Is that a moon?

[Dax Vizsla]

Get creative. What sort of reply was that, how was he supposed to get creative with a tractor beam. But the next moment the answer presented itself to him as a chunk of debris thrown out by the earlier explosion lazily drifted past his view on the control panel. With no spark of imagination arriving as an alternative, he activated the tractor beam and as Burkhart maneuvered the ship Dax did his best to try and grab pieces of debris and gently tug them towards the ship. But as the ship was flying at speed and Dax was only activating the tractor beam in short bursts, the debris ended up moving towards where the ship was instead of where it would be. Hopefully directly into the path of the ships coming in behind them.

That was when he noticed something else, the body of one of the sith that had been sucked out into space. Turning te beam towards it, he began working on trying to grab hold of the body and pull it in.

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[Harrison Fletch]

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Harrison watched as the hanger doors closed, and the smaller doors opened. Harrison breathed in and out. He heard another room open, and saw three heavily armed men approach him, immediately opening fire on him. Harrison yelped in surprise, a bolt caught him in the chest, pushing him to the ground. The other bolts flew harmlessly over him. Harrison's chest armor had protected him, but he wouldn't be able to take another shot to the chest. Harrison quickly scrambled, and ran into the maintenance room. Harrison quickly ran to the controls and keyed in a few numbers, closing the door. Harrison then shot the controls, short circuiting the electronics, thus locking the doors, and locking himself inside. Harrison then walked around looking for a means of escape. Harrison saw a ventilation shaft on the ceiling. In every room, there was a shaft in case of a fire or an emergency to fliter the air. The shaft would be able to hold one person crawling. Harrison yelled out, trying one last time to reason. "HEY! I know this doesn't look good, but i'm a Imperial Intelligence Agent. I'm on a case to infiltrate the Old Empire. Search me up on the data base. My name is Harrison Fletch. My mission is currently classified! You can't kill me without a trial! I'm working on a misssssion!!!!" With that said, Harrison pushed several crates in the middle of the room, and climbed up, with a tool found laying on a bench, he opened the hatch, and climbed in.
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[System Defense Force]

Arcturus was still in the control room, slouching in his chair as he witnessed on the surveillance feeds how quickly one's luck can indeed run out. The treasonous agent crumbled down the ground as enough blast bolts hit him in order to send him to the ground. And he wasn't getting up. The Imperial Marines moved in, and after checking the body, it turns out that he isn't dead yet, somehow. Just unconscious. "Sir, he's still alive but he's out, what should we do with him?" Defiant commed over to the Imperial Director. The Imperial Director though by all rights he should be dead for such acts.

But... Arcturus remembered he that he himself is not some savage from the Old Empire with space magic and a laser sword who challenge each other to barbaric duels to the death over petty powerstruggles. He has more dignity then that. "Take him into custody." he ordered. With that, the marines would then secure the body and then take it to the med bays. In the coming days Harrison would be interrogated for any information he might have about the Old Empire. There would be torture as well.

With reports about the station interior being secured, he would turn his attention to thedogfight in space with the scout ship and the Imperial starfighters. Laser cannon shots have been rung out already. With nothing more he can do from here, Arcturus would have a cigara. Additional back up has yet to arrive, the three front wars with the Old Empire, the Mandalorians, and Galactic Alliance drawing resources from home.

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[System Defense Force]

Jarvis cursed as the scout turned around, jinking and rolling his little interceptor in an attempt to escape the enemy fire. Whoever was in the turret was good; fast as the Vex Fighter was, the gunner seemed to be one step ahead. Eventually, the Gotal's luck and skill ran out. A laser bolt smacked the unshielded interceptor hard in the wing, causing electrical arcs to dance across the controls and the little craft to gun into an involuntary spin. A second struck near the stern, and Jarvis cursed as he heard the drive unit sputter and die. The now inert craft tumbled away.

But it wasn't over.

Two other fighters streaked in at the scout ship, their pilots eager to avenge the humiliation of their flight lead. The approached from either side of the Mandalorian craft, their four combined cannons spitting laser bolts...

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The Morling pilot was barring his teeth, both from the stress and the focus he was giving to the situation. He cut the power to the XXX sublight boosters. They had done their job at getting them away from the hangar and a slight lead on the starfighters and even with a military grade power core he did not want his shields to fail in the last moments because of his own lack of energy. The pilot droid gave a chirp that the coridnates were set he then engaged the hyperdrive. At that point it would not matter how fast he was going in sublight speed. Some of the shots from the two starfighters would still reach the Effervescent. They had been cutting it very close. If a few factors had been different then they all would have returned to being space dust.

The two medium laser cannons from each starfighter would both score a few good hits, lowering the scout ship's down to only twenty percent, probably burning the paint off of some of the ship itself too. But by the time Burkhart looked at that actual percentage they were already inside the blue tunnel of hyperspace. He relaxed in his pilot's chair and went over to the cockpit and once again locked the door. He just wanted to sit in silence and resume smoking his cigara. He would give the drunkards in the ship a good pat on the back later.

♣ EXIT THREAD ♣​

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