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[Xim Zhan]

The Manda Money dropped out of hyperspace alongside @Atuu Skirata ‘s Osprey. In the distance shimmered a blip that could be mistaken for a star if one did not know what he were looking for. “There it is,” Xim spoke aloud into his comms so both Atuu and @Wer Tracyn could hear him as he waved Wer forward and pointed to the shimmering speck atop the field of stars before them. “RimSide Redoubt; Double R,” once home to a proud troop of Mandalorians in olden days; they had offered safety and repair to anyone passing along the Mandalorian Road. The heavily armored repair outpost boasted three huge arms with numerous docking ports to offer safety and repair to any myriad of large and small craft and their travelers. Back in the day, the Mandalorian keepers had retrofitted the station with heavy armor plates and a variety of mounted weapons to hold off pirates and raiders. It was a sad irony today that the descendents of those same pirates now called RimSide Redoubt home. If anything, it was even more heavily fortified today and these pirates used the station’s various bays to house wings of cobbled together ugly fighter craft and bombers and hold captured craft while they were striped for parts.

Over the last standard year, the pirates had found an even more lucrative line of credits: kidnapping/hostage negotiation. Instead of preying on simple freighters of goods and products, the pirates had taken to abducting high value civilians. They would hold their captives aboard while demanding exorbitant ransoms from their wealthy l, or not so wealthy, families. For those whose families refused to, or could not, pay, their loved ones were executed; these deaths streamed on pirated holofeeds.

Recently, a family of Mandalorian migrants from Concord Dawn had been abducted in transit to their new hone by the pirates of Rimside and their plight had become known to the extreme operators of The Endless Watch. “Our family is aboard that station. The pirates want a million credits per head. Four kids and their parents.” Xim released the comms as he lowered his arm to stare into Wer’s face, “if they haven’t killed them yet. Two of those kids are so young they can barely walk.”

Keying his comm again, Xim spoke in their native Mando’a, reciting a portion of their creed, “<Brothers and sisters all. At ANY cost. Give NO quarter.>” With that, Xim reached overhead to activate the Manda Money’s fusial afterburners. When the moment came, the Mandalorian wanted to be sure they had that extra boost to push them right to the edge. Rattling the throttle, the G1-A began to glide forward, picking up speed. It was only a matter of time before the pirates detected their presence, if they had not already.

“Pull up a seat,” Xim spun the copilot’s chair around to face Wer as he shoved the movable blaster controls toward the seat. “You’ll have to keep them off our shebs if things get froggy.”

“We’re going in hot.” He keyed the comm as he looked over toward Atuu with a knowing nod. And so it began.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

@Rimrald @Narzen

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Dropping out of hyperspace Atuu's Osprey would begin to trundle alongside the other ship present. Doing a systems check of his own ship Atuu felt he was ready to go when the time came.

Quietly listening to the brief Xim was giving - Atuu was also doing some reading on the station. Whatever information that was available on their target would be of use. Flicking through the pages of data on his datapad, Atuu would occasionally nod and offer a grunt or grimace at the information Xim presented. Responding with a short

"At any cost."

Later letting a snort go under his helmet as Xim relayed his ship was going hot. "Going hot is an understatement Vod - you're going to be the bait ship if I had to guess." he finished saying before allocating power to laser cannons and missile racks. "Cycling deflector, power to the engine - I'm rolling hot... I'll take a closer look and see if anyone's awake." Atuu concluded before zipping off at full speed. Powering forward at 120 MGLT toward the station.

Opening a general comm to anyone listening Atuu clears his throat "This is Atuu Skirata of The Endless Watch. Should any of you pirate types be alive in there, I suggest you let the family you've abducted go. Or face the consequences." pausing for a moment he then continues "What say you?"

Atuu will continue on his course, orbiting the station from a safe enough distance not to be ambushed by launching fighters, and hopefully far enough to react to incoming defensive fire while he scouts the station and awaits a response.

@The Mad Hammer @Narzen

 

[Xim Zhan]

Xim chuckled aloud, “Always am,” he chortled in response to the comment about being bait, “live bait,” he said with a sideong glance toward @Wer Tracyn in the back as he gunned the ship forward. “Just don’t let them poke too many holes in us vod.”

The Manda Money leapt forward as a flurry was detected aboard the ship. After a moment the crackle of comms sounded as the pirates’ response adjusted to the found frequency of a broadband broadcaster. “You have no authority here scum! Any prisoner that may, or may not, be held aboard is lawfully detained under Imperial edict 967-delta 42, subsection 6. Power down your weapons and shields and be prepared to be tractored aboard for inspection otherwise, transmit the negotiated fee and we will release your merchandise. Failure to do ao will result in immediate forfeiture.”

At the same time, four Ugly craft launched from the station and began accelerating on an intercept course for the two Mandalorian vessels. A trio of ships followed them, beginning a wide arc through open space; intent on closing on the ships from another angle. A single gunship was the last to launch as it bristled with weapons; a pirate’s prize intent on showcasing the teeth to the pirate’s demands.

Xim blinked. Literally. One long and hard bling as the 8 ships blipped to life on his sensors. “This is gonna get fancy all sorts of fast,” he growled as he considered their odds. At this point, they were still beyond range of the station’s tractor beams, for now; but that would only last a moment or two longer. Keying the comms, he mused, “What are the chances we just board ‘em and pay ‘em, the way the gods intended?” It was decidedly not the normal Mandalorian way of handling things; but Xim figured it might get them closer to their targets. The only issue would be fighting their way back out afterwards.

@Rimrald @Narzen

 

[Wer Tracyn]

"you don't have to tell me twice" Wer growled at the command of no quarter. For everyone else, this may have been a matter of saving mandalorians from a dishonorable death by pirates. for Wer however, it was slightly more personal. His own parents had been gunned down before his eyes by pirates. His chain-sword at his side was taken from those very pirates. His pure, unadulterated hatred of pirates was borderline Sith in its purity and intensity. If there was one man in the galaxy who didn't need to command of giving no quarter to pirates, it was Wer Tracyn.

It was this hatred alone that was keeping Wer from losing his lunch at the moment. Unfortunately for him, the same situation that gave birth to his hatred also gave birth to his near crippling Agoraphobia. Even now, while looking out the cockpit's windows, Wer felt a lump in his stomach growing. His head was beginning to pound. His imagination began to race. What a horrible way to die, stuck in space. He heard rumors of star weirds and Betelgeuse and all sorts of space monstrosiies out there. What if he got stuck in a lifeless ship, only to be devoured by...

Wer shook his head and grabbed the gun controls. He had to focus on the pirates. If he looked at the computer screen, his Agoraphobia wasn't as bad. Just focus on the pirates. Focus on pirates. Kill the pirates. Kill all the pirates. Kill them all. Kill them all. Shoot them, gutt them, rip them up, tear them apart, pull out their insides, string them by their entrails! Rip and tear until it was done!

"We kill them all, just get me in their ship and we'll kill them all!" Wer growled into his comm. He visibly bristled underneath his newly forged armor. The blue-painted fireworm scales on his pauldrons almost made him look demon-like.

@Rimrald @The Mad Hammer

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Well this is unfortunate... Some negotiation this is, threats to execute the prisoners - sure you've legally detained them...

Breaking the missile lock on the closest contact, Atuu would begrudgingly comply, opening his comm with the station "I will ask that you provide proof that the detained parties are alive and well. We are complying with your request, if you would be kind enough to return the good will?" He asked powering down his shields and weapons.

His personal equipment was either on him or within reach, he would take this time while being tractor beamed in, to ensure he was ready for a fight on the station if it came to it. These people holding the Mandalorian civilians would surely pay if they laid a finger on their captives.

Opening his comm with the other ship (@The Mad Hammer @Narzen) <"You two be sure to have the payment ready if we need to hand it over, although things might all go sideways once we land regardless. Be ready."> Atuu finished, releasing his flight controls as the tractor beam took hold of his ship and it began to be roped in towards the docking area.

 

[Xim Zhan]

“It looks like that is where we are going,” Xim begrudgingly acknowledged Wer’s response as the ship shook as the tractor beams from the station slight to take hold. Flipping several switches, Xim powered down the weapons arrays on the Manda Money. He hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the switch to disengage the craft’s shields. “What if its a trap?” He wondered aloud before finally deactivating their most obvious line of defense.

Releasing the controls, Xim stood, grabbing the mic to respond to Atuu, before he could( however, a holotransmission bleeped to life in his console. It came from the ship. In true terrorist fashion, it showed the family of sic Mandalorians, stripes of anything but basic rags, huddled together in a barred cell, the business end of an E-Web blaster directed at them from the edge of the screen. The feed played for several seconds and then was cut. No other transmission came as the ships from the station fell into an easy escort position by which to blast the Mandalorian ships should they try anything froggy.

Keying the comm to their sister ship, and leaving it open so that the pirates could mistakenly hear, he spoke, “We will have payment in full prepared to offload once we land.”

Loosing the mic, Xim turned to Wer, as he slammed a power pack into his E-11, “Every single one of those ge’hutuun is gonna get paid.” Walking to the back stowage portion of the ship, Xim fished a few spare wrist rockets out of a crate before kicking it back out of sight. He angrily shoved the missiles into his belt. It never hurt to be overprepared.

Now, all they had to do was wait to be tractored aboard. Hopefully to the same bay and even more hopefully near their brethren held hostage.

@Narzen @Rimrald

 

[Wer Tracyn]

Wer stood up from the seat and made his way towards the docking area of the Mando Money. With it now clear that he wasn't needed on the guns, he intended to be in the place where the firefight would begin. Just because it was also the one place on the ship where he didn't have to look out into open space and puke was purely coincidental.

"I assume I take front position when the blasting begins?" Wer asked as he loaded his Galaar Carbine and pulled a smoke grenade from his belt. He was the most heavily armored of the trio, and even without his protective gauntlet anymore, he was more geared for firefights than anyone. The attached flamethrower to his armor, something Wer couldn't resist after naming his armor 'Fireworm Armor', would help in close quarters when his chainsword couldn't, and his carbine could handle long-range.

@Xim Zhan @Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

The Osprey Atuu piloted would be tractored into the landing bay first, being set down to the left of the Manda Money which would settle in a few moments later.

Releasing the canopy lock of his interceptor, Atuu would climb out and pull his carbine from the holster affixed beside the pilots seat. Throwing it over his armor and cinching the strap down, he would then put his poncho over it hoping to conceal the carbine. His pistols holstered on each hip already and his beskad would be clipped in and hung from the rear of his belt after standing.

He was ready for a fight if it came to it, and the trio would have enough time to prepare their equipment before any of the stations inhabitants would make their way into the hangar the pair of mandalorain ships had been docked in. Checking his comm to the others now that they had landed Atuu would queue it up <"Check, Check, good. Comms are still live."> he was happy to see they did not employ jamming tech on the station.

Atuu would make ready, and follow any of the other mando's actions should things go sideways. Otherwise he was standing by to make contact with the approaching party of pirates. Queuing his comm one last time <"Remember, we need to secure the safety of our Vod before the shooting starts - or they're good as dead."> @The Mad Hammer @Narzen

 

[Xim Zhan]

“Aye” Xim responded as hebdid his best to help gently land the Manda Money in the bay as the tractor beam rudely deposited them. Turning in his seat, Xim called back to Wer, “Change-o-plans partner. They got a heavy machine gun of sorts on our target. Their safety is our number one priority. Soon as we start shooting, them kids get nerfed.”

Xim stood and walked to the doorway that seperated the cockpit from the cramped area of the rest of the ship. Stopping the doorway he nodded to Wer, “I’ll keep the light on and figure out how we’re gonna to one-eighty it out of here in a hurry.” Truth be told, the Manda Money was packing a hidden blaster beneath her deck.

Sliding the door to the cockpit shut, Xim keyed his helmet comm, “Just pretend I don’t exist.”

“And that Wer can fly a ship,” he chuckled to himself as he ducked low in the cockpit.

@Narzen @Rimrald

 

[Wer Tracyn]

Wer scowled slightly but nodded at the commands. He really just wanted to kill the pirates and be done with it. But the others were right. The lives of their Vod mattered more than dead bodies of pirates. He needed to be smart.

Wer opened up the ship's gankplank and stepped out. He was greeted with the sight of five brutish styled pirates, all armed with blaster rifles and vibroblades pointed at the Mando.

"Hey, hey!" Wer said, holding his hands and weapon up to indicate he meant no threat. "No need to shoot the delivery driver!"

One of the pirates, obviously the leader, stepped forward. Well dressed in purple silk robes and leather belts, the Tintinna grinned at Wer.

"I am Captain Whisk, Mandalorian. You a delivery driver? You here with the credits for our merchandise?"

Wer nodded. "Ya, my partner in my other ship has it. Hard credits, unmarked" Wer nodded towards Atuu's Osprey. "But he's instructed to only show it when we are sure of the merchandise."

The Tintinna shook his head. "No no, we see credits first, than you get merchandise."

Spoiler

D100 roll Negotiating with pirates
Result: 87

Wer sighed and took off his helmet and hooked it to his belt. His pure hatred of these pirates was now on display. His eyes were focused into a deep glare that shook the pirate leader to his core.

"Listen here, Womp Rat" Wer started. "You want anything good coming to you, you are going to do exactly as I say. When I say I want to see those children and their folks first, I damn well mean it. Unless you want this deal to go south real quickly and miss the pay day of your short miserable little life, you are going to bring those kids out..."

Wer paused before barking out a stern "NOW!" .

The Captain was sufficiently intimidated by Wer's force of personality. After Wer's final command of 'now', he snapped his paws at his men. Two left the hangar bay area and shortly returned with the prisoners. Each member was bound with stun cuffs, save for the two practically baby younglings, who were being carried by another pirate following them. While bruised and batterred, the family looked better than dead. The pirates kept the family at the far side of the landing bay.

The Tintinny looked at Wer. "There, see? Merchandise safe and good quality. Now signal your man..."

Wer nodded and looked towards the Osprey. He hoped Atuu had something in mind, like a container or something, to fool these pirates as he exited the ship.

@The Mad Hammer @Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

With the display ongoing before him, Atuu waited in the wings. Keeping his position obscured from the pirates direct view. Moving from the side of his ship and out from behind some repair and refuel equipment that he had posted up alongside for the exchange.

During the conversation, Atuu would pick up a palm sized ration tin, fill it with spare nuts and bolts, and screw the lid back on. Would it stand up to scrutiny or even need to be opened..? Absolutely not, they would see right through this. But it didn't matter.

As the five pirates made themselves visible, and their leader clearly defined. Atuu would step forward, with one hand on the carbine and the other palming the payment for them. With the request for payment being made, Atuu would let out a short whistle before sending the canister into the air towards the leader.

Hitting the ground with a thunk, and bouncing once it would roll in a circle before settling on its face. Where the leader of these pirates would bend to retrieve. He was in the open, and his men likely to be in the same situation. Atuu would not wait for the leader to see through the deception. With the start to his sentence, a blaster bolt would ring out.

"Hey this isn-" His annoyed tone cut short as a bolt from under Atuu's poncho slammed into his chest, dropping his frame backwards like a board. Atuu would then turn his fire to the next closest pirate, attempting to hit him before he could do any harm to the prisoners.

Shouting to his comrades <"Now!"> as if the need for shooting was not already apparent.
@The Mad Hammer @Narzen

 

[Xim Zhan]

It was all the signal Xim needed. Stolen away aboard the ship, he flipped a lever dropping the hidden groundsweep cannon from within a retrsctable section of the Manda Money’s lower hull.

The weapon immediatey swivelled, the ship’s targeting computers removing any guess work as Xim’s hands flew across the console screen picking out targets and highlighting friendlies. A steady barrage of heavy repeater fire pew pew’d from beneath the ship as the pirates who had escorted the prisoners were immediately gunned down.

From there it was a steady stream of covering fire that tore apart the room and effectively barricaded any remaining pirates and those swarming in from the captured Mandalorians.

It took but a moment and the two adults were scooping up their crying tikes as they spurred their other children toward the open hatch of Xim’s craft. In the chaos and outright murder the Mandalorian rescuers were commencing, no one had time to try and find the controls for the cuffs and the family was able to scramble aboard just as a fresh set of pirate shocktroopers made the scene with shields and heavier weapons to bring to bear.

Meanwhile, it had taken but a moment for central command aboard the station to begin locking down the portion of the ship the Mandalorians were aboard and alerting the already launched craft to the attack. The ships outside began circling in close so as to not miss a chance at blasting the kidnappers of their kidnapees should they try to leave; not to mention the station’s defenses beginning to spool to life as well: both interior and exterior turrets of destruction.

As soon as Xim heard the clatter of persons aboard the ship, he keyed his comm unit. “Mice are in the trap gentlemen.” About this same time, the new swuad of heavily armed and armored shock troopers arrived giving a double meaning to Xim’s traffic.

With the flip of a switch, the shield array on the G1-A began to power on. It would take a second or three before it came online; bit Xim preferred to not scratch the ship anymore than would be needed.

@Narzen

@Rimrald

 

[Wer Tracyn]

The first shot rang out. A shout of now. Wer charged into action. The nearest still alive pirate pulled up his gun, but Wer slammed his fist into the pirate's face before he had a chance to fire. However, he was not done with the pirate just yet. Before the pirate touched the ground, Wer caught a hold of the corsair's collar and lifted him up. Strength born of hard miner work allowed him to hold the pirate aloft as a makeshift shield as two shots rang out. The pirate flinched and then went limp in Wer's grip.

Wer smiled and began to speak to his comm that was on his hip in his helmet..

"Atuu, Xim's going to need help with those ships outside. I'll hold off the pirates in here until we got a clear exit route".

Xim's firing of the ship's weapons gave enough distraction for the family to move. Wer hurried the family on as they passed him. He remained behind them, covering their flanks. Those heavy pirates wouldn't hesitate to shoot the family in the backs. He would be the wall between the innocent and the enemy.

Two of the shocktroops armed with shields and stun pikes charged Wer. Gritting his teeth, he raised an arm and activated his flamethrowers. The hot red flames shot out with a roar like the Lavaworm Wer's armor was inspired by. The fire did very little damage overall, thanks to the shields, but it gave Wer enough time to draw his chainsword and get it roaring to life.

"Hey, you sons of nerf lickers!" Wer shouted as he held his sword up in a challenge. "Come get some!"

@The Mad Hammer @Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Racing back to his ship Atuu would catch the initial foray in his peripheral vision. Racing up the wing of his interceptor and into the cockpit, stowing his blaster and activating the power systems.

The canopy began to close as ship systems began coming to life. Locking on to the interior turrets that made themselves target, Atuu depressed the firing paddle and let all four of his forward facing blaster cannons would pepper the roof and make short work of the two he could see. <"Internal enemy defenses that I can see are down, good luck with the warm bodies."> Atuu chirped over the comm as his shields blinked online.

<"Xim, I'll head out first and see if I can pull them away. You try and hit them from behind yeah?"> Atuu suggested knowing the larger ship had precious cargo on board, as well as better shields.

Flipping his fighter around in a 180, he would shoot out the landing bay. Locking on to one of the uglies and firing a missile just moments after exiting the hangar. Another of the uglies would make it's way nose first at him, and quickly eat a flurry of cannon fire in it's unshielded cockpit. <"Watch out for that gunship, I don't see it yet. Splash two."> Atuu called out one last time as he looked over his shoulder to see the Manda Money likely making it's exit.

2/4 Uglies Remain
2/2 "TYE" Fighters Remain
1/1 Skipray Blastboats Remain
@The Mad Hammer @Narzen

 

[Xim Zhan]

Seeing @Wer Tracyn belching fire like some demon-spawned dragon as he heard the man’s chainsword roar to life, Xim knew one thing: there was no backing down from a fight. Seeing the approach of more troopers meant that they had been identified as a threat; which was an understatement.

As @Atuu Skirata shot out into space, Xim took a big gulp of air. He had a choice to make and it would entail leaving one of his brothers on their own for some time. The primary aspect of the mission was the hostages; and they were aboard his ship. He had a greater commitment now. Keying his comms, the ship’s hatch closed Xim called out to Wer, “<Hold fast brother! I’ll be back for you once the dead are stacked.>”

With a roar, the Manda Money lifted off the hangar floor. Punching the extra accelerators, he had had installed aboard the ship, it blasted out into space. He hoped the refugees were braced in some way; although the clatter from the back said they probably were not. “Whoopsies…”

Ripping out into the void of space, the Manda Money arced high and wide, Xim’s eyes scanning between the cold void before him and the sensor readout of the ship.

Immediately a pair of fighters began to give pursuit; their laster cannons spitting energized gas at maximum acceleration toward them as Xim pulled the ship into a tighter arc, “I’m bringin’ ‘em your way ner vod,” he called to Atuu as he spotted the Mandalorian’s ship in the distance. Xim quickly was able to calculate a trajectory that would bring he, and he hoped his pursuers, into Atuu’s firing range and he hammered the accelerator down hoping to bleed out any extra speed the ship might be willing to give up. With the fusial afterburners roaring, the Manda Money was able to hit speeds usually reserved for much smaller and more nimble fighters.

And as he began his final approach toward Atuu’s ship, he saw it, rising like a snake preparing to strike from the tall grass: the Skipray closing in on his fellow’s blindspot. “You got the big fish on your six!” That ship was going to be a beast to takeout, even in an unfair fight. Such a ship was likely the prize of the pirate fleet. Who knew what sort of illegal aftermarket upgrades it might have.

@Narzen @Rimrald

 

[Wer Tracyn]

"Don't worry, take your time!" Wer shouted as he brought down his blade on the nearest pirate. The pirate brought up a shield to deflect the blow, not realizing how much strength Wer was bringing down on him. The blade whirred and screeched against the metal it was brought down on. Wer brought the blade back up and slammed it again, causing the pirate to crumble to his knees and fall backwards.

The other pirate who had approached thrusted forward with a spear. Wer turned away slightly, just enough for the spear to hit a side plate and bounce off. Wer, still helmetless, growled at the unfortunate soul.

"Oh you messed up big time" Wer said with a slight smirk. The pirate, for once in his life, believed the fact he did make a mistake.

Wer used his free hand to grab the next spear thrust and pulled the pirate closer to himsef, just in range for his sword to sink its vibrating teeth into an exposed shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere as Wer pulled the blade out only halfway done with the pirate, and spun around again to stomp down on the first pirate, holding him down with heavier weight.

Blaster fire opened up. Despite the fact that the turrets in the bay had been handled by Atuu, the other pirates still had guns and began to open fire. Several shots peppered the mandalorian pushing him back and leaving burns with the energy the armor couldn't absorb.

"Ah kriff!" Wer cursed. He looked down and grabbed one end of the shield and pulled it up. Bones underneath snapped at the pirate's wrist was turned in a direction it was not meant to go. Thankfully, the pirate didn't have long to dwell on the pain, as Wer's boot came crashing down on the man's arm, snapping it off completely, followed by crushing the fool's face. The head cracked louder than a Durang Fruit under a Reek's hoof.

"Going off of a limb here..." Wer chuckled as he tossed the disconnected arm away and hoisted the shield up. "But i don't think you need this anymore."

Now properly protected from the blaster fire, Wer holstered his blade, retrieved a smoke grenade, and tossed it over at the enemy. The resulting plumes of grey smoke filled the area. Wer grinned and slammed his helmet back on as he listened to the calls of confusion from the pirates he had blinded.

"Rip 'n tear!" Wer shouted, unaware that his comm was still on. "Blood 'n guts! Rip apart all of yer guts! RAAAAAGH!"

Wer redrew his blade again, and with shield still equipped in his free hand, picked up and began to charge into the smoke.

"Chaga Chaga Choo Choo!" Wer shouted as he crashed into a confused pirate. Wer continued charging until both he and the surprised pirate crashed into a wall. "Here's the pain grav-train! All aboard, ya pieces of kriff!"

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Cutting through space was one of the settings Atuu felt most at home in. His ship becoming an extension of himself, and the art of dogfighting becoming more and more familiar to him as he engaged in more fights.

But this was a tough one.

Picking up his allies signal to the rear of his ship, Atuu would break and flare his interceptors wings, rolling backwards and into a 180 degree reversal. Now sitting about on an equal plane to the Manda Money he opened his comm "Coming your way ju-" his sentence cut short as the interceptors missile lock warning began a rapid blee-bloo-blee-bloo over and over again.

Shooting his head left and right to look over his shoulder he would catch a glimpse of the gunship. Heavily armed and armored. On his tail. Kriff. "I have two missiles on me. I'm coming right for you. When I say break - we both break to our left and pull hard." Atuu called out over the comm, a sense of dread in his voice. "Pull hard." he reiterated as the sound of blaster fire peppering his interceptor could be heard.

The skipray moved at half his speed, but the missiles could keep pace well enough. By Atuu's calculations - this maneuver would break the missile lock from him and if luck was on his side, they would pick up the other two fighters chasing his partner down.

Rocketing closer and closer to his ally, Atuu would yell into his comm, about 300 meters from one another "BREAK!" and with one hand on the throttle and the other on the stick he drops his engines to idle and rips the yoke to the left as far as it would go. Turning him 180 degrees again as he punched the throttle forward - now facing the gunship that had been trailing him. Having some distance between them, Atuu would depress the firing paddle and loose another two missiles at the gunship. In time, Atuu would know if he was able to overwhelm the defenses of the gunship.

(OOC: Feel free to write the fighters trailing the Manda Money getting hit with the Skiprays missiles or deal with them however you want!) @The Mad Hammer @Narzen

 

[Xim Zhan]

Xim’s face steeled at the danger they were in. Normally, he’d be all for some showboating as they dealt with these infidels; but with precious cargo aboard, he had other priorities. “You got it.” He hissed into his comm as he heard his brother’s idea. Pressing the accelerator, Xim’s grip tightened on the yoke of his ship as he bore down on a collision course with his fellow Mandalorian. He had one more trick up his sleeve.

With a finger, Xim flipped his missile launcher on. He did not bother with the targeting array as the gunboat fell into pursuit.

AT Atuu’s command, Xim wrestled the ship to the left, the afterburners trying to force it forward still. Another few MGLTs and it would have been a disaster! And just as his targetting array cleared, Xim sent a missile missile spiraling forward on an intercept course with the gunship. In his rear, two plumes of fire and shrapnel lit up the starry sky as the fighters met their match.

(your call on the gunship. Might take a bit more of a beating…)

@Wer Tracyn @Rimrald

 

[Atuu Skirata]

Atuu watched from his cockpit as the the pair of missiles slammed into the gunship. Overwhelming the shield as the bolts of the energy from his cannons followed directly behind.

The gunship would endure for a few moments before imploding into a ball of debris. This only left two fighters of the original six that came out to play, with the gunship gone it seemed their resolve to fight was faltering. Opening his comm Atuu would remark on their direction of travel

"Looks like they're breaking off the defense and running. We should get back to help Wer! Once that business is done the station should be ours for the taking." He finished speaking as the osprey flipped back towards the station.

Dodging some incoming fire from the stations exterior turrets and burning in as he bled off speed right as his ship met the energy field of the stations hangar. Slowly bringing the ship to land and powering down, prepared to head out and help Wer I'd he needed it. @Narzen @The Mad Hammer

 

[Wer Tracyn]

Wer was certainly enjoying himself. A swing of the blade here, a stomping there, a battle cry somewhere else, a shield bash as well, Wer was practically in a blood rage. Guts were torn out, entrails splatterred on the floor and walls. Skulls smashed in. Blasters were fired, stunning Wer, but only briefly. There was no stopping the Mandalorian Fireworm. For him, he was not a fully grown mando slaying enemies of his people. He was a kid again, and he was killing every single pirate that killed his parents.

The smoke from his grenade had long since cleared. The blood sprayed over his armor was only rivaled by the blood dripping from his blade. The limbs that layed across the floor split from their bodies drizzled together with the guts of a few pirates who met wer's sword head on.

Another pirate went down. Wer's chainsword had been driven into the pirates neck and body lengthwise, cutting the entire pirate in half. After the man fell, wer panted a few moments with gritted teeth.

"WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?!?" Wer shouted at the top of his lungs, not wanting the fight to end just yet.

For a while, there was silence. Then he heard the ship land. The stations torrents in the hanger had been taken down earlier thanks to the others so for now there was no threat.

"There...has to be more..." Wer panted into his comm. Still holding the shield, he moved towards the ship. "Gotta kill more. More guts. More guns. They scared of us. Gotta rip them apart..."