Private Do What You Want Cuz a Pirate Is Free

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Tag: Ronhar Tane Corvo Anattolius​

Captain Sala's Fleet (Or Lack There Of):

Spoiler

• Stealthed in System:
  • Ambush Class Frigate | Stealth Interdiction Carriers
    • Shining Eagle
      • x2 "Predator" Heavy B-wing Squadron
      • x2 Flyswatter Interceptor Squadrons
      • x2 Thunderstorm II Y-Wing Squadrons

Si Tech's convoys were getting hit again.

The Rebellion's lifeblood. The thing that kept Wild Space fed. Alive. Armed.

Supreme Commander Igla had sent out Captain Sala, the twi'lek who had earned her stripes during the assault on Mon Cala. The Ambush Class sat, waiting. They knew where the hyperlanes were, and where the ways around them were. The perpetrators who had attacked their last convoy would come this way.

And they'd be waiting. Their interdiction field was on, and yet they were invisible to any sensors save ones designed to deal with heavy stealth ships.

Now the game of cat and mouse began. And in this case, they were an Eagle, watching and waiting.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

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Argentum Company - Amarrnth Corvette - Ipheion Fighter

The Amarrnth cruised along at a stately 1.0 through hyperspace. Technically it was standard speed these days, but since his Corvette was capable of a little more than three times the speed, Corvo considered 1.0 to be stately. A polite way to say slow. But they weren't alone today, and the Amarrnth was blacked out, both its IFF off and its hull paint set to a dull, matte black to match their temporary allies. Hitting the Wild Space Rebellion was risky, but they had a Marque against them, and the Rebellion (a terrible bit of branding in Corvo's estimation) had turned its back on another of Corvo's employers. So he'd done the smart thing, find some unaffiliated allies and go to town. Now his hold was filled near to bursting, and more than one prize ship had been sent back to the Mahporeem homeworld.

"Captain, long-range is picking up gravity wells in the lane." The pilot called out, causing Corvor to shift forward in his command chair in interest, the white tiger pelt wrapping it brushing against his back as he did so.

His silvery eyes flashed in anticipation of something interesting. "Signal our allies and drop us out short. Battle Stations. Seems we're about to be counterattacked." Rising from his chair even as the starscape turned from the swirling blue of hyperspace turned to elongated star stripes as the armored shutters closed over the view screen, Corvo nodded to his XO, Karda Vahl, "XO has the Con. I'll get the Ipheion ready."

Grabbing his flight helmet from its rack on his chair, Corvo slipped it over his head as he exited the bridge. Locking its seal in place as he opened the ladder access so its grinning skull's teeth and mirrored visor covered his visage as he slid down the ladder to the lower decks with a practiced ease. He then made his way forward, passing crew rushing to man their stations, strapping on weapons or sealing their own suits as they went, until he arrived at the Amarrnth's cramped hangar. There his Ipheion lay, wings swept back, black stealth polymer mottled with gold. Death and power constrained in every line. Letting the hatch ease closed behind him and settling into the dewback leather flight chair, Corvo started waking the fighter up from its low-power mode, checking the systems as they came online and connecting into the shared tactical net with the Amarrnth and linking comms with his allies.

Ronhar Tane Zoro Igala