Location: Spaceport - Air Space
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Mia's Insurrectionists
Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighter
Insurrection and Death Watch starfighters met on their battlefield in the skies above the bloody one in action on the ground. Numbers thinned as the two fighter screens of
Mando'ade went head to head. The
Tal'galaare or Bloodhawks were holding their own against the rebels in the skyward furball, but it wasn't just the opposition pilots they had to worry about. The AA gun batteries and mass driver cannons that were part of the spaceport's military defenses were causing havoc for the Death Watch warriors as well. From the action seen at Sundari to now, the squadron was down to ten from twelve, though some were flying with damage like Cin. Parts and proper time to do complete repairs had not been a luxury they had between sortes.
A trio of ion blasts shot out from the spaceport's mountain face. One sliced in at Three Flight, cutting through the vector the rebel fighters should have been using to engage the X-wing styled starfighters of Death Watch. The second hit the far mountain face causing an avalanche to dust some of the infantry below. The third lanced up at one of the drop ships, but never reached its target. Cinara saw the blast diffuse ever so slightly as if it had hit a shield, but its dissipating ball left no debris behind.
[Two, report.]
Dead air answered Bloodhawk One's call to her wingman.
Frak, frak, frak! Edee caught that one. He's gone, Cin mused angrily to herself hitting the flight console with her gloved fist harder than she wanted to putting a slight dent in it. This was all so stupid,
vode fighting
vode just because of
her. Good Mandalorians were and had died because of Mia's twisted reality of what a clean slate for the brothers and sisters of Mandalore was. The Liberator's delusional reign of terror needed to end this day so
Manda'yaim could finally heal, and become stronger than ever under the Undying's steady hand.
A warning warble from her astromech droid brought Cinara back to the present danger. She mashed her right foot down on the etheric rudder pedal. The sandy gold and maroon helmeted pilot's stern slew around to the left, swinging her out of a rebel fighter's line of fire pointing the
Ra'gr's nose right at the ship as it sailed past her. One punched the starfighter over ninety degrees, hauled back on the flight stick, then completed the inversion and dove down onto the rebel's tail. With a solid target lock, she sent kilojoules of scarlet energy bloodlessly at the fighter, then watched as it exploded before her steely blue eyes.
Cinara nudged the stick and shot thought the center of the fiery explosion. Clear on the other side, Bloodhawk Leader set her sights on the spaceport defenses as word over the comm came that the shield generator was down.
[One Flight with me. We are going to hit the defenses on the spaceport. Two and Three Flight, keep the rebel scum busy and off us .]
A snap roll brought the
Ra'gr up onto its starboard S-foil as a series of double clicks came from her squad mates, then Cinara dove down towards the spaceport. She hauled back on the stick and canted it ever so slightly to the side putting the starfigher into a lopsided corkscrew maneuver; the jerky movements making it much harder to track and hit by the gunners. With her thumb, the honey blonde popped the weapons control over to proton torpedoes, then tugged back on the flight stick, killing the weave and leveling out. She pulled the trigger and let fly on blue jets streaming from the ship's warhead launchers a pair of missiles at the mountain's face where a section of AA turrets were hidden within the craggy rock followed by two more aimed at the mass driver cannons as well. Bloodhawk Three and Four did the same going for their own targets on the straffing run.
Immediately after making the pass, Cinara went hard to port and climbed up and away quickly, hoping to come around for another run unless needed elsewhere.
