[member="Vilaz Munin"]
“And you murdered yourself when you signed on with the Dark Lords. I just carried the bullet a while.” Voice shaking with rage and excitement, Mara slapped the comm panel and cut the transmission. A heartbeat later, she toggled a the shields. “Mukami. What are we looking at?”
The Scar’s little bridge hummed with nervous anticipation and rage at an empathic level. Most of her crew - Mukami, Styr, Kolatta, Eiarra Denirel, a couple others - carried scars of their own from the Ilum Enclave massacre. Apart from one lucky woman and her child, they'd been the only survivors.
Mukami, an Asahian Undergrounder, hunched over the sensor panel. “Mandalorian Tegaanalir patrol boat. Looks like it's stock. No speed advantage to either side. Jamming beam, two laser cannons, disruptor torpedos.”
The jammer would mess with the Scar’s turrets: automatic fire was no longer an option, and Styr and Barth would have to use manual sights when they eventually started shooting. The Scar's cap drains and heavy shields would help against the disruptor torps, but they'd been designed to block ion cannon fire. The torps would be something new.
“Eiarra, hit it.”
The Chalactan woman bared her teeth and toggled a control on an auxiliary panel.
The Scar of Ilum contained a Crybaby defensive decoy launcher, the kind of thing you used to lure pirates with fake distress calls. One such decoy was currently nestled in the nearby asteroid belt. And since Mara had taken down and captured a handful of Mando ships while hunting the massacre's perpetrators, the Mando distress call, encryption, and frequency were a hundred percent authentic.
Somewhere in that asteroid field, apparently, Mara had wrecked a Mando ship and left it as bait. That was the story the Crybaby told, anyway.
Mara prodded the intercom. "Kolatta?"
At one of the forward viewports, the Zahat'n'iran sniper - a Master of the Force in her own way - raised a Jurgoran Staff and pointed it at Vilaz's ship. The Force rumbled through the metal staff's crystals, Rave Merrill's final creation. So long as Vilaz's ship gave her a clear shot, its crew would feel deep apprehension, guilt, or even despair - if they weren't protected by ysalamiri, void stone, terentatek hide...
OOC Summary of Actions:
-Shields up
-Mando distress call from inside the asteroid belt
-Using this -
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/95849-the-jurgoran-staves/
-No shots fired