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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:55 pm
"About damn time, chubby-butts," Orrin said to himself. The shuttle blasted forward, as he picked the closest spot to touch down and let the troops out.
"Troops deploying. Let's hope we can find this prison before they come too hard. All wings, destroy that communications tower!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:59 pm
"You heard the man," Zendia chirped. "One com tower, coming down!" She then commed Owen. "Bullseye, my torpedoes are dry. I'll try to weaken with lasers on my first pass,"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:08 pm
"Yes Ma'am." Owen said, waiting for his turn to pass. "I only have two left. Do you think it'll take both, or just one?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:17 pm
"Doesn't look that tough," Zendia said. "Try one, and make it good. Then, if need be, make another pass, using the other."
"I'll cover you,"
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:38 pm
"Alright." Owen said, swooping in close to the Imperial Communications tower. Aiming at one of its four holding 'legs' He aimed, pulled the trigger, and his penultimate torpedo shot, blowing a hole in the leg. The tower buckled and fell, as Owen pulled up out of the way. "Got em!" He called over his comm. "What do I do now? I feel like I could take on the whole Imperial Armada by myself!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 12:00 am
Despite the grimness of the situation, Zendia couldn't help but laugh at Owen's statement. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that,"
"In the meantime, let's cover our gang on the ground, and poke any eyeballs that happen to peep our way, yes?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 6:37 am
((Anyway, it would help if someone said that the transport was in space or not))
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:53 am
((If you took notice, we shouldn't have to. I described the entry into the atmosphere earlier.))
Orrin tried to be patient. He knew that it would take time to search the records and get things rolling. Still, that didnn't help much when time was critical.
"Scan the area for ground troops heading our way. Destroy bunkers and hangars if you spot them. Targets of opportunity are available."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 1:30 pm
Owen didn't take much notice of what Orrin was saying, his faculties were too busy noticing the small group of TIEs escorting two TIE bombers arriving on the scene from ahead and to the left. "All wings, we've got six TIEs and two bombers coming in fast at 11 o' clock! I'll intercept!" He said, turning his X-wing to intercept the fighters.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:06 pm
"I see them," Zendia said. Addressing Rusty, she said, "The torps are dry, so we'll have to use lasers,"
"That said, I'll need as much juice as you can give me for 'em,"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 4:56 pm
"Alright." Owen said, racing his X-wing towards the eight enemy ships at a slight angle. "We need to take out the bombers first before they can get to the ground troops. I'll take the one on the left."
Nearing the bomber on the left, Owen was forced to barrel roll to the side to avoid getting hit by green blasterfire from the two TIEs that had branched off to intercept him. the other four TIEs and the bombers kept going forewards, towards the rest of the Rebel forces. "Hmm, let's see if this works..." Owen murmured to himself, and then jerked hard on the controls, causing the ship to flip quickly around, making the ship rock. "Well that worked, I wonder about this." Owen said, flying at full speed at the fighter between him and the rest of the convoy. The other one was somewhere behind or to the side of him, out of sight. "R2, full power to lasers for a moment." He said, and as he shot forewards at full speed, he opened up all four of the X-wings laser cannons on full, blowing the TIE apart. Continuing at it's fast rate, he shot through the fiery debris of the exploding TIE.
R2-D17, his astromech, gave out an angry whistle, and the shield meter on his console was shown to be down to 58% strength. "Ok, R2, I won't fly through any more exploding ships." Owen said as he closed in on the bomber that was his target. "Just shut up so I can aim this." Rather than aiming at the TIE's body with the one torpedo he had left, the bomber's hull would be too powerful for one torp to take it, he aimed it carefully, pulled the trigger and watched it fly. The torpedo flew straight and fast, and hit exactly where he had planned. It hit the base of one of the bomber's wings, and the wing and bomber detached, and the TIE spiraled out of control to hit Kessel below.
"That's two imp ships down, six to go!" Owen said, pulling up from the TIEs for a moment to give R2 a few moments to repower the shield. "Anyone else want to help out, or should I take the rest of them myself?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 5:27 pm
"I have the other bomber," Zendia said.
Rusty, the masterful little droid he was, had taken the initiative to divert power from the shields to cannons. Zendia was pleased to note this, as he glanced at the targeting scope. Come to momma, you Imp barve, she thought. You've been a bad boy, and I'm here to give you a spanking! And, with that, she squeezed the trigger.
The four cannons launched crimson bolts, each impacting with the bomber wing's base.
Another burst, then, she thought, depressing the trigger again. Sure enough, this brought the desired result, as the bomber's wing fell off.
Of course, the Imps still had a thing or two for Zendia. It seemed as though one of the TIEs had taken exception to what he had done.
"Peeping Tom!" she exclaimed, "It's time to poke an eyeball!" she added, refering to the TIE's nickname. The targeting crosshairs showed true, as Zendia let loose, lancing the ball cockpit with fire. The eyeball was indeed poked!
However, the late TIE's friend had some ideas of his own, masterfully sweeping behind her, and peppering her backside with green bolts.
Still, Rusty took the initiative, appropriately giving juice to the rear deflectors. Had he been equipped with a vocal apparatus of some sort, one could assume that he'd have said something about slamming the door in the punk's face. Alas, he had to settle for an amused whistle at this time.
"Good work, Rusty - you're getting really good at this!" Zendia commented, going to a hard starboard climb. "Hang onto your iron pants!" she said, taking the X-wing into a maneuver that would have her do a dive at the TIE. As she did so, she wildly fired away, not bothering with targeting. Still, a couple of blasts managed to shred the TIE's wings, as it's pilot struggled to control his craft, effectively taking it out of the fight.
"Ok, people, let's poke the rest of these eyeballs, so they won't be peeping in on our business!" she sent a general comm on Emerald squadron's frequency.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:39 pm
"Good shots Z." Owen said as he closed in on another TIE from behind. Three flashes of red light later, where the TIE had been was an explosion, as Owen pulled away from the wreckage. Surveying the area around him, he saw one more fighter. But wait... there should be two... barely had the thought crossed his mind when he saw green flashes of light passing his viewscreen. "Uh oh." He said, when one of the alarms on his monitor went off. "Missile approaching." read R2-D17's translation elsewhere on the monitor. Pulling straight up, in an attempt to lose the proton torpedo shot by the TIE, he checked the readout. It was still coming... He tried barrel rolling, looping, and everything he could, but met with failure.
The torpedo struck the rear of the X-wing, and the readout on the monitor read his shields at 8%. "Oh Kriff." He said, looking for the TIE. It's position was reaffirmed when more blasts of blasterfire struck him behind the ship. The critical shield level alarm was blaring. "KRIFF!" He shouted, pulling the X-wing into a deep dive. "R2, divert all power from weapons to shield regeneration!" He said as he attempted to dodge the TIE. "Z, Jakar, anyone, Help! I can't shake him!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:14 pm
"I'm on him!" Zendia said, taking special note of Owen's predicament.
The green X-wing rocketed to Owen's position, as if a metallic, vengeful eagle. Zendia glared at the targeting crosshairs, as if willing them to gain a lock-on. Comming her fellow pilot, she cried, "On my mark, Bullseye, juke hard, and I'll gouge that eyeball but good!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:35 am
"Alright, say the word." Owen said, panic in his voice decreasing, but still evident. The monitor read that R2 was doing his job as well as he could, his shields were back up to 13% and increasing. "Whoever this guy is, he's good." Owen said to himself as he tried yet again to lose his pursuer.
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