The Sacred Garden - GA T2 Dom of Seltos and Lohopa II

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Deep Space, Near Lohopa II
Objective: Lohopa II - Pirate Trap
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"], [member="Adder"], [member="Naomi Carolina"], [member="Ben Carlin"], [member="Craig Bowler"], Rogue Squadron, Wraith Squadron
Post: 4


Rogue Squadron expertly peeled out of tight formation into flights of four at Wraith Leader's command, Arix finding himself as he so often did on the wing of Rogue Nine. The textbook precision of their formation lasted just long enough to make first contact with the enemy, before shattering in the chaos of clashing battle lines. The cyborg struggled to keep his wing man in sight, knowing that he was also responsible for keeping track of the positions of Rogues Eleven and Twelve. While he was able to spare just enough attention away from his assigned duty to focus on fighting what was right in front of him, the X-Wing pilot would have to rely heavily on Nine to keep them both out of a crossfire or any of the other multitude of hazard zones that were quickly cropping up on their flight vector.

Through it all, Flight Officer Askrima remained silent, clicking his comms to give yes or no answers and using his visor's built-in heads up display to ping the sensors of another pilot's craft if he needed to alert them to incoming danger. While those around him chattered endlessly whether in an attempt to coordinate or to fight away the fear of combat, but underneath it all the Jedi Padawan was deep in a sea of calm that was a product of his ongoing battle meditation. Noticeably more Force weak now than he had once been before the explosion that had claimed much of his body, Arix was still adept at two things when it came to the Force. Using it to help him fight, and using it to help him stay calm.

As his targeting systems beeped in confirmation of acquisition, the Jedi Padawan gently squeezed on the stick's trigger, and a precision burst of laser cannon fire pierced the outer shell of another pirate fighter's hull nanoseconds before the whole ship burst in a miniature nova.

Sometimes staying calm was easier said than done.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Anarya Drast"],

HK did not move as Jeremy projected out throwing another punch, this time directly at the disguised droid. Time slowed in the machine's perspective as his scanners and trackers went to work over time, his mind racing faster than anything an average human could comprehend. Still, he did not move out of the way, his feet shuffling over the ground in a swift change to his stance, kicking up a small cloud of dust from the dirty floor as the machine drugged his foot quickly and got into an Echani hand-to-hand combat stance.

SHLAM

There was the audible noise of the brute's fist colliding with the strange being's face, causing HK's head to tilt away from the punch with the impact to his general cheek area. The sound of two bodies clashing was followed by a shrieking yelp of pain as Jeremy suddenly grabbed his own hand, clutching it as he immediately regretted punching what felt like incredibly hard metal instead of flesh.

"Do not say "thanks" until the battle is over."

HK quipped to Anarya as from his stance he quickly brought his leg up, his knee propelling towards the ceiling to jettison the rest of his limb in a kick aimed at Jeremy. However it would be pretty clear that the being was not above fighting dirty as the kick was aimed into Jeremy's crotch, HK used the distraction to launch his metal appendage between the brute's legs, smashing it into whatever sexual organs he may have there, no judgement.

Ooooomph!

Jeremy gave out a noise of all the air escaping his body in a sharp whine as he collapsed down to his knees, battered hands reaching down to his crotch, his legs buckling underneath him from the impact and its results.

HK took a step forward, shifting his weight to the other side as his leg touched down to the floor and his hand shoot outwards instead, delivering a precise Echani open-palm strike into Jeremy's head, forcing the man down to the ground sideways, most likely with a dislocated jaw, as the being looked over to the rest of the patrons who still seemed like they were ready for a fight.

"What did you learn?"

He quipped towards them, taunting the other Tunnel Snakes

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Craig Bowler"]
Flight Officer [member="Adder"]
Flight Officer [member="Naomi Carolina"]
[member="Garven Antillies"]
[member="Laira Vereen"]
Rogue One/CO – Squadron Leader [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Rogue Two/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Flight Officer [member="Dex Bastion"]
Rogue Five – Flight Officer [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Ten – Fight Officer [member="Arix Askrima"]
Rogue Twelve – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”


His console lit up with warning lights. A moment later the computer confirming what he had been expecting: Alliance gravity mines had been set off.

"That's the trap laid everyone," Asmus called. He didn't reply to the comment about music. The track was fine, though he preferred music you could dance to. Ribbing on the youngest member of the squadron was the most important part of his duties.

He let the trio ahead of him fan out and engage the pirates from the flank. His eyes darted back and forth as he looked for his moment. A ingle headhunter dropped from the pirate formation. Asmus could just sense it was an attempt to get around their formation.

"Designating my target," he called before dropping his nose and starting his approach.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Seltos

[member="Nora Lithos"]
[member="Hazel Zanteres"] // [member="Bethany Kismet"]
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Zark"] // [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] // [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Darryl Montreux"] [member="Oros"]

Jacen sat meditating not far from the blaze. Stretching out with his senses he could feel the infection. Not directly, but in the way it tainted those it touched. There was pain and fear and it spread far.

When he pushed himself back to his feet the fire had died down and there was just a black smear across the ground where the once proud predator had been. In his bag he had a labelled and sealed vial of blood for analysis. In his meditation he had sensed familiar presences.

---

As he approached the city he could see several ships slowly descending towards the city. It had been Sionoma he had been heading towards but instead he found another familiar face.

"Master Kismet," he called out as he approached. His hair was ruffled, a thick fuzz softened his jawline and the shoulder of his robes had nearly been torn off by the infected predator. He certainly wasn't looking his most presentable. "I thought your Order was only just arriving. You haven't seen one of our Jedi Masters by any chance? Rediculous top knot, likes to talk about bees?" Jacen decided he would find Gabe then head back to the medical centre the OSL were standing up with the new sample.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: A Temple Raised
Loation: Seltos
Allies: GA and friends
Post: 8/25

"Before wesa get into da main topic, yousa must remember dat bonds actually are loans made by da issuing party"

"How do factions borrow money then?"

"Yousa must remember dat factions, and likewise with planetary governments, not borrowin from banks da way individuals, or even businesses, do. In exchange for providin a government with money today, investors receive da promise dat da government will repay in da future at a pre-determined time, called da maturity period, at a pre-determined rate"

Younglings seem confused as to what Ugohr means, but that's an introductory remark where the whole concept of the bond is explained to those in attendance. If the younglings were confused now, they will only get more confused later, but he did not assume that the audience actually knew what bonds were in the first place. Which is usually good practice for guest lectures addressed to the general public. The Seltos local attendees were, most of the time, neophytes in that matter and expect to actually learn something. But he will not talk about the different classes of bonds just yet, not about the various relationships between certain types of bonds and their prices or yields, even though he will enter the thick of it amid a nervous audience.

 

[Ben Carlin]

Location: Deep Space, Near Lohopa II
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] | [member="Craig Bowler"] | [member="Rogue"] Squadron | [member="Wraith"] Squadron
Objective: Coming Back
Post: 3

Finally he had regained control and pulled his way up to the spot designated and started to sigh before they started engaging the pilots. He started dancing around the blaster fire trying not to get hit by the blaster fire. When Asmus' voice crackled over the comms he looked to were had been designated and aimed his blasters and started letting loose. His four blasters on each point of his fighter lit up red as he started to hail blaster fire onto the loose fighter. He saw the ship dodge the fire and started to shoot in spots where he would get hit if he tried to dodge, attempting to provide a cover of fire that the enemy fighter couldn't escape from.

"Woooo EH! Hot dang this gonna be a great fight!"

Ben yelled over his comms as he began to stop his tunnel vision and start checking around him, making sure that the pirate's formation didn't change to much as he focused on the enemy fighter, watching them with his eyes and also on his radar making sure that he didn't miss anything.

 

[Naomi Carolina]

[member="Ben Carlin"]
[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Adder"]

Jay Wilson piped up over the squad comms. "Yeah and if you miss, I'll have my guns ready. Freckles, I swear. No more music picks."

Naomi's face scrunched up. "What?! It's contemporary folk! JEEZE guys. Adder is obviously my favorite." She snorted, fingers tight around the controls. Sensors lit-up in front and she dipped starboard. Stomach pressed against her throat and a loopy-grin plastered itself over her face. Never got old.

"Inbound. Going after the one at two o'clock. Engaging."

Bright-fire lit up the darkness of space as it lanced out from her wings.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Craig Bowler"]
Flight Officer [member="Adder"]
Flight Officer [member="Naomi Carolina"]
[member="Garven Antillies"] [member="Laira Vereen"]
Rogue One/CO – Squadron Leader [member="Alyce Hawke"]
Rogue Two/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls”
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Ben Carlin"]
Rogue Four – Flight Officer [member="Dex Bastion"]
Rogue Five – Flight Officer [member="Cale Gunderson"]
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Devyn Lynton"]
Rogue Ten – Fight Officer [member="Arix Askrima"]
Rogue Twelve – Lieutenant [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie”

Rogue Squadron and any others joining in would have to look after themselves​ now. Asmus' attention span only considered the broader picture outside of his flight. The trio ahead of him moved to engage, coordinating amongst themselves.

"Those two words don't go together," he managed to say as gentle movements of the stick took him closer to his quarry. At least Carlin was sounding enthusiastic right now.

It was all about mental capacity. How much could he juggle and churn at the same time. When he'd started out he had thought one move ahead, now perhaps four or five. He reacted without conscious though to his targets movements, leaving them no room to maneuver without firing a shot.

As he pulled the trigger and unleashed a stream of fire he was already onto the next move. He pulled up hard as the Headhunter exploded and thumbed the controls to push for missile lock on a small freighter from underneath.

 

[Hazel Zanteres]

Location: Seltos, Sommin City
Objective: (A) The Rot
Allies: [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Darryl Montreux"] | [member="Oros"]
Post: 2

It didn't take long for them to get permission to land, given the fact the City of Sommin had called for their help. If anything, they were surprised the Sacred Lotus had been so quick to arrive. Hazel had chuckled, and informed them that had simply been informed of their plight before their message had reached them. Nonetheless, the SLV Satori made its descent into one of the city's ports, while the SLV Unity headed off to help with the other objective.

"Patch me into the intercom." Hazel ordered, giving the communication officer a few seconds to do so. "This is Doctor Zanteres, we have landed in Sommin City. If you have not already, please collect your equipment and meet up with your designated groups in the hangar. We shall be departing once everyone is ready. Thank you."

The Hapan sighed once the commlink was disconnected. There was a significant weight on her shoulders with the fact she was essentially leading the Order while they were on Seltos.

Just please, don't be another Hoylin...

It was all she could wish for at this point.

As she walked across the length of the bridge, heading towards the exit she called back to the crew. "And someone get a message to Kismet, inform her that we're arrived and ask if she has any ideas on where we should start looking." In the meantime, the Hapan was going to get prepared herself and have a little chat with the Order members before they all disembarked from the ship.

 

[Zef Halo]

SELTOS
SOMMIN CITY
THE ROT

Post 2.

The vendor was slowly being encroached by more of the lower class people who were far more desperate and ignorant of what was going on. The perfect customer base for Darryl's faux business to bloom.

"Thank you! Come back if you need anymore! Very happy to help!" Darryl was spewing lies upon lies as he sold the fake product that could do nothing against the disease although it had been branded as 'the only cure available in the galaxy'.

He'd heard rumors of Jedi coming down to resolve the outbreak, so the con artist felt a little less guilty. The Jedi were gonna fix it, they always did.

Nothing wrong with Darryl making some money while that happened, right?

Nonetheless, he hoped they didn't pass through here.

[member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Nora Lithos"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | @Zark | [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Oros"]​

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: A Temple Raised
Loation: Seltos
Allies: GA and friends
Post: 9/25

"Investment-grade bonds are lower-risk dan speculative bonds; theysa have lower yields but have less risk of yousa losing all yoursa money"

"You told us about the benefits of investment-grade bonds over speculative bonds, but what exactly makes the difference between the two?" a youngling asked.

"For example, da economic outlook of itsa issuer, da ability of da issuer to repay, itsa existing debt load, itsa credit history..."

And then came the more detailed part: economic outlook is more important when the maturity period is longer, and even then a better economic outlook can lower the yield in exchange for a much safer bet. The ability of the issuer to repay is self-explanatory, and much like individuals with poorer credit history would be having to deal with higher interest rates. Also, usually, a history of high debt loads or low liquidities is not always good, and also forces one to borrow at higher interest rates. In short, it's much like an individual's credit rating. With that said, a few case studies were presented to showcase each of those factors for the attendees to learn about.

 

[Jada Raxis]

Lohopa II- Bars
OBJ: Find the Tunnel Snakes HQ
Post 1

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Jada sometimes wondered if she'd missed her calling as a Dark Jedi or Sith. Most of her life she'd fought, hand to hand, weapon to weapon or to simply just survive. She bore the Raxis name forwards which depending on who you asked got a different reaction. Her distant family was revered and hated all around.

As she drew her cloak closer and stepped into the bar her Silver eyes swept the place left to right. Echani never named themselves, they went on how people fought to determine who as who. It was why reading body language and expression was a great trait of hers. There was your normal folk and then those that could spot a bad apple a mile away.

The place was dull and dingy. Low hung lights, rusty steel tables. She had already surmised by the dozen or so swoop bikes parked out front that this was frequented by bikers, rather than common folk. Why was she even here?

Because finding a plague source seemed mighty boring, and she could use a good fight.

The Black cloaked woman pulled a stool out with her, careful not draw attention and slapped a couple platinum down. They did better than credits with the fringe element.

"Two ales. Corellian if ya got it."

"Two?"

Her silver eyes flashed.

"Did I stutter sir?"

"No no."

The barkeep cocked his head and slid two of them across. She grabbed one, downing it. Jedi might have been forbidden to drink, but she was not the average Jedi. As a Justicar sometimes she had to stoop to the level so to speak, to get in with the crowd. Like a Jedi undercover.

Next order of business, find a drunkard, and get him sauced. To which was an easy answer in the form of a Black vested biker with a giant Mythosaur on his cut.

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Mando Maybe​

She decided to find out.

"Oya." She said, coming up beside him and offering her cup.

"Suc'cuy?"

"Suc'uy, you know the Mandoa eh?"

"A little."

"What Clan?"

She lied here, only knowing that some of her family had actually adopted the culture. She'd never met them though.

"Raxis."

PFFFFT

Ale spewed across the bar. She raised an eyebrow and slipped a hand into her hidden compartment, cradling her double edged silver hilt. The man doubled over and then came back up.

"Y'know most of em were declared Dar'Manda ya?"

"Which makes you???"

"You tryna to say somethin' girl."

"Only that I know for a fact the Mandalor called a bunch of Clans back. Why aren't you there?"

"Cuz our Clan runs this rock now. Well we did, till those damn Snakes came in."

That was her in. She pulled out a chair, ordered two more drinks and slid one his way.

"Snakes huh? Why don't you tell me all about them. But first where's my manners. Names Jada Raxis, nice to meet you???"

"Carlin, Carlin Ordo."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: Stake Your Claim
Post: 2

"Our initial offer would be three million credits, per quarter, to supply Aurora Industries with a constant stream of doonium for our starship production projects," Taeli said, placing the datapad with the offer on the desk between her and the mine administrator. The administrator looked over the datapad, grabbing his own and typing off several messages to the other decision makers in the company. It wasn't a bad offer to start off with, and Taeli had a few sweeteners she planned to add in if needed.

She was hoping to get this done quickly though, she had other business she wanted to go about on Lohopa II besides securing another source of resources for her company.

"We would like to counter for five million per quarter, Master Raaf," the admin replied, setting the datapad with the offer down for her to peruse. "It's a nice offer, but we do have other contracts that need filled, including to the Alliance."

 

[Justinian Atreides]

[member="Ben Carlin"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]

His own drop into the star-studded ink was punctuated by a hearty whoop. No greater high than being dropped right into the thick of it.

"Just wait 'til you meet a well-trained target!" he quipped to Ben's excitement, nudging shy of some hostile fire and returning his own at a small, uppity skiff, as he passed it, did a yooie, and took the small craft from behind. "The threat of death from that rush? Man."

Justin wasn't new to this, at least not to piloting, but for all unfamiliar faces, he might as well have been. It was no matter. His sister, his little nieces, were worth more than all the camaraderie. His nose returned to the right direction, and he singled out another target. Bigger by much, but that ain't no thing, with your fellow Rogues alongside. "Y'know, long as you don't think too hard about it."

There was always that, and that was where he came in.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Craig Bowler"] Flight Officer [member="Adder"] [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Garven Antillies"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls” [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Devyn Lynton"] [member="Arix Askrima"] [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie” [member="Justinian Atreides"]

Several warnings flashed on his console as the freighter's systems started scanning him on his approach. It heralded the freighter's squad lasers swivelling about. It seemed he wasn't going to catch her unawares by coming in from underneath. He pulled away and abandoned his initial run, a stream of laser fire following him on a tight arc. Several bolts grazed the shields. He had to keep moving now; if the quad laser got a bead on him it could cut his entire ship in two.

His eyes glanced at the display. The pirates were scattering now, taking an "every man or woman for themselves" approach to the battle. By contract Rogues were working well in their small units to break them into manageable chunks.

Asmus came around, putting himself right on the periphery of the gunner's firing angles. He imagined being that gunner, peering over the controls to try and get a clean shot. Asmus pulled up and was immediately fired at. He dropped his nose, angled under the stream of fire and prepared to dumbfire his missile.

 

[Kairon Rees]

Lohopa II- Bars
OBJ: Find the Tunnel Snakes HQ
Post 1


[member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Jada Raxis"]

Kairon didn't look out of place at the bar at all. Because he wasn't. Whilst his nephew [member="Asmus Janes"] was off playing space jock hero once again, Kairon had turned up with some of his old crew to do the Alliance a minor favour. Whilst spice wasn't on his usual manifest for shipping he knew how to reach out to pick up cargo. Jarrick, his second in command and ex-eriadu marine was sat next time him. He knew his trade and was handy in a firefight but was hardly a sabacc player. He kept running his hand over his closely shaven head, a clear giveaway that he was nervous.

"So they'll talk?" Jarrick asked.

"'course they will."

"And the others?" Jarrick asked. Clearly he was asking about the other Alliance operatives on the world. They were all trying to pin down the location of the gang's leaders and would likely converge on whoever got to the first.

"They'll come if they need. Oh what's that?" Kairon turned on his stool to see the circle forming around Drast. "Let's go have a look."

 

[Anarya Drast]

Location: Lohopa II
Objective: We Are Tunnel Snakes (Eventually)
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Kairon Rees"], [member="Jada Raxis"]
Enemies: Tunnel snakes
Posts: 3

Speed was the only advantage Anarya held, and she intended to hold onto that for as long as she could. The figure aiding her seemed friendly enough, but she didn't feel like trusting her life and safety into that. As the droid took the man's punch, the half blood studied the crowd, her eyes closed as she focused on the Force. It called out the threat to her, and she saw it now; One of the approaching men had a vibro-knife up his sleeve. Her lips pursed tight. As he approached the front, his hand went to his sleeve. Shaking her head, she reached inside her coat. "I don't suppose me buying you all a round would convince you to leave me alone?" There was a laugh from one of the men, and she sighed, her hand working on something in her coat.

"No, little missy, it's not that simple, see." One of the men, who held a metal pipe in his hand, spoke as he stepped through the crowded thong. "Your big friend here's gone and hurt one of our own." He slapped the metal rod into his hand, clearly trying to intimidate her. Whatever she was trying to do under the coat, she was done now. Her hand wrapped around cold metal. "So now, we gotta teach ya a lesson in respect."

A small laugh escaped her lips, the almost jovial noise drawing a confused glare from the man. "Respect? You're the ones trying to beat up someone half your height." Pulling the hand from her coat, she lowered herself into a crouch. The button beneath her thumb waited to be depressed, but she held back. She wouldn't escalate it until he swung.

His arm raised above him, a telegraphed blow to come down on her head and shoulders. The woman pivoted, stepping aside just enough to let the pipe fly past her. She swung her fist into his face, aiming to disable him before he could cause serious harm. Fire shot down her arm. She's struck wrong, and now her hand was wracked with pain, she pulled it away as he staggered back, reeling more from shock than anything. Shaking her hand, trying to get it to stop hurting, she fought back the pain the distractions. Focus. Eye of the storm. The man growled, swinging at her head. She ducked the blow, feeling the wind over her head. She didn't want to try and keep this up. Who knew when her luck would run out. Still, she rose further away, trying to maintain as much distance as she could without bringing the bystanders under threat.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: A Temple Raised
Loation: Seltos
Allies: GA and friends
Post: 10/25

About 20 minutes later, where Ugohr answered all the questions of the audience about credit ratings and how they affect yield, he was Man did the locals of Seltos have a lot of questions about that area of finance, and Ugohr took care to explain that what goes into an obligor's credit rating may not be applicable to individuals if the obligor is a government (planetary or faction usually). The locals had a lot of questions about credit in general, whereas the younglings seemed to have more questions that are specific to bond yield. Now Ugohr was a little concerned about the next part of the lecture, which was to be, hopefully, the last one.

"Now, wesa enter da next topic: what affecten bond prices"

"How do bond yield enter the equation of bond prices?" an attendee asked.

"If da credit rating improves, a bond's price will tend to increase, too. But also duey additional factors somebody has to looky for, are inflation and da yield of what bonds yousa own compared to what new emissions there-sa on da market yield"

 

[Adder]

Wraith Squadron: [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"]
Rogue Squadron: [member="Alyce Hawke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] “Smalls” | [member="Ben Carlin"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Owen Holst"] “Pie” | [member="Justinian Atreides"]

Naomi's face scrunched up. "What?! It's contemporary folk! JEEZE guys. Adder is obviously my favorite." She snorted, fingers tight around the controls. Sensors lit-up in front and she dipped starboard. Stomach pressed against her throat and a loopy-grin plastered itself over her face. Never got old. "Inbound. Going after the one at two o'clock. Engaging."

Adder grinned at nothing in particular, flitting through space like a supersized mosquito. Just as annoying and as hard to catch, too.

“Got your six, Wraith Four. Nothing wrong with some music if we're gonna dance.”

With the dip of a head, her ship reacted. The Phantom Limb dropped like a block of duracrete, rolling mid-descent as its back-weight worked to align her sights with the belly of the pirate frigate.

She re-engaged her thrusters, hovering there for a precious second as she locked onto the ship, then – bang. Squeezing the figurative trigger, Adder sent a proton torpedo right at its gut.

In the next moment, she was already darting away, utilizing an erratic flight pattern to confuse the targeting system.

 

[Naomi Carolina]

[member="Adder"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

"Whoop!" The teen hollered into the headset. Grits, her BB8 unit warbled. "Nice shot, Seven." And like an angry beehive, a swarm of pirate fighters came at them. All a hodgepodge. Much like that of Wraith Squadron.

"Incoming."

Stealth wings split as her laser canon came online. Lining up the shots, she fired at one incoming bogey. A connecting shot hit the pirate's wing and their ship spun out of control, slamming into another creating a brilliant explosion. Grits tooted.

"I'm not showing off!"

Red warning lights flashed in her cockpit as an enemy fighter got a lock. Quick reflexes shoved the nose of her fighter into a steep dive and double barrel roll. "Chit. Got a persistent one on my tail, Seven. Can you get a read?" Canon-fire lanced an inch from hitting her port-wing.

Teeth grit.