Private Ripple Effect

[Oryn Selvar]

Tag: Isur
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The Wayfinder had once served as a customs patrol corvette along the ragged trade lanes of the Mid Rim, though little of her original shine remained. At just under a hundred meters from bow to engine block, she carried herself with the weary posture of a ship that had survived too many decades and too many owners.

The corridors were narrow and the ceilings low, but every meter of the ship was cared for with stubborn pride. The technology was old, but well mainteined. Nothing aboard the Wayfinder was luxurious, yet everything worked because the people aboard refused to let it fail.

The ship had a reputation: though she might arrive late, she always arrived in the end. This time, the Wayfinder even held the presence of a Jedi. What could possibly go wrong?

Said Jedi, one Padawan Oryn Selvar, sat cross-legged in deep meditation within his humble quarters. The ship was transporting valuable medical supplies and foodstuffs to the oceanic world of Aguarl, though Oryn suspected there was some secret cargo of value as well. If the captain was smuggling something, he hadn't been able to get it out of him.

Then there was Safira, of course. Daughter of some noble, or senator, or whatever. Oryn's main mission lay on Aguarl, however, knocking out two birds with one stone, he'd been sent to ensure the safe passage of the supplies as well as the protection of Safira.

That, and it was way cheaper to send him on the Wayfinder instead of giving him a ship of his own. The Council probably didn't trust him with that anyway.

A mechanic droll broke through on his room's comms. "Padawan Selvar to the bridge." Of course. He had just left. What was it now? "I'll be right-" "Padawan Selvar to the bridge." Of course. The line was only open one way. Oh well. Best get going.

 

[Isur]

After the public collapse of the Black Sun, Isur went to ground for a bit. Call it a vacation. He bounced from worlds to worlds, mostly aquatic, living large off of the credits he received. Purchasing his own ship, not much but a Corellian Corvette Assassin build. Fast, sleek, with guns to disable and the ability to survive close quarters and physical strikes with other ships.

Made a great ship.

The Snapjaw, he called it. Not exactly the scariest name, but the fact that half the guns were tractor beams, to hold a ship? Made some sense.

Now, with his vacation over, it was time to get back to work. Some of Delphos’, his former Herglic captain, crew remained with him, but the ones that came in under the Black Sun? They were flying the flag of the Snapjaw.

“Sir, target acquired.” Said one of the other Karkarodons aboard. The ship was primarily them and Quarrens. Simple, easy. Isur grinned and nodded.

The hologram of the Wayfinder came up. “Good. good. Fire a warning shot off the bow. Prepare the boarding harpoons.”

Wreck Punk started playing over the ship’s intercom as it sped up, ion cannon shots glancing towards the Wayfinder. They could just hope this was the right vessel.

"Power down your engines. This is your only warning." Said the transmitted hologram of a Karkarodon carrying a large wan-shen.

Oryn Selvar

 

[Oryn Selvar]

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Oryn was halfway to the bridge when alarms started blaring. His lazy trot turned into a sprint. What was going on?

The Captain of the Wayfinder looked out the bridge's viewport with gritted teeth. "Bloody pirates!" he cursed. "Send a distress signal to the High Republic Navy." they were going to need it.

I won't let them have my ship, the Captain thought to himself. More importantly, he was transporting precious cargo, and if it fell into enemy hands, he'd be chewed out... Of course, if he resisted and the pirates decided to blast him and his ship to pieces, well... He was caught between a rock and a hard place. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to outrun them.

"Fire a warning shot of our own. Show them we won't go meekly-" "Captain, our gun batteries are forward facing-" "I KNOW THAT! Fire the little one. And bring us about."

A small gun turret fired off warning shots at the pursuing ship in return. Their only rear-facing weapon. Then their engines seemingly powered down, only to shift as the Wayfinder started maneuvering to come about and face towards the Snapjaw. If they were going to bite back, this would be their only chance.

"This is the Captain of the Wayfinder. This is a fight you do not want to take. Jump back to hyperspace before we blow you to smithereens. This is a High Republic war ship" a stretch, to be sure. "Even if you take us, which you won't, you'll have the Republic's navy on your tails. Change course, sir, before you make your final mistake."

Isur ​

 

[Isur]

The music was kicking up as the ship sped forward. Isur wished he had his blastboats within a jump but they were out doing a supply run. So it meant that the Snapjaw was going to have to do the heavy fighting until the shuttles could board the vessel.

Isur saw the shield flare as the turret hit his shields and the Karkarodon grinned, wide and toothy.

“They’re coming about, Captain.” Said one of the crew members, a Quarren, announced.

“Ready the guns.” Isur ordered as the Republic captain ordered him to turn around.

“Come, little one. You have no idea what we are capable of. This vessel is not one of yours of the line.” He was buying time as his firing and shield teams were prepping. Finding locks.

“We’re pirates.”

And then the volley came.

Oryn Selvar

 

[Oryn Selvar]

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They called the bluff. Kriff. To call the Wayfinder a war ship was a generous stretch.

"Get me a firing solution on those bloody pirates!" "Captain, their current trajectory-" "I see it"

It was plaine as day. They needed to come about to get full use of their forward-facing weaponry. The pirates trailing them, however, were juuust fast enough to stay clear. Who knew how long they could keep this dance up, but the outcome was clear.

The volley came. The ship shook as their shields were taken to task. "Report" "No damage, but our shields are down to 60%".

"Return fire" the Captain exchanged looks with his bridge crew. They knew not all guns had a lock on the enemy, but this was about as good as it was going to get. Their rotational rear-turret fired a few inconsequential rounds. Whatever guns were placed starboard side could just about get a view of the target, and they fired as well. But it was much too little.

It was about that moment that the Nautolan Padawan burst onto the bridge. He'd realized they were under attack, but it was only now dawning on him just how much trouble they were in.

"What's going on?"

The Captain took a deep breath, once more examening his bridge crew and the Jedi. Finally, he said "We are about to be boarded. Everyone to their stations." And time to see what Jedi protection was worth

Isur​