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| Captain_Heller | Date: Sunday, 17 Jul 2011, 11:42 PM | Message # 31 |
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| (( I seem to have miscommunicated again, this time in the opposite way. I didn't intend to simply let you escape, although I can see why you might have thought that from my post. Rather, I fully intended my TIE's to have engaged Ben's fighter squadron and harried Vaughn's freighter while it was picking up Baird, all while the Marathon is continuing to close. In saying it would be 10 to 15 minutes, I'm assuming entering an atmosphere and leaving it are each a 5 minute affair, at least. And calculating a hyperspace jump can be as many as 5 minutes when being harassed by a couple squadrons of TIE's. When I said there'd be "time enough to scoop up Baird and his crew" I meant literally time enough for just that before the Imperials arrived. I seemed to have been 3 days late when I was skipped, however, so I'll say my bad on my part and let it slide. But I do fully intend to be a presence in this attempted escape. No need to re-write anything, though. I'll come up with an explanation in my post that accounts for this, since again, it's my bad. I'll try to post right now. )) Added (18 Jul 2011, 0:40 Am)
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To jump to hyperspace would be to neglect the large number of TIE fighters closing not only in front of their formation but behind it, too. For as the fighters closed in on the scene and went seemingly unnoticed, Heller ordered a change of plans. The 18 TIE's that had been scrambled to meet Ben Amir's unusual fighter squadron had been told to hang back as Amir followed the transport to the surface, escorting it just as the Empire's informant said they would. The 18 TIE's remained in orbit, positioning themselves to intercept all of the ships once they left the atmosphere.
The 6 TIE's that had been sent to harry the transport were also pulled back, though they would slip into the planet's atmosphere not terribly far from the rebel transport and keep low―low enough to avoid being picked up on sensors. Then, they simply flew a wide holding pattern, waiting for the transport and its fighter escorts to take off and then drop into pursuit. Which they did. Baird's decoy ship might have complicated this if the Imperial sensors had picked up any life signs aboard (there were none, and thus the decoy was considered a low priority especially since it seemed only to wobble over the jungle canopy of Amorris and nothing else).
Heller had changed his plans intending to leave the rebels unsuspecting for as long as possible, buying enough time for the Marathon to arrive. But this plan also had the unanticipated benefit of all of the rebel ships forming neatly into a single firing line at the moment the trap was sprung. Suddenly, from in "front" and "behind" (in reality "above" and "below" the rebel ships, relative to Amorris) green lasers would lance forth. The fire from behind was unimpressive and, as instructed, concentrated on Vaughn's transport. The many more TIE's approaching from the front were much more formidable though and, also as instructed, concentrated their fire on Amir's squadron. In a half second, 32 lasers would be lancing toward the unsuspecting F-302's and Z-95's. In another half second, 72 lasers. In another, 108 lasers. A moment later they would begin to connect with their targets and, a moment after that, the TIE's would be swarming in and among the rebel formation. Jumping to hyperspace was all but impossible in these conditions.
To make matters worse, the Star Destroyer Marathon now loomed before them, the size of a fist on their viewports and growing larger by the second. A spattering of green turbolaser fire issued forth from the mighty ship to the planet below; what happened on Amorris wouldn't be immediately apparent to the rebels in orbit, but miles beneath them the jungle erupted into flame beneath Baird's decoy ship and engulfed it in a great, concussive blast.
"Ready the tractor beam," Heller instructed, standing before the bridge viewport. He preferred to command from here, with his back to the bridge crew so they wouldn't see the sweat on his brow. But in this instance, for once, he wasn't concerned. A lone transport and a squadron of starfighters―no matter how exotic―shouldn't pose any problems for the Marathon. He took a moment to reflect on how accurate the Empire's informant had been, and on the fact that the informant had practically accomplished this mission for him. All that was left for Heller to do was give the orders.
For the first time in his career and possibly in his life, Heller allowed himself to believe that nothing could possibly go wrong... Added (18 Jul 2011, 0:42 Am)
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(( P.S. I do have a twist in mind in case you're not able to battle your way out of this one, because as I said I don't want to make it too hard for you. So if any other RPers are thinking of adding a twist to this, please refrain. ))
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 1:32 AM | Message # 32 |
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| The precise moment right before the trap closed its deadly jaws, Darius knew. He could have chalked it up to intuition, but he knew in such a manner that it could be nothing other than the Force. Without even being fully aware of his actions, he twisted his vessel to the right and down. "Imperials! Break up!" His shout coincided with the springing of the trap. The six TIE fighters to his rear were his aim; seen in his mind's eye as clearly as if they had been drawn with black ink on white paper. For now, Amir and his men would have to smash the forward blockade. The Marathon existed only as a distant threat. It was the Escapade and the TIE fighters.
Had the six craft been facing an ordinary JumpMaster 5000, or even a modified one with a skilled pilot, they might have had some luck. Instead, they faced a desperate man with a ship customized to his whim, who held the power of the Force, albeit not as fully as he might have. The Escapade turned to the right and dove, it's integrated droid gunner not handling the weapon as Darius both flew and gunned. Without even fully seeing the target in his viewport, the quad laser cannon turret swung to acquire the TIE on the furthest left edge and fire two bursts before tracking inwards, sweeping a line of fire down along the TIE pursuit even as Darius whipped around to face them, the turret tracking and firing. Dropping it back into the hands of the droid system, which continued raining blasts with deadly precision, Darius flipped the switch arming the ship's proton torpedo launcher and cut loose along the fighters with the forward-firing ion cannon. The ship, meanwhile, was put into a roll and followed an erratic up-down path.
With any luck, he could break a hole free without Baird and his crew vomiting all over the interior.
Darius Vaughn
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| Baird | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 2:01 AM | Message # 33 |
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| Well, We all have internet problems from time to time.)) Added (18 Jul 2011, 3:01 Am)
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as the ship started to bounce around, Baird sighed heavily. "The empire, of course." after the sigh, he reached into his pocket grabbed the remote, and controlled his ship, that had been following them since take off, but couldn't support any one in space, therefor it being completely useless, accept for a fancy speeder. He moved towards the cockpit, stepping over and around his comrades, to get a better view of what was happening. Once he hit the hallway before the cockpit he yelled out. "Buddy, either you jump to light speed to whatever system we are supposed to go to, or take us to Atzerri, we can hide out in a space station of mine, minimal imperial activity, and we can fix up your ship if it takes any damage." He then peered out the window to see what was happening. Another sigh escaped him, he just wanted or a few minutes to relax. "I'll bring my ship up in front of us, hopefully it can withstand a couple of hits. If their is a star destroyer hopefully it'll attract that one in, once it's in the bridge I can blow the ship, giving us a clearer chance. But I still say just jump to light speed."
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 5:23 AM | Message # 34 |
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| Things were going well when everything went into chaos the next moment. The eighteen TIE fighters that were sent to deal with the Alpha Squadron, in addition to the six that were targeting the transport, went on swarming them. He heard the Smuggler bark out the orders to break up, especially when there were a lot of green lasers that went firing toward them. The Z-95s would immediately scatter, giving themselves a better chance to fight back, due to the fact that the superior numbers of TIE fighters would scatter as well.
Because there were eighteen TIEs targeting the Alpha Squadron, and the fact that the squadron scattered, that improved each Z-95's odds two TIEs to one Z-95. Ben would move the joystick hard, and the F-302 broke hard to the right. Every single member of the Libs, a soldier or a pilot, were trained to fight against multiple enemies. While TIEs may be superior to Z-95s, the Libs' best fighter model still could give a hell of a fight. In addition to that, the F-302 were a customized starfighter capable of matching the speed and firepower equal to that of a TIE.
Pretty soon, there were laser fire everywhere. Both green and red. TIEs chasing Z-95s. Z-95s chasing TIEs. As the Imperial star destroyer were closing in, the F-302 pulled off a spin to shake a couple of TIEs off his tail. Then a moment later, he stumbled upon the Imperials that were chasing the Escapade's behind. He'd fire a couple of concussion missiles toward the Imps, and went on to fire the red laserfire toward the rest that were chasing the transport. Crazy, indeed. The Alpha Squadron's primary concern is to get Baird's men to safety. In order to do that, they'd have to clear the path for them to escape into hyperspace.
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 3:21 PM | Message # 35 |
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| The Empire considered its pilots to be fodder. TIE's were unshielded, of course, and the armor on them was scandalously thin. What most people didn't know was that they were also computer-operated, primarily. Pilots were expected simply to know the pre-programmed maneuvers and choose which one was right based on certain criteria that were hammered into them in training (and, of course, to pull the trigger when the time was right). Few were the intrepid pilots who switched to manual control and took full advantage of the TIE's impressive maneuverability; as a result, most of these TIE's wouldn't be too dangerous to a Force user or to an experienced pilot, both of whom would be able to spot the repetitive maneuvers of the Imperial starfighters. Vaughn, especially, would make short work of them. 4 of the TIE's were blasted into debris by his devastating salvo of quad laser fire and concussion missiles. 2 others broke formation but continued the pursuit, this time staying out of the firing arc of the quad lasers as best they could and keeping a constant stream of fire on the ship in the hopes of shredding any more concussion missiles as they were launched. The TIE's didn't have another option―if they held their fire or broke off the pursuit, Vaughn would make scrap of them and they knew it. These remaining 2 signaled the Magnum for reinforcements.
As for Ben's squadron, however, two TIE's to each one of his fighters were formidable odds indeed. The sluggish Z-95's would be especially vulnerable to the TIE's superior maneuverability (although the Z-95's made up for it in proton torpedoes). With the surprisingly agile and powerful F-302's, the casualty rate wouldn't be 1 to 1, but perhaps 1 to 2 in the Libs' favor. So while quite a few of the TIE's were indeed shredded, some of the Z-95's were sure to go up too. Ben himself would see this happening when one of the more intrepid Imperial pilots dropped his TIE fighter in behind his F-302 and opened fire, spattering its green lasers on Ben's rear shields.
And as for Baird's decoy ship, it was destroyed (as mentioned previously). Even if somehow it beat the Magnum's turbolaser volley, however, it would still be apparent to the Imperials that there were no life signs on it and thus, it would be disregarded. After all, it was supremely unlikely to have functioning weapons on it that Baird would be able to control with a remote. If it did have functioning weapons and functioning engines and was obviously spaceworthy, why would Baird have been stranded on Amorris in the first place? No, the decoy was done for.
"Are we in tractor range?" Heller asked.
"Yes, Sir," an Ensign reported.
"Good. Acquire a lock on that transport," Heller ordered, sobered by the transport's devastating effect on the TIE's, "Once we've got it held in place, we'll hit it with an ion cannon volley."
"Yes, Sir. Trying to get a lock now." Not a simple task considering Vaughn's wild juking to and fro.
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 3:36 PM | Message # 36 |
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| The Escapade was not armed with concussion missiles; that was the F-302's warhead of choice. No, Darius opted for the heavier proton torpedo launcher, and he'd not used it against simple TIE fighters; for them, the single ion cannon and the quad laser turret would do. At only 20.1 meters, the JumpMaster 5000 was a relatively small craft; quick and agile especially with upgrades Vaughn had placed in her.
Leaving the integrated droid system to once more target any nearby TIEs, and indeed, those harrying the Libs were within weapon range, Darius made a break for the planet's surface, hearing the blasts as the quad laser cannon lanced back and away, trying to score a hit as Darius wove his craft through nearly insane patters. If Baird's crew weren't strapped down, they were more than likely to come out with bruises, contusions and broken bones.
The problem with the closing Star Destroyer was its tractor beams. Darius could out fly the ship, but he certainly couldn't outgun it. He was familiar enough to know a tractor pull would be accompanied by ion cannon blasts. Once the Escapade was disabled, they'd have no chance. Down and down he went into the atmosphere; ideally the turbulence caused as he broke through the upper layers would cause even more of a problem for them to lock on. He could only hope the rest of the Libs had scattered. He had no chance to back them up in this fight.
Darius Vaughn
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 4:58 PM | Message # 37 |
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| Indeed, some of his pilots would go up in flames. He had witnessed it with his own eyes. There was a particular Z-95 that had exploded at some close distance away from the F-302, "Riggs!" Ben shouted into the radiotransmitter. Riggs was the particular pilot that were a good friend of Ben's. The Captain immediately shrugged that off. He didn't like doing that, but he had to. Ben had no choice, he was in the middle of a dogfight that doesn't have odds in his favor. Two more Z-95s went into an explosion. That left five Z-95s, a F-302, and the Escapade.
The Escapade had taken care of the TIEs that were firing on it...and those that were chasing the remaining Headhunters. The Alpha Squadron had managed to take down a few TIEs, but there were still many left to go. Darius' precious ship had steered out of the way. The F-302 was about to escort it when a TIE fighter got behind it and began shooting at the rear shield. Of course, Ben acknowledged it almost immediately. The rear shielding was able to withstand the laser fire for now. If there's one thing he learned in many of his encounters with Imperial pilots during his tenure as a pirate, it's to pull off awesome moves.
Ben simply tilted the F-302 to the left. Then all of sudden, the Captain punched a control that controlled the ship's speed. It didn't go all the way to a complete stop. However, the speed drastically decreased. He was able to feel a bit of force slamming against his chest. However, with an inertial compensator in place, it also drastically prevent Ben from gasping for breath frantically. Because this happened so fast, the TIE fighter behind the F-302 most likely wouldn't have time to react to Ben's move. Thus, placing the customized fighter behind the TIE. Ben didn't wait for the computer to get a lock on the TIE, pulling the trigger on the joystick. The laser bolts would rain on the TIE.
Then Ben slowly increase the speed back to the attack speed. The next thing the Captain noticed was, the Escapade was breaking for the surface. He groaned softly, "Get back here! We can still clear the path for you to enter the hyperspace, Vaughn!" He spoke, as the F-302 put itself into a roll before flying straight down. Ben pulled the trigger once again, laser fire headed straight for the hatch of a TIE fighter chasing one of the Z-95s.
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| Baird | Date: Monday, 18 Jul 2011, 6:01 PM | Message # 38 |
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| As the battle continued, he returned himself to a seat and sat down. A similar event like this happened during his days in the clone wars, he got away just fine, but that was because he had the benefit of having an entire squadron at his command. "So, either we're going to be captured by the empire, or we're going to go back to Amorris, and try to fight off the empire, either way the only support we'd have is acknowledgement of the planet's terrain, and being friendly with the drackmarian, whom could help us fight them off until every damn stormtrooper in that Star Destroyer comes down and over takes us." He also had another Idea, but he was saving that for last. He wasn't about to go out without making a note of huge success.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Thursday, 21 Jul 2011, 8:50 PM | Message # 39 |
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| Indeed, it would be difficult to acquire a tractor lock on the Escapade as long as the scene was swarming with fighters. Heller had been attempting to rectify this with his TIEs, having them concentrate on the Z-95s and F-302s. Heller's conservative logic was sound, in this case; the Escapade would be attempting to jump to hyperspace, but the same thing protecting it from the Marathon's tractor beams would also be in its way, and for both sides it was a race against time—for Heller, to thin out the rebel fighters before the Escapade was clear to jump, and for Vaughn and Baird, to jump before this happened. Heller had made a determination that it was a race he could win (especially with a numerically superior number of fighters).
But the calculus changed when the Escapade turned about and fled to Amorris. To what end? Heller wondered. Baird had been stranded on Amorris for some time and undoubtedly wouldn't want to return. It wasn't practical to hide there, either—Heller had a vast numerical advantage in ground troops and was quite capable of turning the jungle inside out. No, Heller decided, escape is still his plan. Perhaps he intended to use the planet's gravity well to "slingshot" himself around it? If so, he must know that the Marathon could do the same. (In theory, anyway. Heller hadn't tried it himself and it was possible to wreck a Star Destroyer in this fashion).
But the TIEs would certainly have no trouble following him, and now that the Escapade—Heller's priority—was fleeing, he had no choice but to commit his TIEs to chase after it. He gave the order, the the TIEs broke off their engagement of Ben's squadron and dropped into hot pursuit of the Escapade. They would be upon it in a few moments, but for now only the remaining 2 TIEs of the original 6 remained in firing range of it. And fire they did, keeping the heat on the freighter and observing caution to avoid its guns.
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Friday, 22 Jul 2011, 8:20 AM | Message # 40 |
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| "You don't look beyond the small picture, do you Baird?" Darius grimaced as a pair of laser blasts slammed into the rear shields, jolting the ship. A quick readouts showed all was still in the green; other than a few glancing blows, his flying had been rather at its peak, though this was nothing compared to his escape at Kamino. There, he had been so deep in the Force it was a wonder that he remembered it at all. "We're getting out of here; maybe not all of the others, but this ship is for sure."
Darius was familiar to an extent with TIE fighters; he'd flown one or two in his muddled past and he knew of their computer-controlled weakness. assuming that neither of the pair of pilots behind him was either exceptionally good at flying or an ace, he might well have a blue milk run. By and large, a computer could plan for and outdo another computer based on it's level of 'intelligence,' and the droid brain on the Escapade was no slouch in the proverbial IQ department. After several rapid salvos and timing and recalculating, the brain might well have been able to pick out a weakness in the Imperial pilots' flight patterns; perhaps enough to gain that killer edge and vaporize them with its next several shots.
Darius' plan at the moment was indeed to slingshot around the planet; he figured well enough that the Star Destroyer might be well able to do the same, but the Captain would need time to line up the maneuver and go in with a full enough thrust; in short, he'd have to be daring or stupid and Darius had the head start. The TIEs he figured would do the same, and he hoped they would; they lacked the shields that aided such a jaunt across the atmosphere with such high amounts of heat, and their fragile wings, so good in space, were more than likely to be a hindrance in the upper edges of the atmosphere dragging at them.
"Hang on kids!" Darius pushed the engines to full as he felt the forces push against him despite the compensator as they began the maneuver.
Darius Vaughn
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Friday, 22 Jul 2011, 11:42 AM | Message # 41 |
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| Despite the odds still in favor of the Imperials, the remaining Z-95s and the F-302 was able to hold their ground. Well, in this case, it was space. Actually, it was the F-302 and the Escapade's doing that had thinned out most of the TIEs. Ben continued to press the trigger, sending the same TIE into flames. After doing so, he pulled off a roll and pulled a hard left. He was aiming for yet another TIE that were gunning for one of the Z-95s when the Captain would notice a shift in Imperial strategy.
They were being pulled off to pursue the Escapade. "We got to stop them from stopping the Escapade from entering hyperspace." He gave the orders to the remaining Z-95s, of which is five. While they could easily evade the star destroyer, it's the TIE fighters that poses a high-risk move for the squadron. The Escapade were moving a lot faster than the Z-95s. The TIE fighters would be able to keep up. This is a dilemma to Ben. "Push the speed to maximum." He gave another order, even though he knew the Z-95s wouldn't be able to catch up. However, the F-302 could. This is exactly the reason why Ben thought this to be a high-risk move.
While the Z-95s would keep their distance and do their best to pursue the TIEs, his fighter would gain some ground. This meant he would have to take them on single-handed, at least for a while. Then Ben would realize the move the Escapade had made when they were going through the heat of planetary atmosphere. This was a good move. The Alpha Squadron would be able to withstand the heat, both the F-302 and the Z-95s. They had shielding, while the TIE fighters doesn't.
His buddies would continue to try and catch up, Ben would pull the trigger. Launching a couple more concussion missiles and sprayed red laserfire toward the Imperials chasing the modified transport. He hoped he'd be able to distract the TIEs long enough for the Escapade to escape into hyperspace. Only then, he'd have to worry about their own escape.
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| Baird | Date: Saturday, 23 Jul 2011, 2:11 AM | Message # 42 |
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| Go ahead, heller. I got nothing to add really.))
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
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Damian Baird.
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Wednesday, 27 Jul 2011, 5:53 PM | Message # 43 |
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| (( If there are no further posts on this by tomorrow, I'll go ahead and finish it out. ))
Darius Vaughn
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Thursday, 28 Jul 2011, 12:24 PM | Message # 44 |
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| (( This thread moves fast! I'm not done quite yet, gentlemen. I'll have a post for you later today, and thanks for your patience. )) Added (28 Jul 2011, 1:24 PM)
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With few exceptions, Heller was conservative in the tactics he employed. He was cognizant of the danger to his Star Destroyer if he attempted to duplicate the Escapade's maneuver and was of the opinion that the capture of Baird and his accomplices wasn't worth the lives of 40,000 men and women (not to mention a billion credits in mangled durasteel strewn about Amorris). Heller might not have needed to duplicate the maneuver, however, for the Marathon had an important advantage on the Escapade; namely, the Star Destroyer had been closing a tremendous distance to Amorris and was thus already moving much faster than the small freighter would be able to accelerate in so short a time. Possibly. Either way, Heller ordered the Marathon to continue the pursuit at its current speed, on a course calculated not to trap it in the planet's gravity well—it wasn't the most desirable option and the Escapade might indeed escape, but there was a chance the Marathon's tractor beam could snag the fleeing ship just over the planet's horizon before it could jump to hyperspace. The TIE fighters would remain in pursuit too, and do what they could to slow the Escapade down.
At least that was the plan until another ship, a mile-long behemoth, emerged from hyperspace behind the Marathon with its guns blazing. On its hull was emblazoned the name Pride of Drackmar. "Contact, Captain!" an Ensign at the sensors console shouted, "Invincible-class Star Dreadnaught!"
Heller swore under his breath, tore himself away from the bridge viewport and hurried to the sensors console as the Star Destroyer rumbled with the first impacts to its stern. Sure enough, it was the Drackmarians—apparently someone noticed the Marathon lurking in the Quelii Sector for the last few hours. "Come about," Heller ordered, forcing calm into his voice, "Hard a starboard. Recall the flight groups and prepare to launch the rest of the TIEs."
No one disagreed, and it looked as though the Escapade along with the remains of Ben Amir's squadron would escape. To hell with them, Heller thought. He had his own ship to save now.
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Thursday, 28 Jul 2011, 4:09 PM | Message # 45 |
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| Even as Darius broke free of the planet, even as freedom lay ahead of him, when his sensors picked up the Drackmarian vessel assaulting the Star Destroyer, his fingers twitched only once. The desire to turn back was there for just a moment and then gone. "We're getting the hell out of here!" His fingers hit the button and space elongated before them. He and Baird would have time to talk on the flight about some things as well, but for now... sweet escape.
Darius Vaughn
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