Beautiful, isn't she?
Prefsbelt sector - New Imperial Held Borosk
System Orbit
3rd Fleet - The Agni Kai
Objective 3 - Breaking Lines
Commodore Satou was not liking his odds. He was Corellian and as the saying went, Corellians never cared about the odds...But that wasn't quite right. The saying came from the famed General Solo, a man they still learned about in history books in school back home. The actual quote was "Don't tell me the odds." Satou had always believed that it wasn't that the man didn't care, he just felt that if he knew how heavily the deck was stacked against him, how much they had to lose, that he wouldn't give his all and that he would ultimately create a self-fulfilling prophecy. So as the droid brains calculated their percentages and the casualty reports became coming in from the incoming fire he felt trapped by the odds. But he needed to be stronger, he needed to beat those odds. But that would be difficult with the demoralizing screams being played over the com. They were incoherent, but it was obvious they were recordings of the Sith, though of what worlds no one could be sure of unless they had actually been there themselves maybe. To Satou it was just chilling background noise, but it looked like they were jamming even their short-range coms. Getting through that would take some time.
"Shut that off," he shouted to the com station. He gritted his teeth as turbolaser fire blossomed into colorful waves that rippled across the shields and shook the Agni Kai. The screaming came to a haunting halt, cascading the bridge into total silence save from the distant rumble of explosions in space and the occasional beep from a console. Satou's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Get working on restoring our connection with the Starchild and I want firing solutions for the nearest Sith vessels yesterday. Fire at will." Silence. The clack of his boots echoing on the bridge as he made his way to the front viewport were deafening.
"Well?" His voice was thunderous, "We've got a battle to win and we won't get it done by standing around!" And like that the bridge snapped back to life. They'd surprised them with their little party trick, but that was all it would give them.
Wildcat Squadron
Assigned to Supercarrier Starchild II
Wildcat 3, Cub, was jostled in his seat as he came out of a spin after dodging anti-starfighter fire from one of the Sith cruisers. They were closing the distance now. The main battlefleet had still not launched fighters, but that didn't mean the initial invasion force hadn't. There were plenty out here already, just waiting to get turned into slag. Cub pulled his X-wing up and over a floating piece of debris, catching one such sith fighter off guard, letting all four of its laser cannons turn that Sith fighter into a sparking fireball. The superheated gas expanded quickly though, which normally wasn't a problem for starfighters. But in this case Cub was too close and the rapidly expanding gas buffeted his starfighter and sent shrapnel across his armor, chipping the paint in several places and folding up pieces of durasteel along his fuselage. His atstromech tweedled at him, the unkind words scrawling themselves on his dash screen.
"I'm sorry alright!"
Just then Wildcat 6, XO, flew up next to him.
"Keep your eyes open Cub," he said over com. That's when the screams came. They were shut off just as quickly by the astromechs but the effect was there. He heard an audible click as the astromechs all came together and formed a new squadron only channel.
"Uhhh, what in the Seven Hells was that?"
"I don't know but I don't like it," came the stoic reply of Wildcat Leader. "Keep flying, we've got a long day ahead of us." That was an understatement. They'd lost half of their squadron at Muunilinst and squadrons fighting at half strength, even elite ones like Wildcat, was a great way to get yourself killed. Cub didn't know what Pryce was doing...But he damn well hoped that after this battle they'd finally be able to take the break that this was supposed to be.
Aboard the ANV Renegade Unlimited
Bridge
Commander Chun stood, her mouth agape with a dumbfounded expression on her face. One of her headtails fell from its place perched neatly on her shoulder and flopped down to her backside, the sudden weight tugging at her head bringing her back to reality. She snapped her head at one of her deck officers who stood equally dumbfounded. Just like that, the lead frigate had been turned to slag. A gout of green flame erupted from its port side engines causing a chain explosion of warheads. A few seconds later pods began jettisoning themselves from the vessel as it floated errantly towards the formation of corvettes who were trying their damndest to flee the ticking time bomb.
"Fff-" she stammered, "Fire! Fire at will! Don't let those corvettes get away!" She didn't say which corvettes, didn't give her gunnery crew exact orders. Inexperience on her part along with a new crew meant that she was riding by the seat of her pants, and everyone else knew it. The gunnery crews began speaking to their men and women at the guns, sending them firing solutions and orders. In moments the Renegade Unlimited's turbolaser blisters began firing on the corvettes, peppering their shields at first but then quickly either disabling their engines, sealing their fate, or destroying them outright. Despite her hazy orders, the skill of her gunner crew was exceptional, though whether the young Twi'lek realized that or not was up for debate.
"Who was that that fired on that frigate?" Who was it that had stolen her glory was what she wanted to say...But she was already a child playing war. She didn't need to give her people cause to hate her more than they likely already did.
