RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
DTS Citadel One- Jast 1st Rate
NEAR YAVIN
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY RELAY STATION
FLEET
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Alarms blared as the fleet of the Black Templar exited Hyperspace in a flash. They materialized in perfect sync across the stars, lined up in wedge formation. Her own flagship at the head of the spear. There wasn't much here, but there was a relay station.
A station which would be the first to go in a long Campaign. She'd taken a handpicked fleet of Officers she knew were smart, daring and had the guts of steel to pull off this operation.
"All units report green Ma'am." A young Ensign from the Comms station reported.
She nodded, clad in her massive power armor and gripped the rail. She made it a point never to sit during a battle and had the command chair stripped from the deck entirely. No nothing but a dull grey rust spot adorned where it had once laid.
"Scopes, what have we?"
"Nothing on scops but the station. Shall we commence operation."
"Aye. Set Condition One throughout the Fleet. All Fighters from DTS Decimator, Scramble. Attack formation."
"Orders away. Target?"
"Relay station. Wreck those satellites. Ardent Angel, Devastator, flank us. Vindictive Seraph, Ripper, and Wraith full speed ahead. arm all weapons and fire on the station."
She watched as scores of Jast Fighters screamed from the bays of her fleet, inbound in tight formations, weapons hot ready to blast the small relay station to smithereens.
"Sensing a distress signal Ma'am."
"Blackout, activate jamming. They get a warning, but not the whole feed."
Within seconds her Jast Blackout was jamming all freqs but their own, blasting static across the nets.
"Align remaining on our left flank and thirty degrees rear of our position. Prepare for Contact."
NEAR YAVIN
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY RELAY STATION
FLEET
DTS Citadel One- Jast 1st Rate
DTS Ardent Angel- Jast 2cnd Rate:
DTS Devastator- Jast 2cnd Rate:
DTS Vindictive Seraph- Jast 2cnd Rate:
DTS Ripper- Jast Shredder:
DTS Wraith- Jast Shredder:
DTS Blackout One- Jast Blackout:
DTS Decimator- Jast Pocket Carrier
- 100/100
DTS Ardent Angel- Jast 2cnd Rate:
- 100/100
DTS Devastator- Jast 2cnd Rate:
- 100/100
DTS Vindictive Seraph- Jast 2cnd Rate:
- 100/100
DTS Ripper- Jast Shredder:
- 100/100
DTS Wraith- Jast Shredder:
- 100/100
DTS Blackout One- Jast Blackout:
- 100/100
- 100/100
DTS Decimator- Jast Pocket Carrier
- 100/100
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Alarms blared as the fleet of the Black Templar exited Hyperspace in a flash. They materialized in perfect sync across the stars, lined up in wedge formation. Her own flagship at the head of the spear. There wasn't much here, but there was a relay station.
A station which would be the first to go in a long Campaign. She'd taken a handpicked fleet of Officers she knew were smart, daring and had the guts of steel to pull off this operation.
"All units report green Ma'am." A young Ensign from the Comms station reported.
She nodded, clad in her massive power armor and gripped the rail. She made it a point never to sit during a battle and had the command chair stripped from the deck entirely. No nothing but a dull grey rust spot adorned where it had once laid.
"Scopes, what have we?"
"Nothing on scops but the station. Shall we commence operation."
"Aye. Set Condition One throughout the Fleet. All Fighters from DTS Decimator, Scramble. Attack formation."
"Orders away. Target?"
"Relay station. Wreck those satellites. Ardent Angel, Devastator, flank us. Vindictive Seraph, Ripper, and Wraith full speed ahead. arm all weapons and fire on the station."
She watched as scores of Jast Fighters screamed from the bays of her fleet, inbound in tight formations, weapons hot ready to blast the small relay station to smithereens.
"Sensing a distress signal Ma'am."
"Blackout, activate jamming. They get a warning, but not the whole feed."
Within seconds her Jast Blackout was jamming all freqs but their own, blasting static across the nets.
"Align remaining on our left flank and thirty degrees rear of our position. Prepare for Contact."