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"Under stood sir"
TK-106 pointed at JJ-255, JJ-255 was the squad's sniper.
JJ-255 aimed his sniper rifle and with one shot, the enemy sniper fell out of the window with a shreak.
"Got 'em"
"Nice shot, JJ" said Edson as he patted JJ back.

The two raporan fighters shot forward as the ambushing ships leapt into action, burning thrust and plasma in their wake. A blaze of turbolaser fire shot between the disorganized forces as a flight of ancient Supa Fighters leapt from the hangar of the Corona Frigate. It was that ship which was a threat to all the ships engaging, fast and well armed even the aging Corona could tear apart most of the starships that were laid out before it like a buffet.

Jenel Olo’s voice echoed across the comm. channels, “All ships, take out the Corona, we don’t stand a chance as long as its in play.”

Revak tightened on his controls as Calra’s fighter slipped into close escort position, “Alright, that ship is the only one that’s really much of a threat.”

The flight of four Supa fighters lit up on their displays, their sensor blips flipping to the bloody red of apparent hostiles. Revak glanced back at his displays, “Calra, take point and hammer them.”

With that the two ships switched positions with practiced precision, beneath the lead ship the hardpoint mounted cluster missile tubes flashed as a hail of eight devastating missiles shot forth. Within seconds the four hostile ships evaporated and flung pieces of them across space. With a flash the two Raporan fighters shot past, their formation tight and professional.

“Reverse, I’m arming the plasma bomb.” Revak pulled in front of Calra and began tweaking his course, hitting a frigate with a plasma bomb required precise timing and a steady hand. With a flash the Corona began to fire, not at the starfighters but at the array of freighters and corvettes which lay before it. Its fire was unfocused and undirected, a clear sign of poorly crewed vessel. With a hiss a pair of capital ship grade concussion missiles shot by, heading off to some target.

Revak ignored it all, his eyes focused on the target, his throttle, and the rangefinder. With a hiss of strain he released the bomb and curved away, gunning the engines. Calra shot toward him from behind, trying to keep formation.

With a flash the bomb would have suddenly appeared on the sensor screens as it’s plasma sheath activated. Carried by inertia and a slight thruster the bomb shot into the Corona, its plasma sheath slipping it through the shield. It hit amidship, and the Corona disappeared from view as the antimatter contained within the bomb detonated vaporizing most of the vessel and hurling the forward most parts of the hull forward like a rocket.

Across the comm. there were calls of jubilation, the escort was gone, and now all that was left were prey. Or so it appeared. The enemy’s starfighter screen had been but four fighters and they had fallen victim to the Rapora. Now they had to seize a prize.

Glancing at the displays Jenel Olo selected the target for her intrepid guards, “Revak, Calra. Lets take that Ubrikkian Frigate.”

Kar'en was suprised by the Wookie's sudden action, but it didnt last long.
Kar'en sliced the saber free of the wookiee, ducked under his grasp, and then snapped a powerful kick aimed at the back of the wook's knee, hoping to force him off balance by knocking out his leg.
This Wookiee must be dealt with quickly, she thought, or the target will get away.

The Wookiee's movements were sluggish to Kar'en's eyes as she side stepped the wook's attempt to grapple. Weither this was due to the wook's bulk, her extensive force and lightsaber training, or that the pain was slowing the alien down was unknown, but it mattered little.
She slashed her sword down upon the wook's outsretched arm, intending to negate his ability to grapple once and for all.

The new Palleaon drifted along in space, outside the Sullustian system. Ferno was not entirely pleased, however, with the apparant lack of structure on board. Veers had assumed he had picked an able-bodied crew, but apparantly he did not. A mistake which Ferno had intended to correct.

On board, the reception was lacking. Veers was not repremanding the crew about their posture, nor succeeding in finding able troopers to have on board. Instead, a captain had been moved to keep his place.

"My Lord," the fat captain began, enunciating every syllable like a pompous b*****d, "We readily greet your arrival onboard the Inferno, your new Star Destroyer."

HM did not miss a beat, nor even let the captain take a breath before firing off the most crucial question. "Why is the crew so improperly disciplined, including yourself? Has Veers not beaten you into shape yet?"

The captain quickly tilted his head up, while cocking it to the right. His mustache quivered with some nervousness. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand. Admiral Veers is off on Andari, following up some interesting information which he wanted to keep as a surprize for when he returned. He left a detailed message as to his intentions."

"That does not answer the question," HM replied, as the captain began to feel a tug at his neck, as his tracheal cartiligenous rings constricted, until nerves shot out in pain. Unable to breathe, his heartrate increased, as the Dark Lord himself moved forward. A small panel moved up on his mask, as his face drew close to the captain. Within a minute, all that remained was a dry husk.

"Incompetant Barve," HM stated, adressing the next officer in command. Apparantly the promotion seemed to make everyone go to full status, as posture quickly formed into a near perfect regiment. "You have been promoted. Lead us to this message from Veers. Be prepared to signal us when he arrives, hopefully for your sake before he reaches the hangar. My lord has some important buisness to discuss with Maximus, and he is not a fan of surprizes. Make preparations to head to Borleias. We have matters of importance to attend to."

Upon seeing the shining red light-blade locked in combat with a wookiee he faintly recognized, as well as the fleeing bodies of his friends, Gorwooken wrenched the controls up, bringing the Aldera Balled swiftly down to the near ground level. Opening the hatch remotely, he called