Trapped and Wounded

[Mig Gred]

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In a free section of space between the territories of the United Clans of Mandalore and the Silver Jedi Order, the flagship vessel of Clan Gred, a modified MC30c named Keros' Kad, came out of hyperspace behind a small fleet. The fleet was made up of slaver ships: One large sized YV-666 transport escorted by 4 Galactic Civil War era CR90 corvettes. Mig looked from the bridge, already knowing his clans plans. The torpedo cruise would hit the transport with an Ion missile and mop up the corvettes with her turbolasers and laser cannons. Easy. The Alor gave the captain, Elijah Gred, a nod before the order was given.

"Open fire on the corvettes, and ionize that transport!" The call to action was answered with an "Oya" from the gunnery crew, who quickly opened fire. The corvettes didn't stand a chance. The slavers didn't even have time to focus there shields before the smaller vessels were taken one by one, leaving the transport unguarded. An Ion missile soon flew from one of the launch tubes, striking the transport's engines. As easy as expected. The MC30 quickly docked with the transport, allowing Mig to lead a team in. They quickly ran to lower decks, taking out any guards that tried to stop them. A full load of innocent people. These dang slavers. How could this still be a think in the galaxy? As the group led the slaves out of the triple six and into the Kad, Mig got a message from Elijah.

"Alor! Big problem! We have an old Imperial Interdictor-class with five frigates and six corvettes that just left hyperspace. Same marks as slave ships."

"Osik! Get these people on the Kad no...." The two docked vessels soon rocked as the enemy opened fire. The Gred's hurried, getting everyone aboard so that the cruiser could undock and get the heck out of there. Mig ran the last kid into the ship before calling up to the bridge. "Elijah get us outta here!"

"All power to engines and shields. Double rear!" The vessel soon began to break of, but not before a crew member yelled out.

"Shield's taking too many points of fire! We're losing...!" The shielding of the Kad soon went down for just long enough for the slaver ships to pound her two starboard secondary engines, along with damaging the main drive. the cruiser managed to keep enough speed to pull some range, just enough to recharge the shields and keep the enemy's weapons to minimal strength, but they were in trouble. Mig quickly got to bridge and looked at the cruiser's captain.

"Damage report!"

"We lost engines two and three, plus damage to engine one and the rear decks."

"Can we get outta here?"

"Not with that Interdictor. If we turn, they could overwhelm our shields again, and their corvettes cannons could lock any torpedoes we try to fire ahead and have turn into them. These heavies aren't like fighter ordinance."

"Send a distress call."

"But Alor, we're closer to jetii (Jedi) space. I don't think...."

"We don't have a choice. Our hull can't take the pounding those ship can deliver. Open all channels." The bridge crew soon did, and Mig quickly sent out and SOS. "Mayday, mayday! This is the Clan Gred vessel Keros' Kad, of the United Clans of Mandalore. We are under attack by slavers that have us caught in a gravity well, and damaged our engines. We have freed slaves aboard, and can't run. We need assistance from anyone! Mando'ade, jetii... anyone!"

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiNyQD5Yq3E​

Allya was a Mando'ade. It had been a defining part of her personality, culture and life from birth. She had her verd'goten at thirteen, and it was always with her. Most days she was clad head to toe in her beskar'garm. However, in her fifteen years, how many times had her own culture wanted her dead, simply because she could use the force? And how many times had the Mand'alor change? They had formed an Empire rather than being the nomadic type that she was. They had believed they were correct, and anyone who did not bow a knee, and understand they were an empire, who followed an Emperor like Mand'alor wasn't a Mando'ade. They changed the rules, rules that had been part of their culture for thousands of years. Then again, all Allya knew was what she was told.

In the end, politics, desire for power, and posturing brought the CIS, and the Mandalorian Empire to blows over Eshan, and it had broken her heart. She had cried for weeks after, not because of the deaths, but because of how pointless it all had been. How she had to fight her own people. It had been the epitome of pointlessness. She had painstakingly cleaned the fallen's beskar'garm, and returned it to their clans, along with their bodies, so that they could at least have a mass grave on Mandalore. They fought to the end, and should be treated a Mando'ade should. Especially in death.


The Dauntless Adjudant had run deep space training exercise onboard the Wild Mare, a Hellspear-Class Frigate, in SJO space, when the transmission came in. Allya had been taking almost any excuse to spend time in Jedi space. Anyone who knew her, had no doubts as to why. But it also made good training for her troops. She loved them dearly. Many of her clone troopers had taken to learning the Mandalorian ways with her, she was proud of them. And so, it came as no surprise to her forces that in her helmet, the teenager's eyes went wide. Regardless of the past, regardless of anything that happened politically those trapped Mando'ade were vode. When vode were in trouble, you broke the sky to save them if you could. Everything else was irrelevant. They could be about to head into a trap, but it was unimportant. Better to die fighting with honor, than to live in cowardice.

Besides, they had also said the magic word. Slavers. And they were close.

“Make a jump! Insert the coordinates! Quickly!” No one on the bridge questioned her. She had earned that much. The coordinates were calculated, and a small hyperspace jump was initiated. Soon, the frigate reemerged into the fierce battle. It quickly moved towards the injured cruiser. The frigate boldly placed itself in the path of the incoming fire. The ship shuddered with the strikes. “All weapons, fire upon the interdictor. Aim for the shielding around the gravity wells. Those things take a ton of power, if we can overload the shields, and destroy even one of them, we can blow the entire thing sky high, and they know it. Stagger fire, keep the guns firing constantly, it doesn't need to be all at once. Mixed in with the tubolaser fire, a handful of our missiles should be launched. Make it hard for them to tell they are there!”

The frigate was out matched here, however it's powerful guns opened up, and began to blast at the interdictor, hitting where the gravity wells were, in a desperate attempt to get them to turn them off, or to blast through the shields. A general call went out to all SJO and CIS ships of the engagement, requesting assistence. Only after, did a call go to the cruiser. “This is CNS Wild Mare. I am Adjudant Allya Vi'Dreya, of the Confederate forces. We will do all we can to hold them off you and buy you time. If you see an opening to escape, take it, vod.”

[member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

A break, that's all stardust wanted... and for a trip like this simply on her freighter transporting goods to different spaces...yeah this was pretty good. She relaxed within the control room of the ship staring off at hyperspace, some said you'd go mad just looking at it however to stardust it was amazement. Imagining just how many planets, stars, nebulas and ships she could be passing right now

preparing to drop out for cool down maam shouldn't be longer then 20 minutes or so

The ships navigator called out, nodding to him she stood and placed her arms behind her back. What greeted her was not a amazing very or merely just space

Instead it was a full on battle

And her freighter just happened to come out right in the middle of it

evasive maneuvers! Full power to shields now!

Alarms sounded through the ship, the crew scrambling to get into place as the freighter pushed full power to its shields and started away from the fight

maam! Weve got a distress signal!

The comms officer played it, what a damn twist of luck, she watched another ship enter and start engaging the attacking fleet, stardust looked around then to the comms officer

get us a line to alor Gred and the other ship move to get us the hell out of the middle of this and prepare for possible causalities...no doubt clan gred has some...

The comms officer nodded, sending a message out

this is the freighter imahalyans light, put hyperdrive is on cooldown and we are moving to the outskirts of the battle

 

[Maple Harte]

("Stylo" by Gorrillaz plays)

Came in: Scarlet Phantom (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/124563-scarlet-phantom-modified-h-type-nubian-yacht/)


It was not often she took out Ursula's highly fast and experimental Jedi Courier out for a run. She veered between nostalgia and bitterness where her old master was concerned, which was replaced by a profound sorrow on seeing evidence of her demise. Perhaps she had wanted to remember happier times, at least, the memories she were certain were accurate. Skip. The super insects had taken over everything and she was one of the last free civilians, fleeing from remote system to system. Skip. Back to reality. Back to Ursula's ship.

She had simply been cruising through deep space, no destination in particular when her transmitters received the distress call. She had only been in combat with this thing once, and had not been looking for a fight. Maple despised slavers however so it wasn't really a question of whether or not she would show up. It was a question of how many slavers she could feth over. She'd set course for the transmissions from [member="Mig Gred"] and [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] as soon as she got them. Fortunately she had been relatively close, and came out of the hyperspace jump to see Gred's vessel being hit savagely by the slaver vessels. Not one to be undaunted by large numbers, especially when she had laser weapons, Maple gunned the modified H-Type Nubian yacht, its shiny chromium hull a deep blood red that reflected the stars in its crimson glint as it streaked towards the battle at extremely high speed, sending a comm to both.

"CNS Wild Mare, UCM Keros' Kad, this is Maple Harte of the CIS, signaling from the ship headed your way, designation Scarlett Phantom. How can I lend assistance? I'll do whatever I--"

Multiple alarms in the cockpit went off.

"Warning. Starfighters inbound." The computer spoke in a dull electronic tone that completely did not match the dangerous situation.

Maple put on nearby sunglasses, took out a piece of bubble gum and began chewing it. It was her last stick of gum on the ship...she had had a craving for sweets. Mmmm. Minty.

Maple turned on the weapon systems and the hidden laser cannons slid out of hidden recesses on the nose of the craft. She gunned the engines to max speed, trying to rely on instinct to know when to manuever as she got closer to Gred's ship, firing on starfighters looking to harrass any retreat the wounded ship might make. This could be a dangerous risk for a mere bounty hunter to take but hey, it couldn't hurt having the Mandalorian Empire owe you a favor. She'd even wave compensation to be extra nice. Doing things for money could get boring and tiresome after a while.

Besides, she hadn't had a good starfighter battle in a while.

"Warning. Multiple starfighters have acquired lock-on..." the computer announced after she destroyed three interceptors. Maple began the manuevers, a deadly cobra manuever making the stars spin in front of her, though due to the crafts sluggishness, especially at these speeds, meant her shields took a glancing hit as she acquired the interceptors targeting her, red laser bolts firing out of the nose of her craft, lighting the black sea of stars with little orange puffs of brief fire as The Scarlet Phantom's engines gave a silent shriek through airless space, the targetting systems acquiring lock after lock, the interceptors barely able to keep up with her at straightaway flights but in turns found it slightly easier to try and lock on, though Maple's senses of the Force were best active during dog fights, due to the adrenaline rush.

Green eyes coldly targeted each fighter on screen, the force telling her to turn a second or two before a pilot could fire, each twist of her ship blasting away another starfighter in front of her as she kept them away from the wounded Kad, though she had taken three more hits to her shields from more skilled pilots in the process, even as she genuinely began to thin their numbers to buy the mandalorians time to escape. Gods, so many of them had tried to kill her. She'd tried to kill them right back in the past so this was a nice change of pace, as she honestly didn't like killing Mandalorians.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Mandalorians and Jedi, often on opposite ends of fighting, opposite ends of everything really. Yet, they somehow were the direct allies of the Mandalorians now. A unique and sometimes awkward reality, one that also allowed for more trophy collecting of insignificant worms. Not that there were many trophies worth collecting now a days. However, space was fast, and the people within it diverse, and each place was different and unique. Each section of space offered new resources, new sights, and new training areas.

That last reason was the reason why Adenn was here, on the border of Mandalorian and Jedi space with his small fleet. They had training, good training, but the only way to stay good, was to practice often, and well. What better place to train than in the depths of space itself, far from prying eyes, but near enough to slavers that they provided target practice. And practice they did, constantly, and against slavers who had slaves, and those without.

It seemed Clan Mortui weren't the only ones way out here fighting slavers. In that moment, the bridge of the Aegis Eternum received the distress call from [member="Mig Gred"]. While Adenn didn't know the Alor of Gred all that well outside of battle, he had worked with him before, and knew he was good vod. Believing that wholeheartedly, Adenn ordered his fleet to head to the distress call with all haste. As one, the Mors Classemque(Death Fleet) turned towards where the distress beacon came from. It took naught but a moment before the space infront of them ripped open into the familiar view of hyperspace, and the next for them to be gone, headed towards Clan Gred.
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The trip to the distress beacon was short, but in that time much happened. The entire fleet had prepared itself for war, and at the site itself, a battle had erupted. A battle that Clan Mortui was now hell bent on ending, with the blood of slavers. Immediately a report appeared before Adenn, there were several ships, together no match for the fleet Adenn had at his disposal. Grinning maliciously behind his helmet, Adenn looked over the tactical board before him; it showed the battle, the ships, and who was where. Adenn knew the Keros'kad because he saw the beacon coming from it, but the other ships he didn't know.

However, he did recognize the slaver ships for what they were. They were the ones separate from everyone else. Grinning ruthlessly once more, Adenn ordered his ships to attack those ships. Though not with normal weapons, no. Those ships may have slaves on them, so they would opened fire primarily with ion weapons, and weapons to disable the slaver ships for capture. At the same time, fighters and bombers were deployed. They'd be sent out to deal with any enemy fighters the slavers had. Then Adenn turned to the communications officer and told her to send a message on open channels. That message was,
"Ha'yr Mortui cuyir olar at kyr'amur bathas hltimav. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. Oya vod!"(Clan Mortui is here to kill some slavers. Today is a good day for someone else to die.)

With that, the Mors Classemque(Death Fleet) opened fire upon the slaver vessels. They unleashed the hell fire of Mandalorians upon these depraved fools, and they did so deadly and efficiently. Equally as efficient, fighters and bombers flooded from the fleet and headed towards the slavers. They engaged the enemy as they came across them and helped any allies that may be there.

FLEET: Mors Classemque(Death Fleet)

Spoiler

• Kanjiklub Star Deceiver (x3)
• Mandalorian Star Destroyer (x4)
• Hammerhead Destroyer (x2)
• Unicorn-class Heavy Cruiser (x1)

[member="Maple Harte"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Draconis Caesar]

Draconis stared out of the cockpit of the small Muurian transport as it flew through empty space. Draco and his small crew had picked up a distress signal and now they raced towards the fray to help any and all who needed it. Draconis watched as the vast emptiness slowly filled with half a dozen ships in vicious combat. Lasers and ion rounds danced across the black backdrop like small stars as they found intended target or missed completely. Draconis looked to the pilot of the small craft, a Sullustan who had a knack for flying.

"Vacks take us in to this Clan Gred's vessel. We need to treat the wounded and be prepared for any counter boarding action,"

The Sullustan nodded happily.

"Kres na va!"

Vacks cried out and the craft began to pick up speed as it raced towards Gred's flotilla.

Vacks sent a signal requesting permission to board, then began taking evasive maneuvers. Ship alarms began wailing as the craft entered combat and Draconis raced to man the rotary cannons. Racing through the ships innards Draconis passed the crew, other Jedis who accompanied him during his journey to silver space. He climbed the ladder into the cannon and took a seat in the turret. Taking aim he began firing at the pursuing ships. The turrets dual barrels pumping out rounds as he pulled down the trigger.

The ships spun to give Draconis a better shot at a pursuing craft and to avoid an oncoming missile. A bead of sweat began to form on Draco's brow, the turret's bubble was hot and claustrophobic. The craft pursuing them was a slippery one and Draconis had to use all of his attention just to provide enough cover fire to prevent the enemy from gaining a lock. Slowly he managed to vector in the pursuer and fired a salvo of blaster bolts into the craft. It spun haphazardly as it's wing peeled off and the craft went out of control exploding in a inferno of debris and fire.

Draco had no time to celebrate his slight victory as three more craft took up position behind the transport.

"Vacks! I need a better shot!"

Draco howled into the mic and the ship spun to its side giving Draco a good shot on two of the craft. He began pouring out rounds at the two craft and clipped one and forced the other to halt its pursuit. Vacks turned the craft quickly and Draco almost threw up in his mouth at the sudden maneuver as he and the turret bubble ended up on the bottom of the ship. Draconis almost lost his sense of direction and for a split second he began to panic at the quick maneuvering of the craft.

"Cut the fancy basic Vacks! No need for that kind of flying!"

Draco yelled into his mic as he regained his senses.

"Echuta!"

Vacks cursed and Draconis soon saw why.

They were cut off from Gred's vessel by a wall of fighters before them...

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Maple Harte"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Mig Gred]

The Keros' Kad shook under the fire of the frigates and corvettes. The shields may have been holding, but enough fire was coming in to cause the ship to vibrate like crazy. With the freed slaves, Ilik had tried to keep them all calm, helping with anyone who was wounded. Currently though, he was holding a young Zabrak, no older than five or six, who was terrified. He calmly spoke to her, trying to calm the child down. "It's ok adiik (young child). We'll be safe."

Meanwhile, Mig couldn't help but smile as the first vessel, a frigate, jumped in and actually pulled between the cruiser and the slavers. He was more surprised by what the ships commander said. She was a dar'manda from the CIS. [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] . Talk about unexpected assistance, and he felt something else. The Force. Mig was quick to speak up, hitting the comms with relief in his voice. It may have been one ship, but it was better than nothing. "Vod this is Alor Mig Gred. I'll be honest, thought it'd be grey before was happy to hear a Confederate ship was helping. We'll do our best to get out of here, but that Interdictor's gonna keep us here till she's gone." As the Kad kept pulling forward, the Interdictor and one of the frigates slowed. The frigate placed itself between the Wild Mare and it's flagship. The vessel focused it's fire, trying to protect the key ship of this engagement.

Another vessel then jumped in, the freighter Imahalyans Light, which quickly tried to avoid the fight. Elijah quickly responded to the vessel. "Imahalyans Light we read you loud and clear, but none of us are going anywhere while the gravity well i active." Mig could sense the familiar Force signature of [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] on the ship. Dang it. Now he had dragged one of his friends into this. Another ship then jumped in. A Nubian H-Type flown by someone named [member="Maple Harte"] from the CIS, and from Mig's senses she was another Force sensitive. This also pretty clearly wasn't a normal yacht as it began to fire on a group of fighters that had shown up. There wasn't time to answer her before [member="Adenn Kyramud"] jumped in with a fleet.

Mig had seen the vessels on Eshan, but had never seen them fight. From he heard though, they knew what they were doing. Well, they were now using Ion weapons. Maybe they thought the frigates could have slaves on board some of them, but the slavers didn't give in. Some more of the vessels turned to face the new threat, with some of the corvette tried to fly straight into the Mors Classemque. A Murrian transport then jumped in, and quickly asked for permission to dock. There was a different feel to this ship ( [member="Draconis Caesar"] ). So much Force energy. This was a Jedi ship. Permission was given for them to dock, but not before the fighters had blocked their path. Mig looked at Elijah, worried. He then thought of something

"Do we have enough power to fire up the laser cannons?"

"Alor, we need all the power we can spare to recharge the shields."

"And that transport, yacht, and the fighters needs help." The captain of the vessel muttered something under his breath before looking at the gunnery team.

"Get the targeting computer running. Have it target all slaver fighters." The crew quickly got to work as the laser cannon turrets began to come to life. They soon began to open fire on all the enemy fighters that were close enough. "All ships, we have enough spare power to provide some assistance."

 

[Maple Harte]

("BFG Division" by Mick Gordon plays)

Several slaver pilots streaked through the blackness after the crimson bullet that felled one of theirs everytime it made a turn. It was enough just trying to keep up with it on a straight chase...its tremendous speed and jamming technology interfering with most of their attempts to lock on. It was nubian, but nubians didn't mount weapons on their starships as a rule. This was clearly all aftermarket modifications.

And it was deadly. Yachts are sometimes used by high end smugglers to get expensive, risky cargo that needs to be somewhere else in a hurry.

But this had not been modified by a smuggler. Ursula Sandraven had been a master fighter pilot. It had all been customized to wreak havoc on starfighters or jam transmissions or both. And the fact that its pilot was a Force Adept didn't help matters...the pilot seemed to spin out of the way, or turn just when it seemed one of them was about to lock on.

The blood red rocketship dashed ahead and twisted back towards them, shooting down other slaver starfighters that happened to pass by as she closed. They were forced to scatter, corkscrew back behind the enhanced yacht but it had already turned again, its red bolts sheering through one pilot in the squadron. The Leader, using an old, heavily modified Tie Interceptor, cursed as another two disappeared in bursts of orange flame and wreckage. His own alarms screamed a warning as he dived under the vessels sudden spin, barely avoiding being blown to pieces himself. He tried to correct, fighting through the sensor ghosts the crimson craft threw out that kept sabotaging his aim to take a shot that finally got through, doing minor damage to the hull...

"Warning. Hull damage detected." The warning system spoke over the computer. Maple shut off some non-essential systems, pulling up to avoid a torpedo from locking as space went into an end less spiral, clouds of fighters everywhere, though it seemed she was getting back up in the form of other ships with cannons. But no matter what, she refused to leave the vicinity of the Keros' Kad, zipping around its all as she chased the squadron, downing another, closing on the less experienced ones and blasting them apart before they could evade. Nothing like an after-market A-Wing cannon to shred a starfighter, which she did with a doggedness to protect [member="Mig Gred"] and everyone else aboard his ship, the vessel seeming to have a streak of red that orbited it as Maple chased down that now panicking Starfighter leader after killing everyone else on his squadron and soon turned his craft into a burning fireball. But there were a lot of starfighters and Maple knew she could not take them all, so it was a good thing when the Kad's cannons started to hit the others in the vicinity. Maple gunned the engines for all they were worth as she got the transmission...

"Roger, Keros' Kad. And thanks! And if I don't make it back type in my high score for me!" Maple joked, blasting three more with precise bursts.

[member="Draconis Caesar"]

[member="Adenn Kyramud"]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

copy that we are still proceeding to move out of the combat and will attempt to amplify your beacon

Stardust looked around, at first they seemed to pay no mind, racing past the view ports and to the enemy that had chosen to fight strokimg across as lasers city through space firing back and forth.

Howeve that changed, enemy fighters started firing upon her freighter causing it to shake

status!

shields holding! Wait down to 95 percent if we push all power to shielding we should be able to hold out...but we won't be able to escape to the outside of the battle quick enough

Stardust sat at the helm, brow furrowed...looking among her crew she took a deep breath

full powered to forward shielding and push our engines well will ram the bastards out of the way push go!

The ships engines glowed brightly as they started moving quickly, a few fighters getting rammed in the process

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

The fight came quickly to the Mors Classemque, and it came hard. But not so hard as to disrupt the fleet, they knew full well what they were doing. Their fighters and bombers had launched, shooting off into space to attack enemy fighters. In fact, several fighters spotted [member="Draconis Caesar"] ‘s plight, and moved to help the ship out. They charged in almost recklessly, doing their best to give their ally a chance to get to the Gred vessel.

However, that wasn’t the only thing that happened quickly. Adenn noted how the other ships were moving to protect the Gred ship, and saw that the Interdictor was fully functional. That simply wouldn’t do; Adenn made to order his fleet to open fire on the interdictor when some corvettes charged his fleet. Smirking at their stupidity, Adenn gave out several quick orders.
“Turn to heading 287, on our sides. Get us between Gred and the slavers. Hammerhead Destroyers… ram those di’kuts!”

Immediately his orders were carried out, with the ships turning to the heading and making their way between Clan Gred and the slavers. Meanwhile, the two Hammerhead Destroyers turned so as to ram the corvettes in their midst. Picking up speed, the corvettes only had a chance to see the destroyers before they were hit full on the side. At full ramming speed, the Hammerheads were traveling very quickly, and immediately smashes parts of the corvettes off.

The little buggers didn’t know what hit them, instead they blew apart. The Hammerheads simply smashed through the corvettes as if they weren’t there. The two parts of the corvettes split apart from each other; secondary explosions shook the corvettes. Those explosions sent the pieces farther from each other, venting atmosphere and bodies into the cold void.

However, everyone ignored that, instead focusing on the Interdictor and its escorts. All the ships opened up together, firing in tandem towards the Interdictor. This time though, they didn’t only fire with Ion Weapons. They fired almost all of the weapons at their disposal. All of those weapons, missiles, protons torpedos, etc. flung through space and towards the Interdictor. Smiling to himself, Adenn turned back to the communications officer, ordering her to send a message on open channels again.
“Su cuy’gar vod. I believe we have these scum on the backfoot, however, there may be some slaves on those ships. I propose a plan for us all. We go and board those slaver ships, kill the slavers, and free any slaves should there be some. I want to hear your input on this though. It simply wouldn’t do for us to board the ships and end up being shot by erstwhile allies.” He chuckled then, examining the tactical board before him. Then he looked up, awaiting their replies. If they said yes, Adenn would be pleased to lead boarding parties of his own to those ships.

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Maple Harte"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Draconis Caesar"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Mig Gred]

The Kad continued to lay down point defense fire as [member="Maple Harte"] called out with a thank you and a joking request. Elijah couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he tried to figure out what to do.
"No problem, Harte, and if it comes to it well be sure the right people learn your score." The captain then eyed his Alor. "We can't keep this u.... Osik!" As he yelled, the man watched as a fighter shot down by one of [member="Adenn Kyramud"] 's own fighters. The craft slammed into the side of the weaker hull structure, punching a fighter sized hole through it. Mig soon turned to some of the officers.

"Seal off that hole!"

"Yes, Alor."

"And to all you fighters be careful! Our hull's only light armor."

Meanwhile, fighters continued to attack Harte's fighter and Adenn's fighters. The corvettes that had charged the Mandalorian fleet vessels tried to turn. One managed to just slip out of the charge, and began to fire at point blank as its sister ship was rammed.

[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Draconis Caesar"]