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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:36 pm
" Roger that. " Laura said, adjusting the turret to cycle fire as instructed. She then positioned her hands over the controls and aimed at the 1st fighter she saw and opened fire. The initial shots missed, but she adjusted her aim, firing into the empty space it was headed for. Turret fire rained into the fighter as it flew right into the blasts, the ensuing explosion confirming it was destroyed.
" One down, too damn many to go... " Laura said to herself, moving onto the next one that came within sight.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:09 am
“New hyperspace course plotted Cap’,” Niomie said as she sent the new course to both Kalebs and Jags navigational screens. With the completion of the new astrogation route Niomie keyed up her stations co-pilot controls, and was getting ready to lend support to Kalebs flying technique. “Shields are down to- wait one.” She paused as she watched the shields power readout stop falling and start to rise back up a bit then stop. “Shield at 60% Cap’.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 6:50 am
The ship rocked violently as more energy blasts struck her, but Jag kept his eye on the prize as the forward guns roared in the vacuum of space. Energy continued to pour from the forward guns into the Rendili as the club traded fire with the Maurader.
Then, the Rendili cracked like a twig, explosions ripping through her as the ship snapped in two.
The shields dropped to 40%, then 30%, framing the victory in a Pyrric light.
Kaleb was knocked out by the last impact, smacking his head aganst the consol as he was without restraint straps. Blikk was clearly lost, and what sounded like a dazed or wounded Kalin was on the Port gun.
His shields were dropping fast, his pilot was out cold with another man possibly incapacitated, the fighters were still abundant, and the Maurader still glared angrily at him off to his side.
Jag started to chuckle. And then he lauughed.
"You Chaakar want a fight?!" He shouted at the Maurader. "Do you?! Well you got one!! I consign you back sliding, Gamorrian backbirths to the void! and may you burn in all the hells thought up!"
He turned his head to face Niomie.
"Take control of the stick. Maneuver us about so we can face that corvette with our forward guns."
He snatched up his comn and called in the port gun. "Kalin, we got Cookie on the starboard turret. Hang in there and get to blasting. The skies are gonna be real empty in a few minutes."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:41 am
"Target destroyed!" Helix felt a grin sweep across his face as he saw the Rendili ship crack, and now he could feel the Ruusan swinging toward the marauder, "Littlebird, cut the power to the dorsal, ventral, stern, starboard, and port emitters to minimal power, just enough to keep those fighters from knocking them down. Feed all the rest to the bow shields.
As the extra power shot to the forward shield emitters the forward shield's strength ballooned to over 100% whilst the other shields dropped down to the 20%.
That done he focused his mind on the other problem, that of the fighters. Then his mind struck upon an answer, "Start overload the sensors and reconfigure their emissions to the high EM bandwidth." He watched the power build in the sensor systems and a grin spread across his lips, "Reinforce the EM band of the ray shielding." The power load hit 200% then 300% of capacity, "Sensors, give me a ping, as strong as you can manage!"
(I just turned the sensor arrays into a DEMP bomb, with our ray shields reinforced we won't be affected but those annoying fighters certainly will be. I'm gonna have to replace the power relays on those sensors after this, but the sensors themselves shouldn't be damaged by this.)
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:01 am
“Kaleb!” Niomie shouted as she saw Kalebs body go limp in the corner of her eye, but she didn’t have the time to look at him as captain Jag started barking out orders.
“Aye cap’, I have the helm.” She replied, switching the ships helm control to her station. “Changing course, bringing us about cap’.” She said, swinging the Ruusan to face the corvette. In the back of Niomie’s mind she noted with pleasure at how smartly the Ruusan responded to her touch, it was a far cry from the slow unwieldy freighter she was used to.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:41 pm
((Dont get so worked up on the shields, Stellar. This is a Dac Design. It has back up shields, the Ruusan's Ace-in-the-hole))
Ignoring the fighters for the flitgnats that they were, Jag targeted the Maurader with the forward guns as well as the club.
"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur." Jag said through gritted teeth as he started peeling hull plating off the surprised Maurader's flank. The Crew of the Maurader, having suffered signifigant Ion damage, was unable to maneuver swift enough to avoid the assault on their port side and was unable to bring her turbolasers to fix on the Ruusan's new position.
the forward guns kept hammering away at the capital ship, slowly burning away the exterior as the club continued to batter the enemy ship's electrical systems unmercifully.
All that was left were the fighters now.
"Niomie, did you copy that? Engine Room's asking for a ping."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:54 pm
“Aye cap’ sorry ‘bout that.” Niomie apologized, her voice a little strained. “Getting’ right on it.” Her hand danced across her sensors board as her other kept the Ruusan on course. She dialed up the power to the sensors and hit the button. “Initiating sensor pulse now.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:37 pm
It was as though an invisible ion mine had gone off at the top of the bridge, electricity arched along the Ruusan's ray shielding unable to penetrate. All around the ship the enemy fighters that had been maneuvering for attack runs suddenly stopped maneuvering and went ballistic as blue lightning arced across their ships. A dozen or so kilometers ahead a blue wash of light sizzled across the marauder, tearing through her now exposed electronics.
Helix winced as he saw a couple red lights appear on the sensor board, the pulse had melted a couple of fuses and blown a relay. Already Ellbee was directing a set of astromechs to repair what had been blown. Still the sensors were still running, albeit on backup power. "At least the fighters aren't a threat anymore."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:03 pm
Kalin had barely knocked out two of the fighters when he felt the ship shake with energy and the fighters simply stopped. It was almost disappointing to Kalin, who was excited for a fight. But then again, he had barely knocked two in the entire time. He was in no real shape to fight.
So with a sigh of no satisfaction, he brought about his guns and made sure to overkill every helpless fighter with a dramatic arc of fire from his quad-lasers.
When he was done with the bloodbath, he put his guns into standby and lifted the eyepiece off. He then patched a line to the bridge with extra care not to agitate his wounds, which now had nearly paralyzed him with pain and bloodloss.
Cap'n. We've f-finished off all the remaining *cough, cough* fighters, sir. It wasn't much fun after they stopped mo-moving. Standing or-orders, sir?
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 5:53 am
Letting her arms fall off the controls and come to rest at her sides, Laura sat back and sighed. " That was closer than what I'm comfortable with. " she said to herself. Looking out into space, she could see the various debris floating about, most of which she assumed was scraps of hull plating.
She reached for the comm. " Starboard side's all clear, Cap'n. How's it look up there? "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:48 am
Escape pods were already ejecting from the Maurader as the guns sliced it up like a Fete Day Roast. The ship was done for. Time to get moving on.
"Helm, take us back into Hyperspace." He ordered as he unbuckled his restraints.
"Attention all hands." He spoke into the comn. "The Pirate Threat has been neutralized. Return to your duty stations. Take all wounded to the med bay. Well fought, crew. Thats one less threat to the spacelanes."
The Captain moved across the deck and hefted Kaleb on his shoulder.
"You think you got everything here, Niomie? I'm gonna drag this load down to Demagol."
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 8:51 am
((You're not gonna tractor in the disabled fighters and sell em? Hand over the pilots to the Sector Rangers maybe? Oh well...))
Helix breathed a sigh of relief as the battle ended, and he got up from his station, "Okay, well I'll go give the astros a hand with that power relay... maybe they'll be done by the time I get there."
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:37 am
((Let 'em die. Serves them right for biting off more than they can chew. Besides, we have a schedule to keep.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 12:57 pm
“Aye, cap’.” Niomie exhaled and wiped the sweet from her brow. “Takin’ us back into hyperspace.” She spared him a soft smile as he collected Kaleb. “I think I can handle it,” she said, punching in commands to the nav-computer, and swung the bow of the Ruusan back inline with her pump coordinates. As the ship, gained speed on its run to jump Niomie clicked on the ships intercom.
“All crew prepare for the translation to hyperspace.” She spoke into the mike as her hand reached for the hyperdrive levers.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 10:07 pm
Kalin patched a line to the Starboard guns, so he could talk with Laura. It was hard to move at all, but adrenaline could do wonders for the human body. His voice was weak and he could feel his body struggling under the lack of oxygen in his system.
Laura? I th-think I need a little help. Its... getting harder to... stay...
His head slumped forward and his vision began narrowing, blackness engulfing his line of sight.
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