Chance Encounter (Quoron, Starchaser)

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Quoron Viszla"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Nav Beacon 495-Cresh-7 pinned down a remote stretch of hyperroute at the edge of Hutt Space. Apart from the wreckage of a gutted Hutt caravel, 494-Cresh-7 was the area's only piece of solid matter bigger than a human's puny fist.

When three Whiphid Raider frigates exited hyperspace, Velok the Younger didn't think much of the view. Scavs had stripped the caravel wreck down to the bones. Still, there might be leftover value.

<<Pull the carcasse apart.>>

Tractor beams hummed to life.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren Starchaser was many things. A fighter pilot, a Jedi Master, a smuggler, a spacer. But one thing he really lacked in was being a commander of fleets. He could get people moving to run away and find safe harbor, but to take a fleet, and push it to its limit in combat against others? Wasn’t really his thing. But when the Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition stated they needed a small fleet sent out to the border worlds? Well, who was he to argue.

Set up with a small fleet as his battlegroup was busy running supplies around Dagobah, Coren was commanding from the bridge of one of the Alliance’s command frigates.

“Sir, we have detected three frigates near one of the nav beacons. Orders?”

“Set course, and alert the escorts. Get me an ID on those ships.”

[member="Velok the Younger"]
2 Nebulon B7
1 Gladius Heavy Frigate

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

<<Grandfather, three beasts on the horizon.>>

Velok loomed over the comscan board and its operator. Three frigates, all roughly equivalent to the Whiphid Raiders. <<Humans. The two smaller beasts are old Omega Protectorate tools. Call the hunt. We charge. Prepare to throw all spears at one small beast.>>

The Whiphid Raider frigates might not hit hard, but they could take a punch and had a speed advantage over just about anything their size. They accelerated straight for the Alliance ships. All three targeted just one of the spindly B7 frigates and opened fire at long, somewhat ineffective range.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

His ships were entering the system and making their way towards the unidentified ships. It was taking every bit of self control that Coren had to not run down to the hangar and hop in one of the E-Wings that were onboard. He knew that wasn't part of this mission. The Alliance wanted to confirm that Starchaser could handle himself with a command, rather than having to go through an alternate commander. The fleets were needing to be filled out.

"Sir, the B7 is taking minor damage. Orders?"

Coren looked at the holograms of his small fleet and nodded. "Pull shields double front. Keep tracking the frigates. Have the B7s deploy X-Wings. We're going to focus on any fighters that come our way. When we get in range of the frigates, open fire." He ordered. The ships continued on their path towards the Raiders.

"Turn starboard. All ships, lets get them presenting a profile to hit!" Coren added, leaning back in his seat.

[member="Velok the Younger"]