“I thought you were a Starchaser!” Came the call across comms.
I am. Kaia thought back angrily. She didn’t say anything, she just shook her head. “Drift?” She asked her droid. The droid beeped in the affirmative. There was no way a fleet like that should be tracking her convoy. They were small vessels, many on a Pathfinder, most shuttles or light freighter designation. Refugees, Force sensitive children, their families. All looking for a home.
And they were being chased by a patrol fleet including Star Destroyer and its escorts, light cruisers. They should not have been able to keep track of them through that last jump. Kaia threaded them between the weird anomalies from Firefist sitting in the galaxy and one of the local dwarf stars, dense and pulling things towards it.
It was a tricky calculation, even for her, and she was a Starborn Starchaser.
“This is Mon Calamari carrier Skate II, evacuating ship, all shuttles launched…” Another ship lost. Kaia saw it as it blinked out.
It had to be a tracker, and she saw where it was, the ship that hadn’t lost much of its hull strength.
Breathing deep, she used her implants to contact the ship, the one she could trust on their.
“Listen. I need your help…”
It was a great day for Coren Starchaser. He and the Tachyon Rising made a few saves alongside several others of the Stars of Hope collective. Helping people by jumping out of Xelec and into systems, finding lost spacers, and bringing them out of the darkness. To Xelec, wiping their jumps from Xelec, and sending them to wherever they wanted to go. Or close to it.
It was beginning to be the biggest collective rescue effort in the galaxy.
The Dawn Chaser, now more a home to wandering Wardens, Selabites, and trainees of many navigators, was joined by several other larger ships, from carrier-corvettes to at least two other full on destroyer types. It was a good feeling.
“... Sith star destroyer tracking us… Multiple jumps….”
“Past the purgill grounds and skirting the Outback.”
That last voice was Kaia. Coren knew it.
The new hole opened up, and he was moving towards it, several of the Warbirds, first generation and the newer ones, were already on his wing, fast launching from their home.
Flanked by Preybirds and unique painted TIE Exalts, and even a blue painted Rassilon, the small fleet leapt into the frey, immediately opening fire on decidedly Sith vessels.
Kaia, like her brother, favored using E-Wings, A-Wings, and TIE Avenger-analogs for the defense of Starchaser Enterprises vessels. There were a few here, but Coren immediately noticed the rag-tag-ness of the fighters that were in defense, and even ships like his own Tachyon Rising.
Laser fire was being traded among the small vessels while the more experienced Warbird Wing veterans flew headlong to the Star Destroyers.
Former Imperials, the lot of them, they became freedom fighters.
“Starchaser, this is Hun on the Getaway. You were right.” He said something else but Kaia was bracing against a laser blaster, all before she saw the green light up on her IFF. Friendly ships? The Force clued her in fast. Coren, Lily, Scall. Her father and the two that raised her in his absence. “...Blaster bolt to it, but the loader droid took it outside.”
Outside? She looked and saw the loader droid. “Well, thats one way to handle it. Nice work! Standby.”
Was there a betrayal from within? She wasn’t sure. What she was sure of, she needed to keep moving.
“Got yourself in a bind, kid?” Her father, she could hear the tone in his voice, aged, reached out.
“You know me, doing the good work, and getting Sith attention for it!” She shouted back as her front shield lit up.
“You did good, let us handle this.” More laser blasts came in, but they were seeming to target the Tachyon Rising, and Kaia swore she heard her father laugh when he was signing off.
“Alright River Fleet, on me!” She called as she juked and jived from laser blasts. Calls for aid coming out of her fleet, other ships linking up to them to tow through hyperspace.
He saw them getting into formation, and felt Kaia reaching out to the Force, to touch the fabric of space that was so quintessential for the Starchaser clan. And when he felt that, he felt the worst thing. Gravity well. And the barrage on the slowest freighter in that ground.
Coren Starchaser knew what he had to do, it was risky, but…
“Porter, put in an SOS to the Chaser. You might need a pick up.”
Coren put the ship into an auto-pilot for evasion and sat on the floor of the bridge tube of his ship. Reaching out to the Force, he was working to push back against the gravity well. The lead ship had too much strength to fall fast, and this was a last ditch effort.
As he was pushing, he could feel the connection with the Force start to wane, but not his strength…
Not until the others joined in. Pilots he had grown with, and lived with joined with his effort, and he could feel Kaia too, the pilots and Starchasers pushing back on the gravity well, reversing its pull right there in real time. Not only feeling the gravity and able to map it, but reversing it. Porter started to beep, the ship was rupturing around the gravity well.
Coren started to bring himself back around, feeling weak and drained. Would still need the rescue.
“Thanks, Dad…” Came the call over the comms as the fleet leapt out.
I am. Kaia thought back angrily. She didn’t say anything, she just shook her head. “Drift?” She asked her droid. The droid beeped in the affirmative. There was no way a fleet like that should be tracking her convoy. They were small vessels, many on a Pathfinder, most shuttles or light freighter designation. Refugees, Force sensitive children, their families. All looking for a home.
And they were being chased by a patrol fleet including Star Destroyer and its escorts, light cruisers. They should not have been able to keep track of them through that last jump. Kaia threaded them between the weird anomalies from Firefist sitting in the galaxy and one of the local dwarf stars, dense and pulling things towards it.
It was a tricky calculation, even for her, and she was a Starborn Starchaser.
“This is Mon Calamari carrier Skate II, evacuating ship, all shuttles launched…” Another ship lost. Kaia saw it as it blinked out.
It had to be a tracker, and she saw where it was, the ship that hadn’t lost much of its hull strength.
Breathing deep, she used her implants to contact the ship, the one she could trust on their.
“Listen. I need your help…”
It was a great day for Coren Starchaser. He and the Tachyon Rising made a few saves alongside several others of the Stars of Hope collective. Helping people by jumping out of Xelec and into systems, finding lost spacers, and bringing them out of the darkness. To Xelec, wiping their jumps from Xelec, and sending them to wherever they wanted to go. Or close to it.
It was beginning to be the biggest collective rescue effort in the galaxy.
The Dawn Chaser, now more a home to wandering Wardens, Selabites, and trainees of many navigators, was joined by several other larger ships, from carrier-corvettes to at least two other full on destroyer types. It was a good feeling.
“... Sith star destroyer tracking us… Multiple jumps….”
“Past the purgill grounds and skirting the Outback.”
That last voice was Kaia. Coren knew it.
The new hole opened up, and he was moving towards it, several of the Warbirds, first generation and the newer ones, were already on his wing, fast launching from their home.
Flanked by Preybirds and unique painted TIE Exalts, and even a blue painted Rassilon, the small fleet leapt into the frey, immediately opening fire on decidedly Sith vessels.
Kaia, like her brother, favored using E-Wings, A-Wings, and TIE Avenger-analogs for the defense of Starchaser Enterprises vessels. There were a few here, but Coren immediately noticed the rag-tag-ness of the fighters that were in defense, and even ships like his own Tachyon Rising.
Laser fire was being traded among the small vessels while the more experienced Warbird Wing veterans flew headlong to the Star Destroyers.
Former Imperials, the lot of them, they became freedom fighters.
“Starchaser, this is Hun on the Getaway. You were right.” He said something else but Kaia was bracing against a laser blaster, all before she saw the green light up on her IFF. Friendly ships? The Force clued her in fast. Coren, Lily, Scall. Her father and the two that raised her in his absence. “...Blaster bolt to it, but the loader droid took it outside.”
Outside? She looked and saw the loader droid. “Well, thats one way to handle it. Nice work! Standby.”
Was there a betrayal from within? She wasn’t sure. What she was sure of, she needed to keep moving.
“Got yourself in a bind, kid?” Her father, she could hear the tone in his voice, aged, reached out.
“You know me, doing the good work, and getting Sith attention for it!” She shouted back as her front shield lit up.
“You did good, let us handle this.” More laser blasts came in, but they were seeming to target the Tachyon Rising, and Kaia swore she heard her father laugh when he was signing off.
“Alright River Fleet, on me!” She called as she juked and jived from laser blasts. Calls for aid coming out of her fleet, other ships linking up to them to tow through hyperspace.
He saw them getting into formation, and felt Kaia reaching out to the Force, to touch the fabric of space that was so quintessential for the Starchaser clan. And when he felt that, he felt the worst thing. Gravity well. And the barrage on the slowest freighter in that ground.
Coren Starchaser knew what he had to do, it was risky, but…
“Porter, put in an SOS to the Chaser. You might need a pick up.”
Coren put the ship into an auto-pilot for evasion and sat on the floor of the bridge tube of his ship. Reaching out to the Force, he was working to push back against the gravity well. The lead ship had too much strength to fall fast, and this was a last ditch effort.
As he was pushing, he could feel the connection with the Force start to wane, but not his strength…
Not until the others joined in. Pilots he had grown with, and lived with joined with his effort, and he could feel Kaia too, the pilots and Starchasers pushing back on the gravity well, reversing its pull right there in real time. Not only feeling the gravity and able to map it, but reversing it. Porter started to beep, the ship was rupturing around the gravity well.
Coren started to bring himself back around, feeling weak and drained. Would still need the rescue.
“Thanks, Dad…” Came the call over the comms as the fleet leapt out.
