[REBEL MISSION] Trade on the Corellian Run

[Hannah]

Trade on the Corellian Run

OOC Thread​

Serra sat in the bridge of the MC20g Mon Calamari Gunship, codenames “The Defiant”. Her mind was racing with various thoughts, and the crew onboard the bridge could easily feel the pressure emanating from their captain. Serra’s hands instinctively raised to her face in a cupped form, allowing Serra’s head to rest in them for just one moment, allowing her to get her bearings.

They had been waiting for the ship to drop out of hyperspace for well over an hour, and Serra was growing anxious.

Serra had excused various members of her crew, allowing them all to take shifts to go in and out of the dining hall, their crew quarters, or anywhere else that they see fit so long as a portion of them always remained on the bridge to help Serra prepare for the transport ship to fall into their ambush.

Their mission was clear, board the ship, retrieve the MandalTech weapons that were on board, and possibly take the ship if possible. A part of Serra believed this mission was suicide, for the ship they were going to board would clearly be guarded with extreme caution- but then again, Serra and her crew had the advantage of surprise, and if they played their cards right then they could take out the crew of the other ship, take the weapons, and be on their way back to meet up with the other Rebels on Rebel Dawn before these Smuggler, or whoever was stowed away on that ship, even knew what hit ‘em.

The thought of hitting the Mandalorians where it hurt made Serra smile. She got to steal what was rightfully the Mandalorians, and bring it back to her fellow Rebels. Serra didn’t like to admit it, but she held a grudge against the Mandalorians after they essentially helped the New Sith Imperium burn the Alliance down to oblivion, and after she was kidnapped by the leader of Clan Skirata. Even though the kidnapping was done so peacefully, it stell laft a lasting impression on the ex-Senator. Then again, the Mandalorians got what was coming to them, and now they're in just as much of a tight spot as the Rebels were.

The woman thought she deserved her revenge, though she couldn’t let that get in the way of the overall standing of the mission. The mission always came first, to her it was common sense, though she still slipped up every once and awhile, but everyone made mistakes, and Serra was entitled to make her own every once and a while, just like everyone else was.

“Captain! There is a ship coming in on our radar,” Serra heard one of the members on the crew call out to her, snapping her out of her daydreams and into the firm grasps of reality.

“Is it them?” Serra responded back, her hand hovering over the button to toggle her intercom on and off, ready to give the order for all troops to man their positions.

“I believe it is,” the man had responded back, his face one big blob of a blank expression as he looked dead into the Captain’s eyes, anticipating how she would react.

Acting on instinct, Serra’s hand pressed down tightly on the button, giving a slight buzz before speaking into her michrophone to transition everyone on the ship into their ‘battle phase.’ “This is your captain, Serra Talorae speaking. The MandalMotors ship is dropping out of hyperspace. All crew members are to return to their stations immediately.” Serra rose up from her seatgracefully making her way to the viewport so that she may observe the ship that was about to fall dead into their trap.

 

[Schwarz]

Gremont was there, onboard of “The Defiant” waiting for the moment that they will begin the interception, in the meantime he was remembering his past, when he had not will to fight anymore, after the fall of the GA. He was feeling like he was without home, without purpose. “But now, I’m the resistance!” it might invaded his mind, “I regained my purpose to live! This mission is my home now, so I will fight with all my strengths, till the end”.

So he looked to a crew member at his side and spoke “Man! What a long trip! I’m hungry for some action!” in a few moments after saying that he heard Serra informing “This is your captain, Serra Talorae speaking. The MandalMotors ship is dropping out of hyperspace. All crew members are to return to their stations immediately.”

“Finally!” he yelled on the corridors “Finally!” he continued on the same tone “Now it’s time to taught them some little lessons!” the other crew member were enthusiastic with the intensity of Gremont, he definitively loves fighting and it was transpiring thru his skin. Then he prepared himself, with his gun and armor, watchful to hear which could be the next command.

 

[Unreliable Genius]

Razira Quinn stood the on vessel's bridge, hands propped on the Tactical console while he leaned over it. After seeing action aboard a MC20g at Manaan, he was familiar with the station and had volunteered to operate it during the pre-boarding space battle, and if all went well, it would be a short one.

Ignoring the chair that was a foot beside him, the Miraluka's ethereal eyes glowed a bit brighter at the announcement that their target had dropped into their trap. Patience, often a rare trait for the ex-Jedi, told him not to count his victory spoils yet. He pressed a series of buttons and turned a group of knobs before his head tilted towards the captain.

"Weapons at full capacity. Awaiting the order to paint the target and fire."

 

[Darth Tak]

He was there, Captain Diadian of Mandaltech. He looked to what seemed like... he couldn't tell who they where but it was definitely an ambush. His eyes opened a bit as he asked if the weapons where on and loaded. Maybe they where friendly. Maybe a coincidence. But they where prepared. His Gungan finger touched a button, making them go slightly faster.

 

[Hannah]

Edit: Sorry! I forgot a NPC was ivolved. I completely skipped you, so I reposted this to fit after yours!



Serra watched the enthusiastic crew prepare for the incoming fight. There were only fifteen of them there, Serra included, so their numbers were stretched. Then again, intelligence had reported that they suspected only a handful of men and women to be on the ship, maybe less so than that of Serra and her crew, at least which was what Serra was hoping for.

“Don’t get too excited boys, we haven’t completed the mission yet,” she said, turning to face the overly enthusiastic men.

Serra turned her head, looking back through the viewport, simply observing the stars in the distance. They looked so peaceful, yet Serra could almost guarantee every last one of them to be ravaged by the Empire. That’s why they were all fighting. That was why there was something to fight for, and Serra would fight until the end to achieve her goal. She would do it for Naboo, and she would do it for every other planet in the galaxy that was currently under oppression thanks to the Empire.

“Thirty seconds until they drop out of hyperspace,” Serra heard a female Mon Calamari shout as she pressed a series of buttons on her datapad, furiously preparing the ship for the oncoming ambush.

“Shields are up and fully functional!” Serra listened to yet another member of her crew, this time a human male, shouting from the back to inform Serra that their defenses were up and running.

“Weapons at full capacity, awaiting the order to paint the target and fire,” Serra listened to Razira speak directly at her. The only reason she knew his name was because he was the only one who had not left her side this entire time, and had waited for the whole hour side by side with her, which was something Serra respected greatly.

“Twenty seconds!” The Mon Calamari spoke up again just after Razira's words had made it to Serra's ears. The Mon Calamari's words echoing in the ship that was now growing quiet.

“Remember Razira, we need to stun the ship. Command wants us to bring it back in if we can, the more supplies the merrier,” Serra reminded Razira, her tone soothing as she walked back to her seat to view the incoming battle.

“Boarding lock ready!” A fourth rebel had called out. “As is the crew who will be boarding!”

“Ten seconds!”

Serra had to remind herself this wouldn’t be an easy fight. If the first squad they were sending in failed, or didn’t make it out alive, then they would have to send in another squad, one which Serra would most likely be a part of, as would almost everyone else on the ship.

“Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…”

Serra’s anxious wait was over. As the Mon Calamari counted down to one, the ship began to shake, and the radar went off the charts, alerting them all that their target had arrived.

The fight had begun.

 

[Schwarz]

Gremont was very excited, however Serra was right, they still need fight to win, so looking to her eyes he asked with the voice in a lower tone to not appear the he was confronting she:

“Well ma’am, you’re right, the fight is upon ahead and we still need fight it, but... I believe in our men, we’re the resistance... Surely we must be cautious, but we need to be filled with a motivated heart that really believe that the victory is ours, we can’t fight doubting if we will succeed or no, the victory is ours ma’am and I will fight for it, please count with me to be in the raid inside the enemy ship”

He continued trying to make himself friendly:

“Also, I was thinking about our strike looking for the cargo, but don’t you think that would be better went in after the bridge and take all the enemy ship? We could make a team focused in find and capture the bridge, what you think ma'am?”.

Gremont believed that was hard to take only the cargo and escape with that, also the General requested that if they could, they also should take the ship. So while he was saying those things, the countdown for interception begun and Gremont was waiting for Serra’s answer regarding his plan of taking the bridge instead of taking time locating the cargo, clearing the way to reach there and then return with the cargo to the ship. He was thinking that if they focused just in take the bridge the attack would be centralized, most powerful and decisive.

So the countdown terminated, the time’s come, now they should act. Gremont was prepared to anything that Serra could request. He was only giving his advice, but would accomplish whatever she decides.

 

[Unreliable Genius]

Raz didn't need to be reminded twice -- the Rebellion needed every ship it could, and another freighter, no doubt with some special features installed considering its ownership by smugglers, couldn't hurt. He offered a nod of acknowledgment towards Serra as she returned to her seat before the tactical console commanded his attention again. As soon as he saw the target ship drop out of hyperspace his fingers were poised to fire the first shot.

"Target acquired, painted ... firing! in three ... two ... one ... "

The ship shook for half a moment as the ion cannons let loose their crippling munitions and Raz waited with the rest of the crew in anticipation during the few seconds the shots took to reach their target.

 

[Cassanova]

Captain Diadian's ship rattled with the successful battering of the MC20's cannons against its shields. CEC freighter, however was built for taking a beating - or at least it had been modified as such. Diadan had been working this route in secret for the better part of several years, so by the time he and his crew had come about and taken their posts in response to the Rebellion's attack, he cursed his luck. He had been cutting back on hiring personnel, growing over confident in his repeated successes.

"Take da controlla! Getten up to da lasers! Fire back! Fire back!" He squealed, his voice rocketing at least two octaves higher than it previously had. His men, far more serious, far more 'hard' and rough around the edges, responded in a much better manner having upped the shields, powered up weapons, and taken over to manual flight control.

The freighter rolled around on it's axis and came about hurtling directly towards the Rebellion gunship with its shields defending only what the MC20 could hit, this pass would not be it's last. As the CEC freighter neared, it began firing volleys of turbo lasers into the shields of the MC20 with the sole purpose of holding its ground. There was no escape for Diadan and his crew -- they were fighting their way out of this entanglement.

 

[Schwarz]

Gremont was with his team ready to invade the enemy ship at any moment. While Serra was commanding the ship and working to control the enemy, he explained to his team the plan:

“Partners, we will be the attack unit. Our priority is reach at the bridge exterminating all resistances that we may encounter! Taking the bridge will give to us the cargo and the ship as well, so it’s our top priority!”

After he directed to the second unit:

“And you my dear friends, you will be the cover unit, yours priority is give cover to the attack unit, guarding their back and helping in the first assault, in the way to the bridge. When the attack unit arrives at their objective, you will be guarding the path to the bridge, holding position against any ambush!”

Raising his blaster rifle he looked to them and with passionate words he completed:

“Men, we’re the resistance! We will overcome! Let’s fight with courage and toughness!”

Looking to the bridge of their ship, he was expecting that they could stop the enemy’s ship soon, allowing then to enter and do their job, because he wasn't a pilot, he was a soldier.