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The last orders of Captain Kai...
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The blue hyperspace tunnel surrounding Lieutenant Klavine's A-Wing washed his control panels in a light blue hue. He had been familiar with seeing the blue streaking light since he started piloting. He often thought during these quiet moments about after the civil war was over, how he would return to his mother and explain what he had done and if his father would even stand to look at him or turn on him for being a traitor. Those bothering thoughts were often washed away like mud in a river when he entered hyperspace. Away from the politics of it all, he sat alone in the cockpit of his A-Wing awaiting the tunnel to dissipate and the blackness of space dotted with the stars of a tens of thousands of systems full his view.
Klavine looked at his nav-computer he should be leaving hyperspace in a few minutes. He expected to see the Rebel fleet mopping up the imperial ships that stayed to fight it out and either scrapping them or capturing them. What he had seen that day will never be forgotten. The second huge Death Star exploding over Endor and the word that the Emperor and Vader were both on it when it did meant the Empire's days were numbered. Soon he wouldn't have to worry about the politics of it as he would be on the victors side. Then it didn't matter what his father would think as he would have the proof to show him he chose right.
Suddenly a huge lurch shook Klavine's ship as the blue hyperspace tunnel was torn away and his A-Wing swiveled to starboard. The starfields in front of him spun lateral as his ship seemed to be grabbed pulled. To his horror Klavine saw the stars turning sideways suddenly blocked by the huge arrow shaped vessel in front of him. The imperial vessel aligned with large spherical domes on its sides was instantly recognizable. The imperial ship's tracking beams slowly pulled him ever closer from far below it's underbelly towards its main landing bay. Klavine took a half second to realize what was going on before he said audibly “Stang a dragship! Why is it here?!” He furiously started punching up communications channels to try and reach any Alliance friendlies listening “This is Lt. Klavine of Rebel gold group to any within this transmission I'm being captured by an Imperial Interdictor Cruiser at coordinates 851---” But halfway through his distress call a loud “Zzzzzt” came from the com-channel then a loud hissing wail of interference.
Klavine held his ears to his helmet as loud whine burst though his comm channel jamming his transmission. He gritted his teeth as he reach for his fire control and checked his laser batteries seeing they read over half charged. A millisecond later Klavine grabbed his control yoke and flipped off his safety as he started to open up his pair of cannon's the A-Wing was equipped with. He pulled the trigger and watched a the cannons start a pair of yellow green blasts at the massive imperial vessel. Then a second later both cannon's reported power failure, no longer able to fire as power banks were drained. Klavine's face reflected the horror coming over his fire control's data report. “Impossible! It read over half!” Klavine yelled to himself.
As the words escaped his mouth the side of the interdictor cruiser fired blue white shots from an ion cannon hitting his small fighters hull shutting down almost all systems. A moment later a female human's voice crackled through his helmet's comm-link as a forced transmission came in. “This is Commander Faraday of the Imperial Naval vessel Slipstream. You will stand down any further aggressive acts and prepare to be seized and taken prisoner.” The woman's voice sounded very annoyed as the transmission broke off. Klavine looked down at his left hip. He still had a side arm a DL-44 to fight with. Less then a second later he realized with his ship disabled he wasn't going to fight off an entire imperial naval crew. He sat back in his grav couch thinking of how silly it had been to think to try it as the small fighter was enveloped by the massive ship's main cargo hangar. The darkness of Klavine's A-wing cabin was soon washed with the glow of imperial scaffolding lighting and spot lights as he and his ship was locked into place. He unbuckled his blaster from his hip and held it in front of him with a regretful look on his face as he checked it's power pack for use. “Guess, this is it...” He mumbled to himself as the sounds of imperial crewman started moving an adjustable catwalk next to his A-wings cockpit.
Deep in the bowels of crashed Star Destroyer Kumo Lieutenant Sylvon cursed under her breath. She had been traversing the ship with her pair of stormtrooper escorts for hours before reaching their destination, a large bent framed door. She had been the only one small enough to squeeze through the small opening it had near the bottom and now after a few minutes of work using her comm-link's power supply to re-route into the door's system she was almost able to open it. As she sat cross legged on the deck of the darkened room she wondered how the Captain was faring with the rest of the survivors. It was getting later in the day and she knew she was against the clock. The captain wasn't one to wait for a sole crew officer even her. Sylvon clicked her teeth a moment at the thought and sighed before continuing to tinker with the door controls.
Sylvon was in thought a microphone filtered voice called out from the outside of the door. “How goes it?” Crackled the male voice of the Stormtrooper captain said. Sylvon arched one of her eyebrows as she replied back still working on the door control circuits “Almost done it'd be easier if I had one of those headlamps.”. The other stormtrooper's voice spoke with his skull shaped helmets speakered sound “It wouldn't be able to be slid through.”
Lieutenant Sylvon smirked at that response, knowing full well how terrible the appearance these two were trying to keep up was, knowing it was torn into pieces hours ago. She knew she'd be done playing that game in just a moment as she finished splicing the lines together but halted before touching it to her comm-links power circuit. Instead she quietly took out her blaster and adjusted it's settings. After finishing she called out to the pair of stormtroopers on the other side. “I've got it! It may need help being forced when it slides up. I'll tell you when I activate it!” Slyvon yelled from her side of the door. From outside the door one of the stormtrooper's voices crackled in acknowledgment “Sounds good.” Sylvon took the wire from the door controls in between two fingers hovering it over the comm-link power supply in the palm of the same hand. In her other hand her blaster was held upright. “Activating now!” She yelled.
Sylvon took the wire from the door control with two fingers and pulled it to her palm the crack from the power supply being routed into the controls popped and a millisecond later the large door started to raise but it stuttered half way due to the damage. She saw a pair of thick rubber gloved hands reach under the bottom of the door and start to lift it pulling it up high enough to get to waist level before the creaking of the metal started to screech as the damaged section of the door jammed itself in it's location halfway up.
The screeching halted, before the pair of stormtroopers leaned down to go under the now half open door. As the pair came through and stood upright in the darkened room they tracked back and forth with their headlamps shinning illumination on the area but saw no sign of Lieutenant Sylvon. Just the remnants of her small comm-link on the deck and a wire running from the door. The stormtrooper captain knelt down on one knee investigating the circuit and wiring Sylvon had been tinkering with. A second later the stormtrooper Lieutenant's voice cracked through his helmet. “Where is she?” he said before continuing with “Where in the world are we? This isn't where she was leading us.”
The words made the first kneeling stormtrooper turn his headlamp up and shown light on an area with dead monitors built into the wall and beds lined up alongside. Inert droids were frozen next to the walls and beds as if servicing ghosts laying in them. As the stormtrooper captain turned his headlamp to the side he saw containers of different sizes filling the opposite side of the the room adjacent to the beds. A second later the stormtrooper lieutenant turned his lamp towards the beds that the captain had been focusing on “What the?”. “Look out!” shouted the stormtrooper captain.
The stormtrooper captain shouted as a large arc of blue energy engulfed him sending him forward to the floor. The other stormtrooper immediately opened fire into the darkness of the room. A moment later another arc of blue energy hit him from behind sending him falling forward into one of the containers knocking it over spilling out the packets and supplies inside.
Lieutenant Sylvon crawled into the room from behind the pair of unconscious stormtroopers from under the same door they came in through. She had hidden in the shadows until they looked into the room and realized it wasn't the armory, using the distraction to slip behind them. She pulled the pair of men to the beds and started strapping them down as they moaned in their unconscious state. Sylvon gleamed at herself as she whispered in the darkness. “About time to end this charade.” she mumbled to herself.
The sun had set when the work crews finished cleaning out and repairing the tie fighters of Moon squadron that had sank in the sands of Rally Point Alpha. The maintenance techs had rigged up makeshift girders from parts of other craft and supplies found in the shuttles to keep the ties from re-sinking. The total was two ties from Moon squadron and four from Stryfe Squadron. The pilots were five of the six that had their ties being repaired the sixth would take Onyx Lead's slot back to Captain Kai's position.
Lieutenant Vanders sat on a supply crate in the room as he looked over the other five pilots with him. All six of them were sitting on crates or supply containers or in one case standing in front of a darkened holoscreen. They had been ordered to assemble in the Titan dropship's crew prepping area which had now been commandeered by Major Gridon as a command vessel. The other five men were older then he all in their mid to late thirties. He wondered if the other pilots thought him too young and inexperienced to be leading them at this time. Commander Cliner had been killed the day before at Endor so he had yet to even lead his own squadron. Let alone men who didn't know him. The thought sat in Vanders mind until the holo-display lit up in front of the half dozen men and Major Gridon walked into the makeshift area.
The six men shot up from their seats and stood at attention until the Major gave them a wave to sit back down. As they did he turned his back to them and pointed at the screen in front of them.
“Gentlemen, you've been assigned to a search and destroy mission. Recon intelligence has the Rebel ship position here at mark 428.08 on your maps. They were light on fighters as most of their flights were being used on the attack on the Emperors' space station. We expect little to no resistance. Intelligence has the Rebel ship stranded and without power so anti aircraft weapons and standard ship combat tubro lasers should be inoperable. Their may be light ground fire from the survivors but expect it to be light as well. The mission will take place from a high altitude orbit back down into the night side of the planet. The Rebel ship crashed in a semi wooded area near a mountain range as we understand it so their ability to detect attack prior to your engaging will be minimal.”
The Major took a finger and traced a finger over the planets surface up above it and almost a straight drop down into the planets atmosphere on the red circle marking the Rebel ships crash site. Gridon then turned towards the half dozen pilots. “Questions?” He asked. One of the older men in his early to mid forties in the front near the hologram raised a hand. “Yes, Commander Lodd?” Gridon barked. Commander Lodd sat meekly as he asked his question. “Sir, you think a half dozen fighters can finish off the Rebel survivors?” Gridon gave Lodd a half frown as he replied back “The point Commander, isn't to finish them off. The point is to find their position and exact as much damage to them as possible and if their destruction is possible to inflict that amount of necessary damage to them. If after exhausting your laser's power banks on the remnants of the Rebel ship and it has yet to be destroyed or their personnel disbursed or killed then return home for refuel and rearm.”
Commander Lodd simply nodded in agreement at the answer he was given. Lieutenant Vanders thought the plan was very lacking in details and like so many plans Commander Cliner complained about it was more about what the superiors ego could afford to lose rather then the lives the pilots could. Gridon turned from Lodd's direction to face the other five pilots “Any others?” Gridon said giving a slight pause after “Good. Now to your ships. Vander you'll be taking Lead as Banshee One.” The rest are re-designated Banshee for this op. Remember your call signs back to base and Rally point Alpha's callsign is Big Rock.” Gridon finished then turned to the door and walked out of the prepping area heading back into the corridor's of the Titan vessel.
On the bridge of the Riptide Captain Barrax overlooked the dismantling of the bridge's displays and supplies while keeping a skeleton crew available for tactical use. The cannibalizing of Riptide had gone much more smoothly then expected except for the slow drain on the fuel from the planets unique gravity. Barrax looked over the few readouts still coming across his tactical display “Estimated time?” He called over to Lieutenant Tarris “He should be arriving back at Endor within the next half hour sir.” Tarris replied from his station. A second later Specialist Dreisha chimed towards the Captain “Sir, the maintenance crews have readied a command station inside one of the larger caves with heavy moisture.” Barrax turned towards her “Good, lets set up the med crews for the wounded there as well.” Dreisha started to relay the information into her console when Tarris spoke up “Sir I'm getting a message coming in on the secure channel.” Barrix turned back to Tarris and nodded “To my display.” A moment later audio and graphs flashed across the small display in front of Barrax, as he sat and reviewed the information a few moments later he turned off his display then turned towards Dreisha “Estimated time for SPEAR to reach target destination?” Dreisha punched up SPEARS information at her console “Any minute now Captain.” Barrix gave a slight smile to his wide calamari mouth “Good, I need to confirm SPEARS information to what I've received. If it checks out we may have more work then we thought we did.” Dreisha gave a puzzled nod and replied back “Yes... sir.” She knew the secured channel wouldn't reach Alliance ships so it had to be someone here on this planet. Her thought was interrupted by Barrix giving her and Tarris new commands “Now lets get ourselves moving and quickly to the caves.”
5 kilometers above the planet's surface a small A-Wing fighter flies quietly through the night clouds. Lieutenant Aerrel Tritan readied her recon scans for the star destroyer's crash site. Aerrel was in her early thirties and a veteran pilot of the Alliance. As the scopes started to relay information back to her display it gave her readouts similar to what she expected. The scans came back with a huge gouge torn into the grasslands leading to the sea and the Star Destroyer was half sunken in the water of the coastal inlet. She gave a relieved sigh “Ah, there she lay. Dead as a rock.” She said as she swung the A-wing into a half curving turn to better reconnoiter the site.
The Lieutenant's words were very accurate the scopes shown the planet's moonlit ocean slowly pulling out the tide and a large dark area where a huge arrow headed obstruction now obstructed the ocean currents around it. The display swapped from night vision to a thermal scan and the dark arrow headed Imperial ship started to dot with signs of heat inside of it. Some of them slowly moving others stationary. “Hmmm seems there were a few survivors on her. I wonder if any got... out...” She trailed the sentence in her mind as the thermal scan swapped to a retro thermo active scan showing heat remnants of anything moving recently that had stirred the air with enough heat to augment the environment. Normally these thermal trails were much fainter then the true thermal scans so whoever watched them had to look hard to make them out, however what jumped out to the Lieutenant was something even a novice scan tech could make out. The upper hanger of the Star Destroyer had a large thick defined stream of heat that had recently came from it some of it dotted like personnel other parts huge and bulky like equipment or craft. She thought to herself a moment slightly baffled by the readouts “What in the skies, how many did they get off that rig? How in the Force did...” That's when she saw the heat signature trail of a huge column moving north along the coastline. Like the star destroyers upper hanger it had small dots for human signatures but huge bulky streaks for craft, some shorter to the ground others large and tall nearing twenty-three meters. This surprised Aerrel audibly said “They got tons off of it.” A second later she turned to her consoles and started marking data and murmured “The Riptide needs to know.”
Tritan pulled her fighter back high into the clouds and started north along the coastline. Her mind raced with questions about the imperial ship's crew. Where were they now and why would they mobilize so much of their equipment and craft away from their ship. “Did they think we'd try and finish them off?” She thought to herself. Her ships alarms sounded as her long range scanners indicated a massive collection of life forms in the area north of her along the coastline. Tritan pulled her A-Wing higher into the cloud cover to avoid any ground sentries or surveillance that may detect her. Tritan checked her scopes below and saw a large encampment of temporary shelters and make shift tents. The encampment could hold thousands of survivors. Fires dotted the large collection of shelters like hot embers on a smoldering piece of wood. She moved her A-Wing slightly closer to view but couldn't see much of any craft or land equipment. She knew from her previous scans that some of it had made it off the Star Destroyer. She wondered if they had been moved to a different location “They're up to something.” Tritan said aloud. She decided to make sure in case the imperials were moving it against the Riptide's position. Tritan checked her fuel gauges and she seemed to have plenty to do searching and report back. She calculated the best course would be to continue heading north along the coastline. She swung her A-Wing adjacent from the coast line and further out to sea so she could take better observational scans. Her suspicions paid off as few minutes later as her scopes lit up with the signals from imperial hardware moving north. Three AT-AT's four AT-ST's four troop transports and at least a dozen or so smaller craft like speeders and light chariots moving troops north. Then the center of the column of material caught her eye.
“Hmmm, protecting the fighters?” Tritan thought as she touched her screen where the scan had showed a concentrated amount of tie fighters and bombers on portable hangar racks moving at the center of the column she observed over twenty of them. The portable hanger racks reminded her of a mini track wheeled siege machine with a rack with a pair of hangars on top for a Tie fighter to park in. The ties on the racks were able to be moved long distances without having to fly or be powered up and with no home ship in the area for them to return to she understood why they would be needed. She tried to assess the situation in her head “But why so far north?” it puzzled her why they had decided to move their collection point so far from their crash site.
Tritan's question almost answered itself as she heard her scopes signal a large concentration of life forms and material to the northwest. She swung her A-Wing down far beyond the column of imperial hardware trudging along the coastline to find small sandy peninsula on the northwestern edge of the coast. Her scopes illuminated the read outs of massive machinery and tech hardware. She recognized most of it as imperial shuttles and spacecraft. The semi circle of equipment curved away from the grasslands and coast more into the sandy peninsula. At the farthest point of the curve inward a large pyramid shaped ship sat away from the rest. She thought it looked as though the imps were setting up for something but she was puzzled as to what. At this point Tritan looked at her fuel gauge and decided she had scouted enough, she turned her A-Wing to the east and started at best possible speed back to the Riptide. She was just breaking away from the peninsula when she noticed a half dozen signatures moving skyward. She banked her A-Wing to get a better read on the signatures and saw a half dozen Tie Fighters moving up from the semi circle of equipment. She gave a frustrated huff “Just what I didn't need tonight.” She thought. Tritant pulled back hard on her control yoke banking the A-Wing easterly and hitting the acceleration. She half expected to be taking fire from the lead Tie by now she checked her scopes and what she saw made her do a double take. She turned herself around in her cockpit to verify what her sensors were saying was correct. The half dozen ties in fact launched for orbit. Far beyond the cloud cover she had so recently used they were moving into orbit and east. She gave a small smirk across her lips realizing the reason for the tie launches were not in response to her fighter “Hmmm seems we're not the only ones interested in the other.”
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The night fell hard upon the once might Star Destroyer Kumo. Its' once ivory hull burned and twisted. Its decks half sunken into bloody and littered waters. Deep inside the ship few souls remained, fewer still would remain by daybreak. As the tide slipped away from the ship the lower decks slowly emerged from the waves. The moon's pull against the water also lowered the water line of the inlet to a simple wading depth.
The crescent moon's rays fell over the sands of the beach, giving the sands dunes a shimmer to them. When the tide had been pulled out to its furthest point the skittering starts. It comes from the edges of beach where the sand is thin before the shadows are seen roaming across the dunes in small swarms and wading into the shallow tide's water.
The shadows move swiftly over the dunes and even when wading into the water. The shadows moved through the shallow depths to where the lower decks of Kumo were now exposed. The main hangar once flooded now only had a few feet of water near it's base leaving it exposed and open. The dark shadows flowed against the moons light in the water to the main hangar with swift and agile grace. The shadows leaped into the openings and pour into hangar's bays and decks.
The nights cool air from the ocean felt good against the back of Captain Kai's neck. He sat around one of the many fires in the middle Kumo's survivor's encampment. Around the fire Corporal Zaym sat to his right and Vishar sat next to his left. He looked down at his leg, noticing that his side arm was still armed and ready. Though he hoped the planet's hosts would keep their curiosity or their blood thirst at bay enough to allow his people to reach relative safety. He and his small entourage were near the rear of the column of survivors coming from their crashed star destroyer. The sandy beach had started to turn into grassland the more north they traversed with the edges of large forests dotting the horizon even before the sun had set allowing the darkness of night to overtake the large line of imperial personnel to make their way. Around the large fire were dozens of technical crew, support officers, troopers and a few stormtroopers checking in from the perimeter to keep updated. All of them covered in sand and dirt most covered in soot or blood and all of them with a weary look on their faces. Behind them were containers of of different shapes and sizes filled with supplies and tools and anything that could take with them from the Kumo.
Kai looked around at their faces often to remember each of their names. Most of which he had only seen once or twice in the files as they were transferred into Kumo's crew. Now they were more then faces and names on files in a registration. They were the thin veil of protection between each other. Kai gave an inaudible sigh looking beyond the initial pack of people and seeing the squarish outline of a pair of imperial troop transports that some of this group would load onto in a few hours while others would march along side. All of them trying to make it to some imaginary line of safety at the rally point.
He had contemplated using what few shuttles and support craft had managed to make it off Kumo to start a shuttle relay between the column of survivors and the rally point location. But in doing so was asking the rebels for another serving of metal on an already engorged stomach of imperial blood. No, the rally point as an objective is too important to allow the rebels to know about. While this way would be slow and arguably just as dangerous they had a better chance to escape the indigenous life without confrontation. If the rebels found their column and rallying point there would be not need for chances as their fates were surely sealed.
Kai leaned back on his elbow in the grass looking into the fire as he replayed the evenings events in his mind. The ties had nearly all made it to the racks in time a few had to hard land on the sand and took some damage others were dismantled for travel and were being carried in one of the AT-AT's. The rest of the equipment was in tight formation still heading north to Rally Point Alpha with Commander Karamat leading. Kai winced slightly at the thought of hearing Major Gridon's annoying protests when Karamat give's him the orders he relayed and the good Major finds out he is under her command.
The rest of the Kumo's survivors and wounded would camp here until the early morning and then set out as soon as possible. Kai wished they hadn't need to stop at all but too many wounded made them slow and ineffective. The sentries reported every fifteen minutes to give his people time to defend themselves if needed. But only a few I.T.T's and chariots were left with this slowest section of survivors. He had hoped Lt. Sylvon would have reported back by now but with it being so long since her last check in he had to assume the worst that sent her to her death. Kai frowned slightly at the thought and swallowed it as not to let the others see his expression change. He thought of what he asked of her, sending someone to their death for the survival of the rest of the crew was something expected of imperial officers but still he didn't take the loss of a good officer lightly.
Kai looked up at the stars wondering how the rest of the retreat went. The disaster at Endor over a day ago, an ambush that had backfired and sent the Imperial Navy reeling. As the thoughts crossed his mind he noticed Corporal Zaym lean over and held his helmet close to his ear as incoming information was being relayed. Captain Kai waited a moment until the stormtrooper started to lower his hand from his helmet before Kai turned to question him. “What is it?” Kai said in a light almost casual tone. TK1979 turned towards Kai with is dirty skull faced helmet “Sir, Major Araed is reporting in. She should be coming to check in shortly.” Kai gave an half smile and nodded “Good, at least that's some better news then expected.” Corporal Zaym's expression went unseen behind his stormtrooper helmet but gave a slight nod in reply “Yes sir.” As the stoomtrooper finished the order a pair of naval troopers were walking over to the group. One was a light skinned female with her large black mushroomed helmet still on while the other was a dark skinned male with a short short cropped haircut without his helm like his companion. Both looked as the other survivors did with dirt and soot covering their uniforms. As they walked around the fire Kai noticed the sacks over their shoulders as they started handing rations packs out to those that were wanting. Kai took one himself and unwrapped it. The ration itself was a small cylindrical shape in gray wrapping, on the side of it was a small elongated blister of nutrient drink attached to the same wrapper.
Most of the officers and crew who took them opened them and started to munch on them Kai looked at the edible nutrient bar inside. It was a tan in color and extremely dry to the tongue, Kai's mind flashed back to the academy and greedily opening one and taking a huge bite the first time he had saw it after a long day of training and working up his hunger. He spat out the dry brittle pieces that day, a mistake his drill instructor was not going to let him forget for a long time. Today under the night sky and looking at the hungry, worn faces of the survivors of Kumo he chewed it cheerfully to put on the example for his crew to let them see him enjoying possibly their last meal ever.
The others also joined in eating their rations and taking swigs from drink packs attached to the side of each. Corporal Zaym waved off the female naval trooper that offered him a pack and pointed to his utility belt signaling he still had a partial one in it. Vishra winced as he ate his bar and coughed trying to down it. Kai gave a chuckle at the face that he made and finished the rest of his bar in a large chomp and washed it down with the bland nutrient drink. “Karva, private from Phosmai.” Kai shouted out towards the group of survivors on the other side of the fire. A second later a young private wearing a black jumpsuit covered in dirt stood up from his seated position. He was an olive skinned man medium brown hair slightly longer then most with darker highlights. “Sir!” he said loudly towards Kai who was already motioning him to sit back down “You are nephew to Grand Admiral Sigel aren't you?” The young man sat back done and nodded “Great grand nephew, yes sir.” Kai gave him a nod and continued “I've been to Phosmai and met him before.” Kai said leaving the statement slightly open ended. Karva gave a slightly swallow and gave a slight wince to his reply “Sorry Captain, there's not much there. Aside from the ruins of the old shipyards.” Kai gave a light chuckle “Oh I know, but most of the people of the surface were polite and orderly. Sigel however was still quite full of fire and ice.” Karva gave a smile in reply “Yes, he is. The former Grand Admiral, though I believe my cousin Zaq says he still acts like he was in service.” Kai gave a laugh in reply “Of course he does. He was retired for half a dozen years and still strode around the capital dressed in his full whites and kept offices there. I fear and hope that'll be myself someday.” Karva gave a head tilt in a questioning glance “Sir?” he simply asked. Kai gave a smile and nodded back “Resolute to still be that sane of mind when I hit his age and afraid like he I'll never give up an bit.” Kai started laughing as he finished the sentence as did a few of the others around him including Karva. Kai sat up and his legs and looked up at the sky. I hope we all get a chance to he thought.
A moment later Corporal Zaym's posture motioned to his helm as if he was listening and then shot up at attention pulling his E-11 free from it's holster. “What?” Kai said standing up with him. “Contacts made sir, just under 2 kilometers.” Kai pulled his weapon up as the pair of naval officers previously handing out rations ran over to join them. “Rebels?” Kai said almost knowing it was foolish to think it could be them but hoping for a better answer. Zaym shot a quick reply back without turning his skull faced helmet toward him “No sir, the scouts made contact and there was screaming another biker unit is going to intercept.” Kai slapped Zaym on his shoulder to grab his attention “Visual contact only! Tell them!”. Kai shouted. Seconds later Zaym's voice crackled through his microphone “Sir large multi legged creatures was the contact the biker unit lost one of its number trying to get away.” Kai looked at Zaym “Where were the creatures headed?” he asked Zaym tapped the side of his helmet without a voice relaying the inquiry before turning back “Here sir!” Kai gritted his teeth and cursed. “Fine, Vishra!” “Yes sir!” Vishra yelped standing next to Kai, get to the transports and pull out the crowd suppression packs we should have a pair in each. Then get the transports and on either side of the fire roughly 20 meters away. Make sure they can cross their fire lines.” “Right sir.” Vishra ran over to the transports to start relaying the orders to the drivers. “Corporal, get the crowd away from the fire and hike them near the waters edge it may be their only chance for safety and arm as many of them as you can.” Zaym gave a nod and started shouting orders towards the rest of the survivors moving them away form the fire and west into the darkness of night. A few moments later Vishra returned with a stormtrooper each holding a pair of the crowd suppression backpacks. Kai took one as did the pair of naval troopers and the stormtrooper. Kai turned to Vishra “Get into one of the transports to coordinate firing. With any luck their won't be many of them.” “Yes sir.” Vishra replied and ran towards the transport south of the campfire. The pair of naval troopers and the stormtrooper all slid into the shoulder harness' of the suppression packs. The packs themselves were slightly oval in shape with a pair of exhaust thrusters at the bottom to allow short jump bursts if needed. The left control hand of the pack worked the long grappling arm with a four pronged clamp at the end while the right control handle worked a large taser shaft that had the ability to shoot a larger then normal laser bolt if needed. Each control arm had tubes and wires both feeding to and from them into the backpack itself.
The packs were normally for stormtroopers to use on rioters or violent crowds. Controlling crowds with troopers in the packs helped suppress them though the actual combat effectiveness of the packs were limited due to the few shots the laser on the right taser arm could use before its power pack was drained.
“Will this be better then blasters on the indigenous hostiles sir?” The female trooper asked him “Kai turned towards the pair of them “No, but small arms won't do much against them at all. The P.L.R.s with the tie's are racked up near the center of the column so there's no chance of getting them back this far in time either. Small blasters usually just annoy the Viraxen, but the ITT's firepower should hurt them if we can keep them corralled.” The pair of naval troopers looked at each other with worry as Kai finished initializing his pack and testing the clamp and taser arm “Alright, positions!” He barked towards the others.
The flight had been going as planned for Lieutenant Vanders. He was Banshee Lead on this mission. His first as Lead for any squadron Onyx or otherwise. His squad mates on this flight were most of Stryfe and a few Moon squadron remnants. They had launched just under half an hour earlier and were well on their way making their descent from their observation arc. They should be coming up on the Rebel ship within the next few minutes.
Lieutenant Vanders swallowed hard inside his flight helmet. He was possibly the youngest pilot on the Kumo. Now less then a day later of being part of squadron of a fully armed star destroyer he was on a mission to find out if his enemy had the capacity to inflict more damage on his fellow crew and squadron mates.
Vander's thoughts were cut off by the target early warning signal in his Tie's cockpit. He looked over his read outs. It wasn't entirely accurate, the Rebel ship's position was much further up a mountain's slope then originally projected. Vander's blinked as the information came through. He had been on sorties where intelligence on a target had been skewed or in some cases totally wrong. Commander Cliner would often say half the time they went into battle formation the intel they received was probably given by rebel spies it was so bad. Now after the catastrophe at Endor the Lieutenant started to wonder if that joking comment held more weight. Just then a voice crackled through the intercom within Vander's helmet. Lieutenant Lodd's voice came over the speaker “Lead this is Three. We have target identified and marked. Intel really botched this one that thing still has power! Another pilot's voice came over the communicator “There's definitely power inside the lighting is still showing throughout that heap. Order's Lead?” Vander's pondered a half second to remember the name to the voice. It sounded like Banshee 2 was the person asking when Vander's instincts kicked in and he suddenly started speaking into the comm-link. “Banshee's Three, Five and Six swing around twenty degrees to come at them from a different angle. Two and Four fall in formation for an attack run on any remaining ground forces that survived.” Vanders finished as he did the replies came back through his helmet comm-link “Copy Lead” and “Affirmed Lead.” from other pilots of the flight.
Inside the Riptide most of the crew had already moved the majority of their equipment to the cave system just outside the Riptides engines in the mountain range they had crashed against. Captain Barrax was walking from the hangar into the night air. The sun had long set and he was supervising the last of the Riptides personnel and equipment that was salvageable off the vessel when a Mon Calamari crewman came walking towards him. The mon-calamari crewman wore the basic beige uniform and raised a hand towards the captain as he approached “Sir SPEAR is transmitting scout information from their run on the enemy position.” Captain Barrax's wide Calamari mouth smiled “Good lets head over to the command center. There should be data equipment to get at least a partial dump from SPEARS transmissions. We'll also see what status was.”
The pair of Mon Calamari walked through the darkness from the Riptides hull. The remaining power inside of it was only being used to illuminate rooms for extracting equipment for the area around the ship until the unloading was finished. With it mostly completed Captain Barrax expected the power to be shut down shortly except for the flight hangar. As the Captain and the Mon Calamari crewman walked into the large oval shaped cave on the side of the mountain many of the maintenance crewmen and officers inside stood at attention before he waved them back to work.
The command center little more then a large cave with communications and weapons stations for the other areas inside and around the mountain filled with the rest of the Riptide's crew. Barrax understood his situation and knew it may take weeks if not longer for a sizable rescue mission to be planned. The Empire took a massive blow at Endor but the Rebellion's ships couldn't just jump to any system with impunity the way the Empire's ships would. As Barrax walked into the center of the command area Commander Shellis gave him an acknowledging nod.
Barrax stopped in front of a clear data screen with a display reading out a small fighter on it's out edge of sensor range moving towards the Riptide's position. He'd hoped a cave would have been found big enough to house the fighters but the maintenance crews hadn't been able to. So they'll have to use the Riptide's hangar for preps and refuels until one is cut for them. As his thoughts finished the display in front of Barrax lit up in in white lettering signifying the data transfer was already taking place. He reviewed the information as it was coming in and put a webbed hand on his large squid shaped head “Hmmm some of it confirms what FOCI sent. But some of it is disturbing. Do we have a channel to SPEAR yet?” he asked looking back at Shellis “Patching through to SPEAR now sir.” A moment later the mon calamari communications officer Tarris spoke up at their console “SPEAR this is POND do you read?”
Over the static the voice of the human female Lieutenant Tritan came through crackled through. “Affirm POND, snoop and scoot came back with lots more recipes to cook our favorite dishes.” Commander Shellis scanned over the display in front of him as he replied back to the Lieutenant's word “Good to hear SPEAR, we'd like a full report on all the ways the stew was stirred.” he said turning a large calamari mouthed smile towards the Captain. Tritan's voice on the intercom crackled through again as he did “It was stirred oddly POND a few spices were snooping around the kettle, the grocery list is inbound.” Shellis nodded in approval at the message “Excellent SPEAR we'll leave a light on for you.”.
Captain Barrax listened to the exchange between his first officer and the young pilot. He was glad to know the information on the imperial positions would help restructure his own defenses. He was glad that SPEAR had confirmed the information that FOCI had relayed to him earlier. Hearing the spices were snooping meant he knew they were launching a probe or reconnaissance flight to check on them soon. Barrax thought to himself a moment and wondered what odd thing SPEAR had found
Suddenly a Mon Calamari technician turned to Commander Shellis. “Sir! Blue Eight reports enemy targets inbound!” Shellis turned towards the other “WHAT!?” A few short seconds later Tarris spoke up from the communications console “I have them, Enemy fighter signatures confirmed! Bearing 174 at high altitude coming in fast from above.” A second later Shellis turned towards Barrax who nodded approval “It's expected Commander, they're as interested in us as we are them.” “However we should remind them it's not nice to peek at us while we're undressing.” Shellis stood there slightly stunned but remembered the communique Barrax had received from his hidden source earlier. “Ah I see.” Barrax turned towards the communication officer Tarris “Lets get the heavy blasters set up from the mountainside ready! All non essential personnel to get inside cover of the mountain and all remaining umbrella cover to converge on enemy marks!” Tarris was holding the earpiece to the side of his head and shouted a “Yes sir!” as his reply to Barrax. A second or two later Barrax turned to Shellis “Where is Spear re-entering our airspace at?” A quick flash of surprise hit Shellish as he checked the coordinates on the display A second later he replied “SPEAR'S heading will take them right under the enemy signatures!” Barrax gave a quick frown “Patch me through to SPEAR.” Tarris clicked his console a few times and looked up with a defeated look in his large circular eyes “I can't sir, the imps are jammimg!” Barrax stood there with a frown on his face as Shellish turned back towards the Captain with a confused look “Why would they be jamming if they are trying to remain hidden to spy on our position?” After a moment Barrax shook his head and shouted “Those fools! Ready everything! Now!”.
High above the Riptide the half dozen Tie fighters broke into two trio's as three of the ties banked towards the mountain's skyline. The remaining ties streamed straight for the Riptides maintenance and supply area that was finishing packing and moving. Banshee Two's voice came in over the comm-link “Not many on the ground Lead.” Lieutenant Vander's caught himself giving a nod inside the cockpit of his fighter even though it was impossible and impractical as no one could see him do it. It was out of instinct more then anything he thought to himself. A half second later he replied back over the communication channel “Give them a strafing and make sure none of that is usable. Also-” “Sir! Enemy targets coming in .39!” Banshee Four's voice yelped over his own on in the channel. Vander's turned and saw dark specs against the blue black background of the night sky far off in the distance “ Break left! Spread formation and swing them towards the mountains!”
Inside the cockpit of his Koensayr BTL-A4 Y-Wing Commander Vorm frantically raced over his controls setting up attack vectors as he watched a spray of blaster fire from the lead Tie tear into the ground crews “Six this is Lead, your closest get after the main group and keep them off of the ground pounders!” Blue Six's Lieutenant Adax's voice crackled back “On it Lead!”.
Lieutenant Adax's Y-Wing was the closest to the Ties and sped in launching his missiles and opening up his dual lasers. The Ties had superior speed as they turned away from the missiles and sped up into a half curl. None of the volleys landed on the incoming Ties the missiles trailed the first two ties before exploding into the sides of the mountain. Vorm banked his Y-wing as he shouted into the com-chanel “Twelve, they're coming towards you cut left and drop the hammer!” Lieutenant Kradam's voice replied back “On it Lead!”
As the trio of Ties turned from their initial strafe Blue Twelve held back his weapons as he dove in from high and right of the trio making sure his shots would be closer and easier to find their marks. As the Ties cleared the edge of the ravine that the Riptide hung over they turned left directly coming into Blue Twelves sights. Lieutenant Kradam couldn't believe his luck as he watched the Ties in front of him grow closer he opened up his dual lasers and missiles. The pair of missiles hit square on the leading Tie fighter destroying it in a ball of fire. Kradam's lasers hit the edge of one of the other ties sending it smoking as it trailed away from the final imperial fighter.
Inside his cockpit Vander's yelled into his comm-channel “Banshee Two status!” Banshee two reported back quickly over the comm-link “Port panel has major damage it'll go soon, won't be able to hold it!” Vanders cursed and shouted orders into his comm-link as well as he could as his mind raced “Get yourself around the Mountains and back to BIG ROCK!” As he completed the order a spray of laser fire flew just above Vander's cockpit from behind. Vander's gritted his teeth as he corkscrewed down away from the next volley of laser fire.
Lieutenant Adax's spray of laser fire missed the final Tie. He cursed under his breath as he watched it corkscrew away and below him. He tried to turn his Y-Wing to keep up with the roll but the sluggish handling of the Y-Wing wasn't able to compensate for the turn and he had to break away from the roll early. A moment later Vorm's voice broke over his comm-link as he pulled out of the roll “Six pull back! He's too quick for you that close to the deck!” Adax started to reset is position as he replied back to Blue Lead “Moving to regroup with you Le-aaaah...”
Vorm turned behind in his cockpit to see Blue Six explode into a ball of fire as three more Ties poured laser volleys down from above. He turned back around in the cockpit and pulled up on his control yoke testing the limits of the Y-Wing's agility.
Vander's shouted into over the comm-channel “Cut left Squad! Ready for another run!” As he said that Banshee Three, Lieutenant Lodd's voice came over the channel “Negative Lead, we have multiple enemy targets chasing us from the rear.” Vanders gritted his teeth but he didn't have time to argue. Instead he cut his Tie in a hard twisting semi circle and headed back towards Lodd and the other original trio of Tie fighters.
Vorm finished his turn and brought his sights on the new trio of targets that had destroyed Blue Six. Vorm sped down from above the group as he saw the last unharmed Tie from the original trio speeding under the three new targets back towards Riptide. He barked into the comm channel “Blue Twelve keep the group in front of you!” Replying was Lieutenant Draxan in Blue Eight “Trying Lead, they're much faster then us!” Vorm gave an angry look at his monitors as he barked back “Eleven break far right keep raining on them! Herd them back left!” Lieutenant Lisson replied back over the comm channel “On it Lead!” Vorm continued as his reflexes were on edge “Twelve come back around on me and be ready to open up on my order!” Kradam shouted back “Following you Lead!”
The pair of Y-Wings Commander Vorm lead hung a far arcing left half circle from high above the descending Ties who were avoiding the continuous blasts from Blue Eleven's onslaught.
The three Ties pulled a half circle breaking up and left to stay away from volleys from behind and their right. They pulled up as Blue Twelve had just fell in formation with Commander Vorm and were now coming straight at each other. Vorm shouted into his comm at Kradam “Now Twelve! Open up!”
The pair of Y-Wings unleashed their dual blasters and missiles into the trio of Ties. The left Tie's solar panel exploded from the volley of Vorm's fighter. It spun down into the ground and exploded. The center Tie took both of Lt. Kradam's missiles and exploded in a fireball. The third Tie fighter broke for high altitude in a very steep climb before veering back towards the Riptide.
Vanders unleashed a volley of laser blasts across the top of Riptide's hull then spun around to see Banshee Three come out of the explosions behind him. He shouted into his helmet comm-link “Three you've got enemy fighters all over your tail!” Banshee Three Lt. Lodd's terrified voice came back through the comm channel “They got Five and Six! Bottled us into a roll!” Vander's took a half second and shouted back “Break hard left for the Mountain tops!” Lodd turned his Tie fighter hard and fast towards the left making for the mountains just past the great ravine Riptide was perched on. Two of the Y-Wings continued after him while two others following behind continued toward Vanders opening up their lasers.
Vanders grunted as he felt the gravity force pull at him as he did a fast and tight Talon roll corkscrewing around the Y-Wings laser blasts and then broke a hard back down the mountain side below Riptide into the tree tops. The pair of Y-Wings cut hard right to follow him as best they could. Vanders raced his Tie fighter down the mountain buzzing the tree tops so close he could hear the tops snapping against his solar panels. He saw the blasts from behind him continue to hit trees and fly past him as his two pursuers fired relentlessly after. During the chase Vanders flew over a large drop as the mountain's base dipped drastically. Cutting his engines to near nil as he descended deep into the now dipping tree line realizing he had his chance. His engines near cut he was able to do a quick turn and accelerated back around and up the tree tops but below the sight of the Y-Wings who continued sending bolts of laser fire over the tree tops giving him a good measure of where they would appear when he was close enough.
As the Y-Wings came closer to the dip Vanders sped up and as the shadows of the tree line became the Y-Wing silhouette he lined his lasers with the Y-Wings position and opened up sending laser blasts through the underbelly of the Y-wings shields and then as the blasts traced across the rebel fighters fuselage it tore through the shields and blew apart one of it's large engine housings that gave the Y-Wing it's name. The rebel fighter's engine exploded and the fighter fell deep into the tree line exploding.
The Y-Wings companion broke as hard as it could to the up and right. Away from the incoming fire. But by then Lt. Vanders was well on his way back up the tree line to the Riptide.
Lieutenant Lisson broke in over the comm channel “Lead this is Eleven, Eight got smoked hard and went down in the trees. Eyeball is on the way back to Riptide!” Vorm replied back quickly “This one's trying to lose us in the mountain peaks! Twelve Break off and help Eleven!” Kradam's voice came over the channel in reply “Moving out Lead! On my way Lisson!”
Lieutenant Kradam banked his Y-Wing from the mountains peaks and sped back down it towards the Riptide. From the darkened tree tops he could make out the pair of solar panel shaped shadows of the Tie fighter against the moonlight. Kradam opened up his laser blasts from half way up the mountain but the Tie Pilot swerved around them. “This guy is good Lead!” Kradam shouted into the channel.
Just then from the mountain side large blasts of laser fire erupted from a handful of caves towards the tree tops at the Tie Fighter. The Tie pulled up away from its strafe run on Riptide high into the air again. Kradam gave a half smile as he realized the ground batteries were up and assisting as well. “He's going high!” Kradam shouted.
Then a pair of shots came from high across the sky towards the Tie fighter hitting it in the solar panel rocking it. Lieutenant Triton in her A-Wing had arrived to help the rebel defenders. Over the Mon Calamari pilot's headsets they heard her human voice break through. “Blue Lead this is SPEAR offering assistance!” Vorm gave a quick smile as he replied “Much appreciated SPEAR, keep them away from the POND!” Vorm replied as he stalked the remaining Tie through the mountain peaks above the Riptide. He followed until it pulled up over the peak and sped down the mountain side. Racing back towards towards Riptide. Vorm's voice broke through on the comm channel “These guys are relentless! Blue Squad and SPEAR my target it heading for Riptide!” Vorm banked his sluggish Y-Wing back down the mountain and pull himself level high to get a gauge on the Tie fighter's position. Triton's voice came back over the channel “On it Blue Lead!” Then Lisson's “We're waiting on him Lead!”
As the Tie fighter sped towards the Riptide the handful of ground batteries set up by crews on the mountain side lit up the night sky. They traced the fast moving fighter as best they could until finally it dove and strafed one of the ground batteries in what looked like frustration before pulling up for altitude. Vorm broke through the headsets of the remaining rebel fighters “He's going sky ward again SPEAR can you intercept!?” “Easily Lead!” Triton said back.
Just as Lieutenant Triton's A-Wing banked to start moving to intercept the remaining Tie fighter a blast of laser fire hit her A-Wing's shields disabling them. She gritted her teeth as she spoke to herself “What in the!?” Then Lisson's voice came over the channel “That wounded Eyeball came back for more!?” Triton winced and barked into the channel “He's mine Blue Squad! The last one I'll leave for you!” Lisson gave a quick reply “On it SPEAR!”
Lieutenant Vanders knew his damaged solar panel was too far gone to allow a safe return back to base. He wanted to inflict as much damage as he could back at the rebels for what they had done to his squadron this night, for Commander Cliner at Endor, for everything he knew they had done. The A-Wing's shields held against his initial barrage but he had no time nor ability to reposition his Tie for another shot. He turned towards the tree line again but this time was wounded and slower and instead of a sluggish Y-Wing in pursuit a fast A-Wing was chasing after him blasting at him from behind. He realized he wouldn't have a chance head on against his new type of adversary. No he needed to be cunning.
Vanders flew his wounded Tie down into the tree line into the same dip in the trees as before and slowly spun around to await the A-Wing, but the overshooting laser bolts never came to give him a position on where his enemy would emerge from the treeline. Vanders panicked, his ploy was found out he punched the accelerator to speed back up the dip in the trees. As he expected his A-Wing enemy to be raining death from above any second. But instead as he cleared the edge of the dip's tree line expecting to see the mountain range and Riptide's crash site again was horridly greeted by the rivets to an A-Wings fuselage as the A-Wing Pilot had accelerated as they flew close to the tree line dip.
Vanders banked his Tie fighter at the last mili-second smashing his already wounded solar panel into the fuselage underbelly of the A-Wing sending both fighters spinning away in the night like marbles smacking each other and zooming away at different angles.
Vorm's voice broke over the comm channel again “He's moving around to try the mountains again! Twelve come at him from above!” Kradam gave a quick response “ Already ahead of you Lead, sending love letters now!”
Lieutenant Kradam's Y-Wing had stayed high on the mountain range to give support and now found himself the main attraction in this aerial show of combat. He shot a pair of missiles from high on the mountain side above Riptide downward as the final remaining Tie again tried to run for the mountain peaks to escape death. The Tie's pilot either never saw the Y-Wings missiles or didn't register what they were in time as the pair of missiles bulls eyed the Tie's cockpit blowing the entire fighter to bits instantly in a ball of flaming debris. “Good work Twelve! Eleven what happened to SPEAR?” Lisson's voice broke in “Unknown sir! She went skipping after the wounded Tie and now I don't show either on the scopes.” Vorm gave a hard frown and chattered back “Lets get back to base and repaired we'll have recov-teams sent for Eight and SPEAR if they were able to eject and make it to the deck.” A second later Lisson's voice came back through the channel “I hate leaving them out there sir.” Vorm winced “As do I Eleven, but Riptide needs a stable umbrella cover should the Imps try this again. Shellis will make sure to send teams for our people.”.
In the command center Captain Barrax looked over the displays as the combat over head ceased “Status report!” He barked. Shellis turned towards him replying “All enemy targets are destroyed or bugged out Captain. We have possible pilot's on the deck in need of pick up.” Barrax gave a slight nod as he replied “Get to them Commander. Our fighters defended us admirably this night.” Shellish nodded and started sending orders through the headset he held to his face.
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