It happened in less than three minutes.The Imperial Confederation Carrier Conqueror and it's three corvettes, alongside it's convoy of transports, were pulled out of hyperspace. The Vermillian Drift had become a hub of trade for the TIC since the planeshift, but reports had been coming in of disruptions in trade. Pirates with interdictors. The Imperials had authorized escorts, but none had seen anything in the last few weeks.
"Sir, we've been interdicted."
The ship's captain sneered at the NCO who had spoken. Of course they had.
"I can see that. Now, answer me this, what are you going to do about that?"
"Sir! Incoming!"
They struck like lightning.
From behind them, three squadrons of B-wings that disabled the shields of the transports and corvettes that were supposed to act as their picket line. then, from the east, a squadron of what looked to be some sort of Interceptor, flying like vultures down to strike with laser cannons, and what could only be a form of light turbolaser. The officer went wide eyed as he turned to his flight commander.
"Launch fighters! We need to-"
The explosion of a freighter nearby rocked the ship.
Then it came, right on top of them. A flight of Y-wings that had their sights set on the corvettes. Rockets fired, and pierced the hulls. Then eruptions of flame followed, as the warheads inside went off.
Before he could even finish his sentence, it was over.
The rebel fighters disappeared into hyperspace.
And all that was left was the cruiser, and what was left of the convoy.
