Among Picaroon Stars

[Irma Kinton]

SOMEWHERE ALONG A HYPERLANE, IN THE OUTER RIM...

Irma Kinton, rodentoid adventuress, sat in the curved bezel of a large view-port, features lit by the swirling tunnel of hyperspace outside. Also visible outside were the other ships of the Laogot Fleet, flying in loose formation. The tableau was something else, although the little Tintinna was not paying it much attention.

"...so we did end up managing to get away, thank the Force, though two of the new fighters were write-offs. The pilots are okay... Tippi got a little cooked on landing, but it could have been much worse. If anyone is watching this after the fact, there's a more formal after-action report that will give you the fine details."

In Irma's lap, a bulky old portable holoprojector was balanced, the grainy, miniature image of another Tintinna in an old-fashioned looking flight suit projected above it. In Irma's hand was a datapad, which she briefly consulted. On it was a centuries-old document, an after-action report filed by an Ossein Jazaq after a battle with the Empire.

"Anyway, we really need to figure out a better way to use starfighters in our raids. Most of our pinnaces just can't stand up to dedicated interceptors, carriers are too vulnerable, and hyperdrive rings... if only there were a way to shoehorn a hyperdrive into a fighter! Would solve so many problems!"

The little figure shook her head.

"We'll work on it, are working on it. In the meantime, end log."

The hologram disappeared, and Irma balanced the datapad against her knees, scrolling through the report.

It was strange to think that, some 500 years before, one of her ancestors had defended the Laogot Fleet much in the way she was doing now. Irma had signed on with the Ossein, along with her friend Tagal, to help defend the fleet as it passed through a region famous for piracy. In return, the Noyon of the fleet had promised to tell Irma where her ancestor, Eice Frex, had gone after the Ossein were finally beaten. However, as a down-payment of sorts - and possibly for more personal reasons, Irma suspected - he had given the young pilot a collection of documents and recordings from Eice's time among the fleet. For the first time, Irma had been able to see her distant ancestor move, and hear her voice.

The things the records contained were fascinating. Through after-action reports and personal logs, Irma was learning how the ancient Ossein had lived, and indeed, how her own ancestor had lived; the parallels to her own life were somewhat surprising, in fact. Eice and Irma shared more than just blood, it seemed, but also common interests and hobbies... it was especially interesting for Irma to hear Eice discuss her technical work. She had even given Irma a few ideas to try, if she ever found the time.

I guess we are related, after all. Irma thought to herself. Still, it's strange to think I have so much in common with someone centuries dead!

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[Tagal Saxon]

Irma had been settling in nicely it seemed.

Tagal was glad she was fitting in so well because he had been a little bit concerned about how the crew would take her sudden appearance. It seemed that more than a few of them were rather enamored with the busty mouse woman. While she wasn't to his tastes, he could understand how space-faring men and women might be very attracted to her on long voyages.

He was pretty sure than a couple of his crewmembers were going to have to cry themselves to sleep when she left their ship on her own adventures and missions. While she was here though they were happy and they were productive so he wasn't about to pull them up for it.

"Get to your ready stations." he ordered the crew as he left the bridge, "Be prepared to come into a hot-zone. Pirates are known to attack when ships are emerging from hyperspace and we'll be doing just that soon."

Moving through the ship, he stopped near Irma, knocking on the wall to get her attention.

"Sorry to interrupt." he told her honestly, "You find out anything interesting?"

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[Irma Kinton]

Irma looked up from the ancient report as Tagal entered the common room, smiling at the human and waving off his apology.

"Don't worry about it!" She said, grinning. "This part is pretty dry, actually... some old after-action reports from the Ossein-Imperial war. I think the Sith call it a 'police action' in their literature."

Swiveling on the view-port bezel, the Tintinna hopped down, tucking her datapad and holoprojector into pockets of her flight suit.

"You don't usually get this perspective in the history books... I didn't know much about the Ossein before I went looking for them. From what my ancestor says in her logs, I'm impressed there were any left for me to find."

Irma glanced back out of the view-port, watching hyperspace glide past, before turning back to Tagal and giving a passable salute.

"So, cap'n! Are we coming to the first course correction? We've been in hyperspace awhile now..."

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[Tagal Saxon]

Old after-action reports... from a conflict almost 500 years old? Well if she found it interesting then he supposed that was fine but he found the entire thing to be dull as dishwater. The facts? They interested him. The actual digging out those facts from historical sources? Bored the hell out of him.

He was the kind of person who would fall asleep within the first five minutes of a documentary... but also be entirely excited about hunting down what was mentioned in said documentary.

"History was never my favorite subject."

Major understatement there.

"Hmm?"

Oh right - the reason why he was here.

"Oh yeah, we're about to come out of hyperspace at one of the intersections they tend to find a lot of traffic on. And you know what traffic means on the space-lanes; pirates. You can either take point calling on my gunners or prep your ship; whichever you prefer."

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[Irma Kinton]

Irma gave a smile at Tagal's response. She knew some of her hobbies were... peculiar, compared to much of the Galactic population; her love for history had manifested at an early age, and was one of the reasons she had become a librarian. The minutia of historical events fascinated her, seeing how all the little details came together to form, say, Xim the Despot's final defeat at Vontor.

That Xim may have left behind a treasure barge that was not accounted for after the battle was just icing on the cake.

"Well, I've never commanded gunnery before... should probably learn to do that." She nodded decisively. "I'll go out in my fighter, in the meantime. I've done that before..."

In all truth, Irma was surprised at how much combat experience she was getting in her little machine. The Galaxy was a dangerous place, as it turned out, and having a ship with guns on it was a prerequisite for life on the fringes.

Strange, Irma thought, that a simple quest to learn her family history had escalated into being a mercenary snubfighter jockey, but here she was.

"I guess I'll go prep my ship... where will you be?"

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[Tagal Saxon]

Yeah he had never really gotten much of a chance to shake off the rust off the gun controls (figuratively speaking of course) but some of his crew knew what they were doing so he would mainly just leave it to them. He was happy enough that they knew what they were doing.

And happy enough that his ship had enough armour and enough firepower to really make up for it if he didn't actually do so well during his first stint as a commander on deck.

"Alright, I'll be leaving any smaller fighters to you then." he told her with a smirk, "Dance with them all pretty like and I'll slug the freighters and the like until they stop moving. Assuming there's actually anyone there to greet us of course."

He shrugged a little bit.

"I'm going to be at the helm." he grimaced, "I'm not great on guns myself but I reckon I can steer well enough and call out targets. Thankfully my crew was experienced before I got them."

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[Irma Kinton]

Irma nodded to Tagal, sketching another salute toward the taller Human.

"The ship will be in capable hands, cap'n!" She said, beaming, and obviously enjoying calling her friend by his title. "The other snubfighter jockeys and I will keep the smaller pirates away, you can count on that!"

She happened to agree with Tagal, of course. If they didn't get any opposition this time out, so much the better. Even so, Irma was prepared to fight for her friends if she had to... and of course there was that one cute engineer's mate in particular who had always been so nice to her, she would hate to see anything happen to him...

She turned toward the door.

"Anyway, I should get prepped! See you in a few!"

Irma jogged in the direction of the ship's small hangar bay, adjusting her baggy flight suit as she went. If the Tintinna had had her way, any ship the size of Tagal's galleon would have a slide from the ready room directly to the cockpits of the starfighters that dressed you in a snazzy skintight flight suit as you went, ala the old Starbirds Are Go! holodrama. Of course there was nothing so high-tech, though Irma had to wonder if such a thing might be possible...

Questions for later, maybe. She thought to herself as she got into a turbolift that would take her to the appropriate deck.

After a little more jogging - and a few appreciative glances from passing crewbeings, which Irma was finally starting to notice - the Tintinna arrived in the galleon's little hangar. A Gorath Janteel could carry four starfighters and a shuttle, and Irma jogged over to her own machine, which was being puttered around by a familiar dome-shaped bibliomech.

"Eider!" Irma called to the droid, waving. "We're launching on a Combat Aerospace Patrol as soon as we drop out of hyperspace! Is everything ready to go?"

The little droid swiveled its cranial turret toward Irma, giving a series of affirmative beeps and whistles as the Tintinna approached. He shifted from foot to foot nervously, however, and Irma gave to droid a pat on the turret as she passed.

"We'll be fine, Eider, chances are there won't be anything to patrol for. Most of these pirate gangs are pushovers, they'll see we have a galleon and some fighters out and figure they shouldn't bother."

ID-3R02, better known as Eider, gave a mournful warble, and then waddled over to the lifter that would draw him up into his socket behind the little dart-shaped starfighter's cockpit. Irma, meanwhile, climbed the ladder up into it, chuckling slightly at her mechanical companion's behavior. She responded to the droid's parting remark.

"You have a bad feeling about everything, Eider!"

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[Tagal Saxon]

Oh yeah sure, he had capable hands.

Sure.

He just hoped that he wasn't about to get himself and all his crew killed in some kind of madness. Because it was usually madness to risk your life on something you had never done before and Tagal Saxon had never fought against pirates, in space, from the bridge of his galleon.

"This will either go really well or really poorly." he predicted, waving her off, "Go on - get yourself ready. I'll see to the men."

Making his way to the bridge, his crew looked at him and Tagal paused for a moment before taking the captain's seat and waving a hand for them to return to their duties.

"Alright, be prepared on those sensors." he commanded one of his men, "Prep for scan of the area as soon as we drop from hyperspace, you understand?"

He received an affirmative.

And then there was no more time to wait because they arrived back into Real Space with a small shudder. He nodded and the scanner started working.

"Prep all weapons." he commanded his team before touching the controls and opening the hanger bay doors, "You're clear for takeoff, Irma."

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[Irma Kinton]

Irma felt the shudder of the galleon dropping out of hyperspace pass through her own small ship, and subsequently through her. The bay doors were open, rimmed the the blue-white glow of a magnetic field that kept in the atmosphere, affording a view of the transition to realspace that the little Tintinna had always enjoyed. Many beings claimed to be unnerved by hyperspace, but Irma never had been, for some reason.

Maybe I've got the genes for it? She thought to herself, running through a pre-flight check. Behind her, Eider warbled an affirmative on his own check, to which Irma flashed a thumbs-up before pulling down the visor of her helmet.

"You're clear for takeoff, Irma."

Irma smiled at Tagal's voice over the comm, flicking a few switches. Her ship lifted on its repulsors, gliding toward the open bay door.

"Roger captain, on my way out."

Irma was one of 4 snubfighters carried by the galleon, the other 3 quickly lifting and trailing after her. Irma's custom TS-1 Sunbolt dropped out of the hangar quickly, taking up a picket position on the edge of the small Ossein fleet, some of which was still emerging out of hyperspace. Irma was pleased to see that they had sent out a few fighters of their own; mostly older models, but it was nice to know that the merchants were relying solely on her and Tagal for their defense.

Though when was the last time some of those things fought, I wonder? Irma thought to herself, eying some of the old pinnaces and 3rd-hand police snubfighters that constituted the Laogot Fleet's own defenses. She looked around, keeping up her own visual scanning, as she commed Tagal. She noted a few medium-sized asteroid drifting not far from the fleet's hyperspace exit point, and eyed them suspiciously.

"All quiet out here... though I don't like the look of all those rocks. How are your scanners looking, cap'n?"

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[Tagal Saxon]

Alright they were here and they were... well they were ahead of the fleet but that was because the fleet wasn't going to make the jump here until they had already confirmed that everything was alright. He looked over the readouts that his crew were sending him and hummed a little bit.

Time to get down to business he supposed.

He tapped the screen.

"Alright Irma, we got some incoming." he reported to her over the coms, "Looks like 6 fighters coming in from port side. Prepare to intercept; we'll break them up with an opening salvo."

He glanced to the man in control of the port-side weaponry.

"Open fire."

Two dual light laser turrets and one dual medium laser turret opened fire on the 6 enemy fighters closing in from the port side. Tagal raised an eyebrow as the attack not only forced them to break formation but also blew one of them up.

"Letting the cat among the pigeons now Irma - take em out."

Spoiler: Dice

Enemy Numbers
Attack on Enemies

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[Irma Kinton]

DICE OUTCOME

Irma raised her eyebrows at Tagal's reply. Kriff, is there really something out there? She thought to herself, shortly before her fighter's own sensors emitted a warning tone, and the Tintinna turned to see a group of six fighters decorated in a gaudy red-and-gold paint scheme that seemed to be the motif of whatever gang they belonged to; Irma did not pretend to be any great expert on such things, so she had no idea which one.

She watched as the galleon's turrets rotated to track the targets, and opened fire. Immediately, one of the enemy ships blossomed into a vibrant explosion after a direct hit, leaving the five survivors to split up their formation. Around Irma, scattered laser bolts began to fly out at the attackers, the Laogot Fleet attempting to add what they could to the defense; sluggish turrets and badly outdated targeting computers didn't seem to count for much, though, and none of them were scoring hits.

Irma's hands tightened on the controls of her little fighter, and and even before Tagal finished speaking, she was angling her craft to attack the incoming pirates.

"Roger that Captain!" She commed. "Going in! Green Squadron, cover me!"

During the early part of the voyage, Irma had organized the other three snubfighter pilots aboard Tagal's galleon into what she called Green Squadron, though in point of fact they were only what was considered a Flight in proper military terminology. Irma, having come up with the idea, had been voted the leader, and she was excited to see just how her "troops" would perform.

In point of fact they were Tagal's "troops," but he hadn't seemed to mind.

"We're right with ya boss!"

Irma grinned, swooping at two of the scattering enemy fighters. She adjust her targeting computer, marking one of them. By all indications, this would be easy.

"Green 3, Green 4! Form up and go after the one on the left! Green 2, on me! We'll take the one on the right!"

There was a chorus of "Affirmatives!" and the flight split into two elements, Irma and Green 2 making up one of them. They bore in on one of the pirates, which just seemed to have noticed them and was turning to try and get out of their way. Irma's finger hovered over the firing stud for her little fighter's guns...

"What the-... Green Leader! Above us!"

Irma made a noise of surprise as she swiveled her head to look up, and saw a 3rd enemy fighter coming at them from out of the light of the system's primary, laser cannons blazing. Both Irma and her wing-mate cursed, the Tintinna rolling, forced to break off her attack in order to avoid the incoming fire. Her wing-mate tried to do the same, but was not as lucky; Irma cursed again as laser bolts lanced through the other figher's wing, screaming into the comm.

"Green 2! Green 2 are you alright?!"

There was cursing over the comm system, and eventually the other fighter straightened out in its flight path, but something was obviously wrong. The pilot spoke as Irma was turning her fighter to try and pick up the attacker who had dived in seemingly out of nowhere.

"I got a little cooked but I'm fine! Something's up with my stabilizer though, need to try and lock it down!"

Irma cursed, shaking her head.

"No, Green 2, you're going back to the ship! Your stabilizer's out, you can't maneuver well like that and I'm not letting you get yourself killed!"

The other pilot cursed, but her machine peeled off back toward the galleon.

"Sorry!"

Irma gritted her teeth, pushing her little machine harder into the maneuver. She was already down a fighter and she hadn't fired a shot yet.

Time to fix that...

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[Tagal Saxon]

Well this was beginning to take shape as a battle but he would be the first to admit that he wasn't all that fond of the shape that it seemed to have assumed! Things weren't going as smoothly as he would have hoped but the sheer weight of fire that the rest of the fleet would bring was helping out he supposed, though their weapons weren't exactly ideal for tracking smaller objects.

It was akin to trying to shoot a small fly out of the air with a scattergun. It might work but it was probably going to take more luck than judgement or skill.

"Gunners - stop trying to hit the enemy directly."

He frowned as he looked at the screens in front of him, quickly highlighting one side of the area.

"Focus fire on this area - we want to try and force them to move in a direction we want. That way Irma can hit them when they can't move more freely."

The gunners nodded and opened fire. The ordinance from the galleon was enough to 'convince' the enemy fighters to avoid going to the port side, keeping them all bunched together and with only the stardboard side to move into. This should give Irma and her fighters a chance to trap them between the weapons of the galleon and the weapons of her fighters.

Hammer and anvil type deal.

Spoiler: Dice

Attack Effectiveness

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[Irma Kinton]

DICE OUTCOME

Irma blinked as Tagal's galleon shifted its guns, three of the turrets beginning to blaze away at what seemed to be empty space. She was a moment from keying her comm system to ask just what in the nine hells her friend was up to, when she realized what he had in mind; she watched as the five enemy fighters were funneled away from the galleon's port side, and saw her opening.

"Green 3 and 4! On me! Focus down that one with the fancy filigree!"

"Copy green leader!"

Irma came in on a T junction with one of the enemy fighters, an FP Pulsar which seemed to have a more ornate paint-scheme than the rest, possibly an officer's machine, or what passed for one among the pirates. Laser bolts from Irma's Sunbolt and the two other machines started chewing into it, and it quickly blossomed into a vibrant fireball.

Nearly even now. The Tintinna thought. "Splash two!" She said out loud into the comm. "Green 3, Green 4, keep on me but stay loose! We've got four more to deal with!"

The Tintinna angled up, her targeting computer's reticle chasing the blip of another target.

"Tagal! Good shooting! Keep it up, you flush 'em out we'll shoot 'em down!"

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[Tagal Saxon]

Well he would be damned - turns out he actually knew what the hell he was doing at this space captaining thing. He was happy that he was some sort of natural (or just very lucky) but he wasn't going to celebrate anytime soon. The only time to celebrate your success was when it was a total success.

When your enemy didn't have any chance of snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.

He tapped the com line even as he keyed up the gunner team again.

"Firing for effect again Irma - danger close. Watch your ears, they might get singed." he turned to his gunners, "Fire for effect again! Crowd them in - box them!"

Once again the galleon fired, almost dangerously close to the dogfight, but once again they managed to scare the enemy fighters into bunching up and avoiding moving to the starboard side entirely. Hopefully Irma would be able to capitalize on this one as well as she had the last.

Spoiler: Dice

Support Roll

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[Irma Kinton]

DICE OUTCOME

Irma bore down on the remaining four enemy fighters, her targeting computer's tracking pulse growing faster and faster as she zeroed in on another bogey. Her teeth were gritted, and she felt... power coursing through her, gathering in her core and seeming to flow out through her fingertips, running through the little fighter. Her senses were alive, sharp as a lightsaber it seemed...

Kriff, there it is again! What is this?!

Before Irma could dwell on it for too long, the targeting computer gave a positive tone. Some instinct told her not to fire at just that instant, though, and she waited a split second...

"Great shot Green Leader!!"

Irma had jammed down on the firing stud, and green bolts of laser energy had lept from the shrouded muzzles of her craft's twin light laser cannons. It had been a short burst, but well timed; the enemy fighter had been in the middle of a swerve to try and break her sensor lock, and the Tintinna's fire had impacted one engine while it was at full burn. The pirate ship flared out, entering a flat spin that would be impossible to correct with one engine out; Irma had watched it go careening into one of its wing-mates, and both craft exploded spectacularly. As if to put icing on the cake, another of the pirates flew through the fireball, coming out the other side more or less intact and flying level for another instant, before its own engines - presumably having ingested debris - began to flare uncontrollably, flames licking out from the seams their faring. The enemy pilot had just enough time - and sense - to punch out before the rest of his craft started to come apart, Irma grinning in satisfaction as a survival capsule inflated around the seat, leaving the pirate to drift helplessly.

"Splash three! Four! Five!" She called out, beaming. "Just one left!"

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[Tagal Saxon]

Just one left eh?

Well there was little that the galleon could really do against a single fighter aside from open fire on it with it's light lasers. The trouble was that Irma and the other fighters were close enough to the sole remaining fighter that it would be risky to actually take a shot at the fighter.

If they missed they would be hitting Irma or one of their other allies.

"Irma you're on your own now." he told her simply over the coms, "I don't dare take a shot when you and the others are so close to the bugger. Bring him down on your own so we can move on with the fleet."

He hoped that Irma had it in her to do away with this fighter without taking any more casualties but he wouldn't hold it against her if she did take more casualties. This was the nature of combat and even though he hated to think about it... combat was often nothing more than numbers for officers and while he stood upon this deck? He was an officer and he had to act like it.

"Godspeed little mouse."

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[Irma Kinton]

DICE OUTCOME

Irma tightened her hands on the controls of her little fighter, tracking the single enemy that was left flying. The pirate was badly outnumbered now, but then Irma and her small force had been too at the start of the engagement. Her targeting computer beeped as it sought a lock-on, but the enemy - an old Model 710, but skillfully piloted - proved too nimble to get a definitive tone.

At Tagal's words over the Comm, Irma hunched forward in her seat, her gaze laser-focused on her opponent.

"Roger that, Captain, this one's mine."

Irma's wing-mates were forced to give her and the remaining pilot a wide berth, both ships weaving and dodging erratically. The red-and-gold starfighter tried several times to get behind the Tintinna's ship, and vice versa; as they fought, Irma began to feel something pushing on the currents of strange energy that were flowing through her and her ship, as if a similar intangible field was radiating from her opponent...

And then, the fateful turn.

Irma half-looped her ship to try once more to get behind her opponent and administer the decisive laser blast, but her eyes widened when she saw that her opponent, at the same time, had tried the same thing. The two snubfighters flew straight at one-another, exhausts flaring; through helmet visor and canopy, Irma could imagine that she was staring straight into her opponent's eyes. Was she imagining it, though?

"Kriff!!"

The two pilots started firing at the same instant. Irma cried out in mingled rage and terror as laser bolts flashed around her cockpit canopy, the little craft shuddering as several found their mark; behind her, Eider, Irma's droid, wailed in merely pure terror as sparks flew in his compartment. The Sunbolt's own cannons spoke, however, a stream of green bolts spattering on the oncoming fighter, though non seemed to find anything critical.

It was only at the very last minute that the two broke off from a collision course, although it was not quite soon enough.

Irma was thrown against her crash harness as the pirate fighter went by, shearing off her ship's horizontal fin in the process. The Sunbolt went into a tumble, alarms screeching in the cockpit and sparks geysering from power conduits and controls. Eider's panicked warble sounded distantly as Irma shook her head, pulling off her helmet to knock at her ears, which were afflicted with a high ringing.

"Kriff... kriff! Did we get 'im?!"

Irma repeated her question twice, unable to even hear herself speak the first time, before she finally heard a response over the comm.

"It's done! It's done! He punched out! Kriff are you okay Green Leader?!"

Irma shook her head, plunking her helmet back onto it and checking the controls. Miraculously, the drive system still showed green, although plenty of red lights glowed across her controls.

"I'm okay! Kriff... yeah, I think I can get back!" She coughed, waving away some smoke that rose from a nearby panel. She keyed the comm for the galleon. "Mission accomplished, Captain! All bogies destroyed..."

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[Tagal Saxon]

Well kark that was intense.

Shaking his head a little bit, Tagal made sure that the coms were wired through to his personal com unit as he left the bridge and started to make his way back down to the hanger. There was no reason to be on the bridge any longer and his crew would doubtlessly alert him if there were any issues.

"Alright Irma, bring it back on in. Hanger is waiting for you."

He switched the com channel so that only himself and Irma were able to speak to each other. No one else was able to hear their conversation as he walked through the corridors of his ship.

"Are you alright?" He asked her quietly, "I know you lost a man back there - it's tough when that happens. Land in the hanger and come with me to the rec area. I'll get you a drink."

But first he would meet her in the hanger.

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[Irma Kinton]

Irma and her droid constantly adjusted the snubfighter's controls, trying to maintain its stability as it limped home. Despite the damage, they were mostly succeeding, and Irma was already agonizing about just where she was supposed to find replacement parts in such a backrocket region.

"Roger Captain, on my way in..."

The Tintinna lined up her approach to the hangar bay, the galleon's tractor beam reaching out to provide extra stability. The adrenaline of battle was starting to ebb, and she felt exhaustion start to wash over her.

"I-I think I'm alright..." She responded to Tagal's private message. "And we all came back alive, even if a little worse for wear... that's what matters. Even so, I'll be happy to have that drink."

Irma's fighter entered the hangar bay, miraculously able to deploy its landing gear and set down normally. She climbed out, turning to look at the starfighter that belonged to Green 2, forced to retire early in the battle. It hadn't fared as well on landing, its gear buckling on one side, but Irma was happy to see that the pilot was standing next to their machine inspecting the damage, apparently unhurt. Neither that craft nor Irma's would be flying again for awhile, but machines could be replaced if need be, people could not.

Behind her, Eider warbled, and Irma turned to see Tagal coming into the hangar bay. She waved to him, a little more tiredly than she would have liked.

"Hello!" She called, with an exhausted but triumphant grin. "It looks like we did it! Thanks for the assist out there..."

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[Tagal Saxon]

Well it seemed that Irma knew more about what had happened out there than he did - he was rather certain that he was just showing his inexperience with commanding from the bridge but no one called him on it, not even Irma, so he just let it go as he approached her, waving back.

Once she was out of her ship, Tagal gestured to the rest of the crew to see to her ship as he wandered on over.

"Hey titch." he declared as he reached her, picking her small frame up and resting her on his left shoulder, "Come on - let's get you some victory booze."

As he carried her out into the corridor he bumped her slightly on his shoulder.

"I can let you get off for some peace and quiet if you'd prefer."

Different people had different approaches to killing and danger after all.

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