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Quauhtli Sacul
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Laulesh
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Roth Tillian
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Nathan Bloodscrawl |
Barin Drudroga
(apologize if I missed anyone)
Flying : Tie X3
Omon could sense as the few lifeforms in the M3-A's got extinguished, while his squadron was doing the 360 roll. The torpedo's scored a direct hit.
Once his nose again got head to head with stranded fighters he hit the buttons and started to shred one who were just immobilized. His Tie escort did the same. Zooming through their wreckage and bursting forward, as the rest of M3-A's scatter, as per predicted maneuver when attacked from the rear.
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Good hit! But eyes open, they will probably want revenge for their fallen. Mind your flanks." he issued command to the two Tie's covering them from behind too..
"D4, D5.. remain on the distance, do not engage until you see someone on our 6." after receiving affirmative from his backup, he contacted the Cruisers for the update. While their fighters glided through the ship debris and from time to time evading enemy fighters, mostly trying to maintain distance from overwhelming numbers, while looking only for sure targets they could engage.
"Give me the status, Lieutenant!" Omon asked the small hologram of the officer on the left side of his panel.
"My Lord, your scan definitely helped us make a clearer picture of the battlefield. It seems there are at least 3 "priority" Cruisers.
First one, from which there is most chatter, thou encrypted, we can still see the volume of it.. The Hammerhead Class, Intelligence reports that it is the Pearl of Manaan.
Second one is the Dauntless Class Heavy Cruiser, which you undoubtable noticed with her sheer size. It looks like that these two are the main focal points.." the 3D image of the battlefield show up on Omon's hologram, while the lieutenant continue with his briefing.
"Third one, and most worrisome, is the Victory II Star Destroyer, which joined in just moments ago. Her armaments are, by my calculation, deadliest.." officer stopped for a second, as though not wanting to say something..
"I am flying in a middle of a space battle, don't pause.. or I will choke you to death from here!" Omon's voice through his Mandalorian helmet sounded brutally efficient, like a sound of a promise.
"Yes sir! Sorry my Lord! I only.. there is a huge number of Cruisers, Frigates and Gunships. My Lord, I must say, that we cannot win this, with our numbers as they stand.." officer said through stutter.
Omon had to laugh on this, while rolling his fighter to the side, avoiding a laser from a nearby Class II Assault Frigate, then firing several shots in to one of the smaller surface cannons, before his squad dived under her.
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Yes lieutenant, I believe that is quite obvious. Ok, we mapped the battlefield.. move LC Viserion and Sandor closer, but not too close. I want you to start the jamming of the closest vessels, and open fire at the smaller Cruisers, Frigates and Gunships. Forward shields to the max, nothing will attack you from behind." after issuing the order he started to lose the hologram image of his subordinate..
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Ye.. S.. will.. shi.."
The second he heard that, a sense of imminent threat made his red Sith skin spike up.
Shik, their jamming us, not good!
"Evasive maneuvers now! Dive dive dive!" he pushed both control columns of his fighter down, in to a strong and abrupt dive, but the Tie Banshee that were in the formation around him were not as nimble as his X3. Last one to dive, D3, got hit with one, then 2 more laser hits. Exploding right after the second hit.
Several Gladius gunships appeared to their right. Big and heavy, they were flying slower then Omon's Tie's, but their armament was extremely deadly.
X3 made a passing across the hull of the huge enemy Class II Frigate, still, using her as a cover. Her weapons are deadly to bigger ships, and bigger squadrons, but now only 3 of them, could use its size to hide before bursting away from it. They only needed one good laser blast from the Frigate, they can follow, and hide under.
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Gladilus gunships inbound, use your back view to make sure they are always pointing their front guns toward you, never side ones. If they move, you move. Use their low maneuverability to evade, but do Not get in their broadside firing arsenal.
Next time this Frigate fires, scatter and follow that torpedo. Its heat signature will mask you. I will try to slow down the Gladius squadron."
On his order the 2 remaining Tie banshee waited for the next salvo, then zoom forward with full speed, heading toward the Sith ships.
Omon pushed his X3 hard and fast, making sharp turns to make sure he gets to their flanks in right time. Though he was about to do what he said is very unwise, and fire at a broadside of the Gladius. He was hoping their attention might be on the fleeing TIE Banshee. Plus he did also have his 2 backup ones, protecting their rear from afar.
"D4, D5, I will fire on one of the Gunships. When they all open fire at me, attack and send your entire Disruptor arsenal in to the middle of them"
"We see them sir! We will be there in 4,5 seconds" the leader of the rear answered.
Once he made a final curve, and saw the pack of gunships in front, he was starting to rethink this whole plan. These were powerful vessels. But it was too late either way, cus he was undoubtable spotted.
He fired 2 Proton torpedo's, then 1, and only Discord Missile, hopping the small droids will latch to at least few of them upon explosion.
He pressed his laser buttons, and both of his wings started to glow green, as the bolt after bolt started to fly from his 4 laser cannons.
He had about maybe 3 clear shots(12) with lasers, before the gunships opened fire, his wings cut apart and lower half's arched upwards, making him turn up in high speed, then roll around his axis to start his escape. He could sense intense firing behind him. Even his Force Senses were completely clustered by the sheer volume.
Just before he could close both of his wings, one half of the left wing got hit, chunk of it flying away from his fighter. At that second he felt the detonation of his 2 Proton torps. As he dived down with his damaged fighter, behind the enemy Frigate.
His two fighters on the rear, send him unclear, jammed message.. "Tor... ed.. Pulli.. luck"
D4 and D5 probably fired their Disruptor torpedo's, or at least he hoped. If they scored some hit, at least 2 of the Gunships would be stranded for a bit. But their droids would certainly patch them up fast. He was more hoping his proton hits did some type of damage.
When he made his long flight toward the Sith armada, hiding under enemy torpedo trajectory, same as his squadron before him. He noticed that the one Tie from D4 and D5 were destroyed, he did not know which. Tie debris were still flying from the impact of the Gladiuses full broadside power.
He sigh in anger through his helmet.. "LC Viserion, Sandor.. we are being taken out too fast. Without making any serious damage to them. This is pointless. Send messages to every Sith frequency in the vicinity. Tell the boarding parties to start retreating, or to hurry the skuk up with what ever they are doing! Or we will lose more ships in this ambush." the torpedo he followed blasted the Sith ship, and he flue through the flame of it, making a circle around the wounded cruiser. Meeting up with his remaining 4 men team, as the D5 joined them not long after.
His wounded wing made his X3 significantly slower in turning.
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