kimo pilot seems to be just as crazy as Miri. She flips and tries to catch him, but he's wise to her shenanigans. She needs new shenanigans.


Kare sticks with her target which is on the Spiral Hunter instead of engaging, "Come on. Face off with me." She wills at the ship as it opens fire on the poor freighter. Kare's cannons lance close, many missing and the shields buffer her shots like they were butter. She keeps her X-Wing tight on its tail, swinging around and arching up to get a side shot one her next aim. Black Seven is not giving up her chosen target.


"Fiver, Fiver give me that Kimo's tail in a vice," Tallie growls back at her droid. The heavy fighter has peeled her away from the group who are fighting at her three o'clock. It returns fire but she opens the foils into attack position and does a flip on him jinking out of the way, bringing her behind him into deadly range of fire. All her cannons fire lancing red death at the fighter, three connect spraying over the shielding until it flares out of existence and the hull is damaged.


Black-3 streaks through the void of space, flying in hot pursuit of Poe, and eventually it brings him around to face the Doom Turtle for a second pass. Snap grabs the controls, and sweeps his X-wing out to the starboard side of Poe's and just aft -- attempting to give himself a better view of the target. As the Doom Turtle comes into view, Snap leans forward in his cockpit, and focuses all of his attention on the freighter. With multiple ships targeting the freighter its movements are hard to predict, and just moments after Poe shoots, Snap pulls the trigger. Again his shots go wide, and Snap's face twists into a mask of pain. "Son of a bitch... My eyes must be going in my old age."


The Spiral stops listing briefly as systems seem to magically be springing back to life, Even the atmosphere venting is stopped and the hole is obviously sealed... Kae calls out << Life support back u, hull breached sealed!>> Kae announces... She tries to make sure the freighter stays straight and litterally rolling some... So at least to spread out damage a bit more.. As she does she turns and sees one of the fighters, it's close. Suddenly she targets it, all available turrets turning to start tracking said target..

There is a pause, it's kind of ominous, before both heavy turrets and a single medium turret all open up at the fightger, sending a long shotgun like spreay of very very heavy firepower at the ship. The fighter is litterally cut in half with all the fire directed at it, before the thing explodes... << Woot Splash a torpedo launching poodoo brain!>>


Jessika's intial strafe on her target doesn't do anything but add superheated tibanna gas to the cold of the void. Her second does much better. Streaking through the black on the heels of Tallissan Lintra, Jessika's X-Wing weaves in the other snubfighter's wake. The rapid connection of shots on the Lieutenant's part do more than their fair share of hitting the hostile target, leaving it ripe for elimination and providing the Spiral Hunter some relief by erasing one of the sources of its damage. Jessika finishes the job with a simple slip of her starfighter to Tallie's three high and a squeeze of the trigger. This time, the destructive shots smash into the vulnerable craft and take it out. The brief flare of light is kept bearable by her visor. <<"Two to Five. Nice shooting.">>


Black 11 WOMP! That was the most excellent sound of quad lasers smacking Elrychs shields down to half strength. He tried to avoid but ended up having to turn into the shot. Only option. "Kid look alive huh?" The droid beeps an acknowledgement to its master whike the Jedi comes about for anothe voly on the broadstar ripping bolts into its metal. He watches ektor come by and blast it away. <<Xer, youre lucky Im a Jedi and must protect all lofe cuz your a dirty kriffin kill stealer!.>> Its not hostile as the pikot is grinning and laughing over channel.


The Spiral stops listing briefly as systems seem to magically be springing back to life, Even the atmosphere venting is stopped and the hole is obviously sealed... Kae calls out << Life support back u, hull breached sealed!>> Kae announces... She tries to make sure the freighter stays straight and litterally rolling some... So at least to spread out damage a bit more.. As she does she turns and sees one of the fighters, it's close. Suddenly she targets it, all available turrets turning to start tracking said target..

There is a pause, it's kind of ominous, before both heavy turrets and a single medium turret all open up at the fightger, sending a long shotgun like spreay of very very heavy firepower at the ship. The fighter is litterally cut in half with all the fire directed at it, before the thing explodes... << Woot Splash a torpedo launching poodoo brain!>>

Kae waggles her arms and takes a deep breath. "That's one down.. many more to go.." She then umms << Hey guys? Is that CR-90 doing something funny yet?? It's supposed to be doing something funny, like ya know starting to ooze purple and blue sparks and stuff from the warheads I planted on it>> She says and siiighs... "Maybe it didn't work..." Kae meanwhile flails her arms again and spins the turrets to start trying to track on the cloakshape, that shall soon be her next target!


Black 6 banks sharply back around, its pilot cracking a crooked smile as Genius warbles that Blacks 2 and 5 have destroyed an enemy heavy fighter. <<Thing a beauty, Jess,>> he mutters, as his own cannons rip the badly wounded broadstar apart. It's a terrible idea, but he flies through the fireball, because it panics his astromech. <<Hahaaaa...>>

At maximum sensor range, the Reul Flag continues it's slow pivot to the left, while the destruction of the two Kimogilas forces the lead Cloakshape to break off its run, starting a run back toward its mother ship. The Doom Turtle follows suit, quad laser turrets spitting at the Resistance fightercraft as it retreats.


BB-8 warbles worry when Poe's craft takes a minor hit, but the seasoned combat pilot angles low, moving parallel to the Ghtroc freighter. S-foils close for cruising speed and both Poe and BB-8 lean back, (BB-8's head just tips back as he whistles. "You got the shields, buddy. I'm gonna level the fight here with this freighter." Poe's flying is reckless, but anyone who knows the maverick is all too familiar with his style. Black Leader flies under the freighter just as the Broadstar bites it, and Jess passes by in front blasting a fighter from existence.

Poe shoves the lever forward that controls his speed, moving even faster to fly faster than the freighter and zoom past its cockpit. Killing his speed in a sudden action, the fighter whips about with its engines sputtering and the S-foils opening. Red lances lace out, smacking the freighter head on and giving the pilots the fright of a lifetime. <<"Shields down on the Turtle. Chase it down and finish it off!">>


<<Black Two, bandit on your six.>> Kare has yet to let go of her target but he's quick and agile. Despite this she's managed to score several hits on the fighter. It takes it's shot at Jess and Kare manages to score a grazing hit that sensor's report have lowered it's shields a bit more. Muttering beneath her breath she the breathes out. <<They are retreating.>>

Banking hard to follow her target as Tallie comes up to join her.


<<Oh, come on, I had him!>> Miri complains when Kimo 2 lights up. This is a filthy lie. She absolutely did not. Time to try and actually be useful, she heads after the Doom Turtle.


<<Nice splash Two>> Tallie reorients as Fiver feeds her information on the Cloakshape with its curved wings. Still a little out of range she fires despite the Cloakshape's lack of agility it drops out of the line of her laser fire.


Looping around again, Snap centers his sites on the Doom Turtle. "Her shields are down. Lets tear her up." He encourages himself, and then pulls the trrigger. Once again his shots go wide, and he begins coming around for yet another pass.


Alas, this is not the pretty young androgyne's night where gunnery is concerned; though he flies Black Ten beautifully through the void, a testament to skill and genetically-engineered reflexes, but yet another salvo of crimson light falls wide past the freighter's sloped doral hull. "Really, Fang darling," he sighs as he watches his quarry getting shredded by everyone else around him but, well, him, "I'm going to go onto the beach tonight and eat the biggest bloody turtle I can find. I am /just not good enough./" And that, from the coldness that creeps into his voice as he prepares himself for another salvo, is simply unacceptable.


With the enemy craft turning tail, Jessika joins the rest of Black Squadron in pursuit, but she's sure to keep a glancing eye towards her sensors and her ears open for the bleeps from her astromech that might alert her to their escape being nothing more than a peel that'll leave the freighter they're fighting for vulnerable to attack. Black Leader scores hard hits on the freighter, and with a shimmering flicker, Jessika checks her readouts to be doubly sure that it's shields have dropped to nothing. Rather than take pot shots at the fleeing Beast fighter, she turns her guns on the freighter. It's not for much. A combination of range and the pilot's evasive maneuvering keep her shots from hitting the unprotected target.


Black 11 Elrych turns towards the retreating figjter everyone else is chasing after. Luckily the preasure from his squad mates cause the pilot to error and put him right in the jedis cross hairs. His cannons erupt and all four Scarlet bolts eat into the hull near the hyper motivator. <<We going after that CR 90?>> He asks kid informing him shields are fully reatored.


Kae is doing everything right now, swapping between in cockpit firing chair and now back to the flight controls... "Eef, c'mon you beautiful tub..." She mutters as she cuts forward thrust, hits the thrusters, and well the nose of the 60 meter long freighter tilts upward... Soon it's rotating and then pointed exactly the opposite direction, before the whole freighter roars and shudders as the main engines fire again and well, Kae's executed an about face with the massive machine..

"Great job boys!" She calls out, it's obvious the shields are coming back up if anyone looks at their scanners..

<< Hey Black squad? Wanna see something neat? Lezze if my suprise gives us a show..>> With that she glances over and pokes.. << waait a bit, hang on..>> clicking and stuff can be heard over the channel, before Kae calls out <<Ahah, trasmitted signal on wrong channel... Here we go!>> And well she sends the signal... << Waaait fooor iiiiit!>> She says as she hangs in the back of all the fighters for now, happy to let her droids bring shields back up to full before even thinking of pressing the cr-90

Ektor brings his X-wing around with the others to add a cannonade to the lasers chasing the badly maimed Ghtroc. "This turned around in a hurry, yeah?" he mutters to Genius.

The battered Doom Turtle and the outgunned Beast 1 are both in full survival mode, trying desperately to return to the protection of their capital ship. Yet, something unexpected happens.

The Reul Flag's turbolaser batteries go silent. Little else is visible from this distance, but moments later, the Cr-90 streaks into hyperspace, leaving a stunned and suddenly very distraught Ghtroc and a non-hyperdrive capable Cloakshape ace behind.


Black Leader is flying after the fleeing cowards that are in the Turtle. Red lances blaze all around the Turtle, but Poe is unable to hit them for whatever reason. He breaks pursuit, closes his S-Foils, and starts back toward their ally, leaving the remaining fighters to the Squadron.


Miri comes screaming around the starboard side of the Doom Turtle, laying into him with her cannons, and that's enough to finish him off. <<Who wants turtle soup?>> she crows over the coms. Brat.


Black Seven is not letting this one get away from her not as the others pepper that freighter as it continues to try to retreat. Kare manages to slam some solid hits into the ship as it's shields remain up despite her relentless assault on it. "COME ON!" She says sharply at the readout on her sensors. <<This one is stubborn, good shooting there but need some help with this bandit!" She sweeps to the right and laugh, trying to get ready for her next targeting roll.


In hot pursuit, Black Five comes back around for another pass at the Cloakshape. "Drek him, he's good," Tallie mutters, rare for her to curse, "Fiver, I want him. Give me a better angle of attack." Leaning on the throttle she goes to starboard bearing down on it.


Snap watches as the Doom Turtle is ripped apart, and then switches targets. He rolls his ship away from the exploding freighter, and starts after the Cloakshape ship. Closing within range, he aims, and pulls the trigger. All four shots go wide. "At this point I am going to medical for an eyecheck, and then talk to maintenance about this damn bird."


Callax is a creature of great frustrations at this point; his bloodlust running hot despite his quiet and collected demeanor, the fireworks of the Doom Turtle going up where his guns have been denied only makes him all the more aggravated when his attentions shift to the last remaining craft. And yet the pilot of the ancient Cloakshape fighter wheels his ship expertly through the quartet of lances from Callax's fighter, and his painted lips draw back more and more over his perfect white teeth in a murderer's grimace. They just won't die. He can't hit them. They won't die. Unacceptable. Gloved fingers tighten on the fighter's stick; his breathing picks up, his blood sings in his veins, pounds in his head. Rage starts to try and pick apart his perfectly composed calm.

"Oh, don't you mind, Fang darling," he all but hisses through his perfect teeth. "I won't do anything stupid, just you watch..."


"Why do they always run..?" Jessika mutters the question to herself rather than hitting the communications toggle on her flightstick. She does her part, though. Pursuing the fleeing combatants, Jessika sinks a powerful pair of shots into the freighter that pops its shields like a balloon. It doesn't take long after that for the engagement to come to a decisive end. The light freighter is gone in the next few seconds. Black Squadron's pilots put it to rest with well-placed shots, and her sensors read nothing but the anomalous radiation that comes from the detonation of its hyperdrive being destroyed in the resulting explosion. The Cloakshape follows, and Jessika acknowledges Ali's notification that the pilot has ejected with a simple grunt. She can't be bothered to summon up more emotion than that. She hates pirates.


Black 11 Elrych is the bringer of destructiom for the cloak sape. His question answered as the cr rockets into hyperspace. He peels away once job is done and closes his sfoils. <<Eleven, splash one>>


Kae flails happily << See what I mean? My little suprise went off, no weapons for them! Now you guys get to go chase that damaged CR-90 down, cause well, it's gonna take them a looong time to get their weapons up... well depending on their engineer... Oooh by the way... I have their command codes, maps, charts and their captain on board and I can pick up that ace too if y'all want? So who calls dibs? Oh and I have weapons for you guys too!>> Yes, there's a reason they were so miffed at Kae and the Spiral.. Kae pirated them for a change.


It's grudgingly impressive: with all of Black Squadron (and friends) on his tail, the pirate ace in the heavily modified old Cloakshape keeps rolling and weaving, long after the Ghtroc has been destroyed and its carrier has fled. Moving vaguely toward the far distant ReulTta Station, the Cloakshape twirls and flows until at long last, his luck gives out. Ejecting with a curse as cannonfire finally rips the antique craft apart, it's a long, cold, silent wait for the pilot, if their air doesn't give out, first.

Blithely ignorant of any ire in other cockpits, Ektor chuckles dumbly. <<Heh, got him. That was fun, yeah?>>