The wreckage above Endor

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond and squad had just begun their bombing run when he noticed the corvette beginning to deploy its escape pods. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“It's a trap, pull up!” Desmond shouted into his comms, sweat beading his brow as he yanked downwards on the yoke as hard as he could. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His ship soared upwards just as the corvette exploded. The cockpit was momentarily given new light as the explosion illuminated the interior of his craft. Desmond wiped his brow and let out an audible sigh of relief. He had made it. But, just as soon as Desmond’s relief had come it vanished. He shot forward in his seat and scanned his radar for the other TIE’s. They were all present, but as they took up formation he noticed Ghost’s TIE trailing smoke and sparks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Ghost, report back to Skrilling One for immediate refit and repair,” He ordered sternly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Copy sir,” The clone replied and began to fly back towards the mothership.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As Ghost and squad made their way back towards the ship, a series of lights activated on the Devastator. The engineers had jury rigged the corellian frigate and the skrilling reactor they had brought with them to the Devastator’s own reactor. The behemoth began sucking up power and while it didn't have enough to activate all systems their was enough for life support and the weapons network. Skrillings two and five moved into position and began to use tractor beams to maneuver the Devastator out of the debris field and into a proper firing vector.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond smiled as the Devastator was placed in position. He and the remainder of his squad flew back towards Skrilling one or Admiral Thrael’s ship and docked with Ghost. Desmond removed his pilot’s helmet and marched to the bridge. He regarded the Admiral with an ecstatic grin.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“We’ve done it Admiral! The Devastator is more or less online. Over forty turbo lasers are operational and that is not even counting the heavy cannons! We should force the rebels to surrender, while we have the upper hand!” Desmond said, his eagerness to be under way easily showing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=20.002px][member="Mitth'rae'leios"] [member="Galactic Opposition"][/SIZE]

 

[Progflaw99]

Outer Rim Territories \\ Moddell Sector \\ Endor​

FIV Pursuit \\ Locust-class Torpedo Frigate​

Moddell Sector Patrol Group \\ Patrol Group Tracker​

An amused smirk cracked across the usually impassive Commander's features as the Rear Admiral's voice responded over the comm. Already Gerhard had seen some movement at one of the consoles across the bridge, his eyes darting and the communication fading in his ears. Something was amiss. The abrupt halt in communication was punctuated by his own bridge crew, sounding off their own alarm.

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"Commander, incoming signatures off our starboard bow!"​

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A moment passed.​

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"Sound general quarters, re-align the fleet - pattern three delta." ​

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His voice cut above the sound of console alerts, a bustle of activity erupting across the bridge as the ship was set in motion. The fleet assumed a defensive screen between open space and the salvage and debris field, weapons at the ready. Just outside of range, and as the Rear Admiral's voice rose up again on the comm four signals solidified as they dropped from hyperspace. *Corvettes.* Gerhard thought grimly. It was lucky for the salvage vessels within the shroud of the debris field that Patrol Group Tracker had arrived when they did - those corvettes would have cut a swathe right through the salvage group. By all appearances, that was exactly what was about to happen - at least until the first ship locked on its tractor beams.

"Several ships holding position to the rear, Sheikh Squadron re-assembled. Awaiting your orders Sir."​

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Everything was set, and while it was certainly unconventional, the tractor beam strategy the Imperials had deployed was working. Now it was time for the right hook. In a controlled but rapid manner, Commander Maxim relayed his order, the vessels of Patrol Group Tracker moving in sync with each other as they advanced.

:: Sheikh Squadron, Screen Port. PV1 Port. PV's two and three, Starboard Victor. Pursuit and Tracker, Outside Wing. ::​

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Like a huttball player calling formations, his orders were issued clear and concise. While the crews of the other vessels didn't quite reach the perfection level of the FIV Pursuit, they followed in almost unison. They advanced in a V formation, the two Patrol Vessels leading in the center, each torpedo frigate out wide and slightly behind. As they advanced, the TIE's cut left, supported by one patrol vessel, their objective to get between the two small formations of hostile vessels. Weapons remained silent for the moment, but that could change any second.

:: Understood Rear Admiral Thrael. Moving to engage. Maxim out. ::​

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Quickly, he activated an open channel directed at the vessels that had held position.

:: Unidentified Corvettes. This is Commander Maxim of the First Order Navy. Stand down and prepare to be boarded. If you attempt to flee, you will be destroyed. ::​

@Mith'rae'leios | [member="Galactic Opposition"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]​

 

[GalacticNiv]

"Impossible," one of the bridge crew muttered, a wide eyed stare turning away from their terminal screen. A massive power surge had just been picked up on the scanners, a result of the Devastator's revival. "That thing's operational, Captain!"

Buldos never thought that he would be a starship commander, having spent most of his military career planet-side, as a grunt. He had seen some crazy things in his time, though this definitely took the cake. "We'll deal with the situation at hand, that debris field will cover us for now," he spoke out, voice loud and confident despite everything else that had happened. "All turbolasers, open fire on that salvage frigate."

The salvager was fairly damaged at this point, and Buldos did not believe its shields would hold under the combined pressure of his ship, and the CR90 that accompanied it. Red streaks of energy burst forth from the turbolaser cannons, focused on the frigate's nose, where the shielding was likely to be strained the most, due to the torpedoes that had struck it.

Vash had created some distance between his CR70 and the TIE fighter squad, but had yet to pass the debris field in order to get an opening on the ancient Star Destroyer. Transmissions were shared between all of the rebel vessels, and so the man could not help but worry upon hearing that the Devastator was operational. Perhaps they had miscalculated, and shown up to the site too late.

"Vash, get back to the exit point. We will provide any cover you need, watch out for that First Order patrol." It was Buldos over the comms, it seemed the mission was botched. The Empire's TIEs had pulled back for the time being, and so the CR70 began to curve on its path, fully reversing itself until its approach vector was aligned with the other Corellian vessels.

The blue, ghostly image of [member="Mitth'rae'leios"] flickered, disappearing once the Chiss was done giving his speech. Buldos didn't like what the Admiral had to say, but it was true, in a sense. If they had been able to damage that Star Destroyer before its reactivation, they just might have stood a chance, but things were looking grim for the rebel forces now. The crews prepared for the inevitable jump to hyperspace.

[member="Gerhard Maxim"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]