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Scenario rules defined here. NPC Player is Samara.
Commander Gideon Pith knew that the holograms around him were little more than a simulation designed to test him. His raised eyebrow covered an eye that peered at every detail - the impeccable and ornately designed holograms seemed lifelike. He had considered the scenario before, reviewing the pamphlet tirelessly over the past two nights. It was a surprise to him that his command would be tested, and by such a seemingly difficult scenario. He judged this to be the idea of some young officer who challenged his intelligence. He took time to consider the strategies necessary to overcome the Imperial foe as he strolled along the holographic deck. He had at his command a single Nebulon-B Frigate, designed more for anti-fighter work than anti-capital. His biggest weakness would be overcoming the Victory Star Destroyer. He had would have a few minutes to capitalize upon the surprise attack before the vessels weaker engines brought it into threatening range. He would need to make the most of that.
Escorting his frigate, a single squadron of X-Wings. It had been his prerogative to choose the type of fighter cover he had, and he had selected X-Wings for their dynamic versatility, though he had taken a moment to consider utilizing bombers instead - they would have perhaps threatened the Victory destroyer and annihilated the freighters and station. But, he realized, he still had the TIE's to consider.
He had chosen to deploy the fighters prior to entering hyperspace, increasing the ability to retard the deployment of TIE's from the starbase itself. He hoped to catch them with their pants down. "Prepare to engage hyperdrive," he remarked calmly, pausing for a moment as the AI processed the command, simulating human delay. "Go."
The ship, and it's escorts, slammed into a wall of light as they entered what seemed like a new realm. With decades of experience behind him, he hardly found anything left to be fascinating about the stars, so he ignored it and instead waiting to see what appeared.
The ship exited hyperspace ridiculously close to the station, the fighters following it close by. Commander Pith grinned as he looked at the display before him, revealing his quarry before him. A plethora of unarmed transports, and a station. He knew the TIE's would begin swarming him soon enough.
"All batteries, fire at will. Increase power to forward deflectors. Engines to half ahead, bring us within range of that station! Electronics suite, use a multispectral jam on enemy communications, I don't want those TIE's coordinating with each other!" he grumbled. "Fighters are free to engage hostile contacts, prioritize enemy fighters undocking from the station and coordinate targets with fire control!"
"What of the freighters, sir?!" an Ensign was programmed to ask.
"God damnit, son," he muttered, refraining himself further. He knew he was being reviewed, and worse, being vulgar to a hologram was just bad form, "just concentrate the turbolasers on knocking out their engines when possible. I'm not here for them, though. This station is my target."
He grumbled, he knew he only had a few minutes to make this work. But, it was the first truly exciting thing he had done in decades. A grin crossed his face as the holographic bridge screen displayed beautiful red blasters sizzling through space.
Commander Gideon Pith knew that the holograms around him were little more than a simulation designed to test him. His raised eyebrow covered an eye that peered at every detail - the impeccable and ornately designed holograms seemed lifelike. He had considered the scenario before, reviewing the pamphlet tirelessly over the past two nights. It was a surprise to him that his command would be tested, and by such a seemingly difficult scenario. He judged this to be the idea of some young officer who challenged his intelligence. He took time to consider the strategies necessary to overcome the Imperial foe as he strolled along the holographic deck. He had at his command a single Nebulon-B Frigate, designed more for anti-fighter work than anti-capital. His biggest weakness would be overcoming the Victory Star Destroyer. He had would have a few minutes to capitalize upon the surprise attack before the vessels weaker engines brought it into threatening range. He would need to make the most of that.
Escorting his frigate, a single squadron of X-Wings. It had been his prerogative to choose the type of fighter cover he had, and he had selected X-Wings for their dynamic versatility, though he had taken a moment to consider utilizing bombers instead - they would have perhaps threatened the Victory destroyer and annihilated the freighters and station. But, he realized, he still had the TIE's to consider.
He had chosen to deploy the fighters prior to entering hyperspace, increasing the ability to retard the deployment of TIE's from the starbase itself. He hoped to catch them with their pants down. "Prepare to engage hyperdrive," he remarked calmly, pausing for a moment as the AI processed the command, simulating human delay. "Go."
The ship, and it's escorts, slammed into a wall of light as they entered what seemed like a new realm. With decades of experience behind him, he hardly found anything left to be fascinating about the stars, so he ignored it and instead waiting to see what appeared.
The ship exited hyperspace ridiculously close to the station, the fighters following it close by. Commander Pith grinned as he looked at the display before him, revealing his quarry before him. A plethora of unarmed transports, and a station. He knew the TIE's would begin swarming him soon enough.
"All batteries, fire at will. Increase power to forward deflectors. Engines to half ahead, bring us within range of that station! Electronics suite, use a multispectral jam on enemy communications, I don't want those TIE's coordinating with each other!" he grumbled. "Fighters are free to engage hostile contacts, prioritize enemy fighters undocking from the station and coordinate targets with fire control!"
"What of the freighters, sir?!" an Ensign was programmed to ask.
"God damnit, son," he muttered, refraining himself further. He knew he was being reviewed, and worse, being vulgar to a hologram was just bad form, "just concentrate the turbolasers on knocking out their engines when possible. I'm not here for them, though. This station is my target."
He grumbled, he knew he only had a few minutes to make this work. But, it was the first truly exciting thing he had done in decades. A grin crossed his face as the holographic bridge screen displayed beautiful red blasters sizzling through space.