An eerie silence descended upon them, a silence that wasn’t good news, a whistle and then a shell exploded nearby knocking crews off their feet, shrapnel flying at their bodies. Isidor knew that they couldn’t hold them off forever and they would all die once they either ran out of ammo or ran out of the crew. He ducked as a rock flew at his head from another strike at where they are. Crates had splintered from the gunfire, their contents were strewn on the ground. They gave off an ominous aura. They looked like Holocrons. He felt uneasy looking at them.
<“Get those crates in the hold, the rest of you get into a defensive position and keep firing.”> He roars over the noise, he loves a good fight, but this is not a battle worth dying in, him or his crew. Isidor shot back as well. A leader fights with their crew after all. It brought him enough time to swoop in and place the Holocrons in another empty crate, a few shots almost hit him, it was close enough to make his hair stand on end.
They are going to flee, run from the Bryn, no one in their right mind would willingly offer themselves as a sacrifice. No one in his crew were trained soldiers, they can fight and fight well but not in the same capacity as a military.
A shockwave sent Isidor flying head over heels only skidding to a stop near where he once stood face down, Dead bodies now littered the ground. It’s always a tragedy when crew are lost. But his head spun and hurt too much to make any sense of the pandemonium around him. He needs to get up and get his crew back into his ship to make a break for it.
<“Get up, get up, and fight to flee.”> He groaned more to himself as he slowly got onto his feet, the world tilted as he did so. His sidearm back in his hand and firing at the approaching Bryn. He ached all over, but his priority is self-preservation and the preservation of his Corsairs.
So, they inched closer to their ship, keeping all blaster fire concentrated on the advancing Bryn most of them re-entered the safety of Blood Lightning. The engines started almost immediately; the take-off was pretty much impeded by the assault on the hull.
The pain from the fall made Isidor dizzy and even sicker to his stomach but the focus here is just getting out of dodge and quickly. They can use their Turbolasers to give cover to those who still need to get to their ships safely.
<“Fire on the Bryn, give those still outside cover!”> He barks, taking charge once more.
