Star Wars: Return of the Sith

[poohlive]

Dartum

He winced as the explosion rocketed the X-Wing. He had flown too close, and a huge blast had demolished one of the buildings. As his vehicle continued to fly away, he heard another similiar one.
They had broke through the shield, and now they were going in for the kill.
"This is Dartum, Jedi knight. Everyone is to abandon immediately, the shield has been destroyed, I repeat, the shield is destroyed. Drop everything and leave now, get your butts outta here."
He dipped the wing into a sharp arch, turning around to fire at the few vehicles that were still coming ever more to the base. By now, groups of droids and storm troopers had made it past defences, and were throwing chargers into certain buildings. In an instant they fillied with smoke and fire.
He couldn't fire at them, they were too close to the base. He would probably hurt more rebels than troopers.
Turning back around, he continued to dent the attacking force, but realized even he wasn't doing any good anymore.
It was hopeless.
He looked upon the battlefield, smoke and fire billowing out into the mid-morning air. The plan had worked, one way or another, it had worked.
For some reason, he felt sick to his stomach.

 

[poohlive]

Bailen

Bailen had refined himself to one of the windows on the east side of the side, looking on at the impending doom. Some fighters had managed to supply the rebellion with back-up. Nothing very adequate, but indeed for the moment they were helping.
More ships tried to escape into hyperspace. Some did, some didn't. As it was now, debris filtered everywhere through space. Parts floating endlessly that were once parts of moving ships.
"Sir."
He looked back, as if someone taken down off of a dream.
"Someone wants to talk to you sir, a sith of some kind."
A curious look crossed over his face.
"Sith? I didn't know any were in the area. How interesting."
He looked over at the side panel, as an image appeared.
"I am in the middle of an attack," he said, almost boringly, "So, if you could be quick about whatever you want, that would be most pleasent."

 

[Dark Warrior]

Daelon

Daelon nodded to Marius in between a lull in the fighting, and the two padawans split up and started running through the ranks of the Rebels, yelling out the retreat to everyone who they came near. Some were already running when they got there, others began to run at their urging, still others remained, determined to win, even if it meant their deaths. Daelon realised he had to get back out of the way, and, when he looked back, he saw with regret the ones who had stayed being crushed and slaughtered by the hordes of droids and troopers coming on.
Daelon glanced around for Marius, but caught no sign of his friend. During his search, however, he did see Kelson, and with a sigh of relief he sprinted over to his master, having to block just a few shots before he reached the Jedi, who was fighting hard to cover the rear of the fleeing Rebels. Daelon came up beside him, lightsaber flashing around him, determined to aid Kelson in his defence of the others.
"Good to see you Kelson!" he yelled out as he continued to block away many energy blasts.

 

[Arc da Rat]

Kerra Shiran

Swimming in the state of half-consciousness, Kerra feels someone lightly touches her face & ask if she is okay. Before she could even answer another voice speaks to her mind & brings her fully awake. "Kerra wake up. I'm here." She feels another person approach her, a force-user. "She's been hurt, but I'm not sure how badly. I think we should get her back to the base." A woman’s voice states this.

Kerra a small moan, as the pain shoots thru her head & body. She opens her eyes to see the Jedi that first addressed them. “Did someone get the name of the Wookiee that hit me?” She squints. “You look a bit fuzzy around the edges, Jedi.” Trying hard to get the face above her in focus. A male voice chuckles. She tries to bring him into focus but his features are all burly. “If we are going anywhere, make it quick. I am not going to be much help, when I pass out again.”

 

[Arc da Rat]

Jono Te Aricas

They both help her up to her feet. “Kerra, do you know who I am?” She looks at the Jono & shakes her head a little. “Ow ~ No I don’t. Should I? Where is Master Tholin?” He motions the Jedi to help him take Kerra on her speeder. As they both mount up, he bows & speaks softly introduces himself. “Jedi Raine, I am Jono Te Aricas. I must ask you a favor, could you please help care for my cousin Kerra Shiran.” He motions to the figure on the bike with her. “She does not seem to know this, right now. I will follow you on my speeder & keep the troopers off you’re backs. Our grandfather seems to be capable of taking out those behind us.” He smiles & chuckles.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Raine

Grandfather?
I didn't waste time thinking on it.
"Yes," I agreed, "But hurry. THe base is under attack, and might have been evacuated by now. Let's get moving."
WIth that, I turned the speeder and shouted back to the girl. "Hold on tight!"
I kicked it into high gear, heading off toward the base.

 

[Abraxas Winterlight]

Darth Azraiel

"Then brief it shall be. I require transport to your ship, and then transport to Coruscant. I am transmitting my authorization codes to you. I realize that the codes are old, but they should justify my authority to you."
Hopefully this gets me up there. And once I control what is left of the Sith, then maybe I can save us all from ourselves.

 

[poohlive]

Bailen

Bailen cocked his eyebrow, looking at the holographic image with a level of almost amusement. He was attacking a planet, and this person was asking for a cab ride?
Not bothering to check with the codes, Bailen shook his head, "As I said before, I am very busy. Once my attack is finished, if you like, I will send down a tie fighter or something for you to go to Coruscant. That is of course, if you heed needlessly killing any more of my troops."
The nerve of this man. Sounding as if he were actually in charge or something.
If Bailen had a sense of humor, he probably would have laughed his ass off.

 

[Paendragon]

Tynan

The Talon banked around o of the enemy star Destroyers, and raked the surface with blaster fire and torpedos. Unfortunately, the damage was minimal with the Star Destroyers shields taking up most of the damage.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, came a group of three TIE fighters. Tynan banked left, than right, trying to shake them. He let himself slip deeper into the Force, allowing it to control his movements. He could feel the pilots, and could anticipate their movements, changing direction right before they fired. He was one with his ship, and his surroundings. He could feel each nuance, each vibration... he could feel fear. Fear from the boy.

It hit him then. The boy had no idea that Tynan was in control. He only saw three, now four, TIEs in pursuit. He opened his mouth to comfort the child when he heard a scream, followed an incredible surge of Force power. It hit him like a tidal wave, nearly knocking him from his seat. He turned his head toward the boy. What he saw shook him to the core. Force lightning raced over the boys skin, jumping from appendace to appendage, and his face was set in a rictus of fear...and anger.

Behind them the TIE fighters veered off course, one of them slamming into two of it's comrades, the fourth spinning off into space. The Talon itself was spinning, he realized, and he tried with all his skill to bring it out of it. He battled with the controls for an eternity it seemed, although it was probably more like fifteen seconds. Eventually, the ship leveled, and Tynan turned it hard for the planet.

He checked on Luke, only to find him slumped in his seat, a look of bewilderment on his face. The most unsettling part for Tynan was that he, reknowned bounty hunter and former Jedi pupil of the late Luke Skywalker no less, had no idea what the boy had done, or how he had done it. One thing he did know, it was of the Dark Side........... and it was powerful.

 

[Orlanth]

General Brian Anderson

The Messiah was in bad shape. The Star Destroyer hardly made the hyperspace jump. It was a very risky, and stupid move on the General’s behalf.

Going to Coruscent to see if he could take it back, if he did, the galaxy would be once again, the Empire’s… Palpatine’s New Order.

Brian had taken two Star Destroyers to Coruscent. But when he had arrived, he relised he had made a mistake, and that he should have brought more.

“Captain, get me the Captain of the Turismo.” Brian ordered the Captain of the Messiah. Looking around the bridge, Brian sighed in shame of almost destroyer his flagship.
But he was glad that he, and the two Star Destroyers had made t back to the fleet. The Moffs of the fleet will be very displeased in Brian. But at least now they knew what they were up against. 3 Star Destroyers, and a few smaller ships… Nothing the fleet couldn’t handle.

After all, the fleet had 5 Star Destroyers…

“General Anderson,” A voice over he commsystem spoke. “My systems indicate hat the Messiah toke a lo of damage. It will take months to repair it…”

“I know this very well Captain Archer… The reason I wanted to talk to you… is about what those Star Destroyers at Coruscent seemed to be protecting, did you get a clear view of hat it was?” Brian asked, as he looked out of the bridge to see the other 3 Star Destroyers in the fleet.
The huge ships were scattered in no order, basically looking at each other. ”I wonder what they will have to say to me? Won’t be pleasant, that I already know…but, there is more at Coruscent then expected…I strong Imperial presence here, but who is in charge?”

“I am not sure general, but it looked like a shipping bay…” Archer’s voice sounding unsure and confused… Archer hadn’t been in the rank of captain for long, only 6 months… Hardly long enough for an experience…
“I may be wrong…”

“A shipping bay at Coruscent?” Brian’s voice seemed surprised, but there was a hint of annoyance in it. “I doubt that very much.”

“General, with all due respect, even you were wrong in your speculation of what was at Coruscent… It may very well be a shipping bay to all we know… It was not a clear view…”

To be continued.

 

[Paendragon]

Darth Moridin

He sat in his meditation chamber aboard the Executor II feeling the flows of the Force, when he felt it. Raw, Dark Side power being used. His eyes snapped open.

"The boy," he whispered.

Just then, a light flashed on the communications console. He turned it on with the Force.

"Yes?"

"My Lord, Lady Du'Thar is asking to speak with you."

"Excellent."

He turned toward one of the holopads, and activated it, and a small kneeling replica of Lady Charis appeared before him.

"Rise my pupil."

The Sith Apprentice's hologram rose and looked up at him.

"I've just received word from Ithor, My Master," Charis' husky voice3 emenated from the small figure. "They agree to join our coalition. That brings our total to four systems."

"Excellent. The Ithorians are very influential in their region. We should expect to be contacted by their neighbors, shortly. Soon we'll install a second shipbuilding station on on of the new worlds, and our fleet will be unstoppable."

He could see Charis' smile spread across her face. It was a cold, face. "Then the Jedi, My Master?"

"All in good time, Lady Du'Thar. Continue your assignment. Are the pirate ships refitted and renamed? It wouldn't due for these worlds to figure out that we are in control of the pirates infesting this part of the galaxy. We don't want the same ships to appear each time we show up to rescue another world."

"They are, My Master."

"Good, then take the next step."

"As you wish, My Master." The apprentice bowed, as her hologram dissapeared.

He had thought about sending her after the boy, but decided against it. His plans were in motion, now, and were still too fragile. All in good time, however.

Besides the loss of the child, all was going according to his plans. Four systems under his control already, with more to follow. Then they would be attacked by an enemy... whether real or contrived, he didn't know, yet.

What he did know was when these attacks happened, they would put him in command as leader of the largest fleet in the Alliance. He would issue orders, and they would follow them. Then he would issue more. Before long they would be used to taking his orders, and by the time they realize they had given up control to him, it would be too late. His power would be secure, and there names would be so interconnected with his, they'd have no choice but to stay with him.

And if they didn't, he would take his fleet and use their own resources to crush them.

 

[Orlanth]

Darth Kane

“The Clones are ready, and heir transports are ready… You may take hem with you…” Spoke the tall, skinny Kaminoan. “The other Clones are a month away from being ready… I have to admit that they are the finest yet.”

“Very good Prime Minister, my lord will be very pleased with your work…” Kane said with a bow. “Now, if you excuse me, I am in a hurry to get back to Coruscent…” Kane sops for a moment to look at the Clones boarding the transports. “I will be back in a month to see the new Clones… My master is in a hurry to receive them… As always, your work will be well reworded.” Kan said as he walked beside Lama Su towards the landing pad…

“We are happy to serve the empire, we do our very best… I assure you, your master will be very pleased with our work.”

Stopping at the doors as they opened, Kane turned to look at Lama. “I have no doubt in that… Now if you excuse me.” With a bow, Kane runs out to his Shuttle, trying to avoid getting wet.

Kane flicks a switch on the control panel and hears a beep of the commsystem, indicating he could speak… “This is Darth Kane to all troop transports… You are to assemble in orbit of Kamino, and await further orders… We will be heeding for Coruscent…”

 

[Paendragon]

Commander Dar Thandor

The Solo answered every volley from the enemy ships with one of its own. TIE fighters disappeared in a blaze of fire wherever she aimed. But it was still not enough. There were too many. In the beginning his strategy had worked, and the Empire had suffered losses fast and furious. But now it had become a game of simple numbers. There were just too many for his small fleet to handle.

He slammed his fist into the arm of his command chair. If only he had a Star Destroyer or a Mon Calamari Star Cruiser to command! As it was, his own heavy cruiser was the only ship capable of throwing any serious firepower at the enemy. As such, the Solo had become the prime target. He had been forced to take evasive action in order to enable the shuttles to escape, and allow some to dock with the ship.

"Communications," he barked. "Inform Colonel Riekkan that we can't hold out much longer out here. If he doesn't get all personnell airborne soon, we're done for."

"Yes, sir," came the reply.

Thandor hated admitting defeat. He hated the words moral victory as well, which is what some would view this battle as. They would say that he had faced far superior numbers, and still come away with most of his ships intact, and the base evacuated; and that that was all he could have hoped for. Well, blast that to hell!

The truth of it was, he'd be forced to run from this encounter, and that, to him, was a loss. Unacceptable.

"Next time, you bastards," he whispered. "Next time..."

 

[Orlanth]

D'rack Fran'tok

The Imperial class Star Destroyer Renegade dropped out of hyperspace not far from Mached V… There were two other Star Destroyers there… With the Solo…

“Commander, open up a channel to the Solo and all other Rebellion ships… And prepare the pilots in the Tie Fighters… We’ll lunch them when I give the order.” D’rack was watching the fight between the Star Destroyers and what was left of the Rebellion. “They didn’t have a chance, blast those damn Sith!”

“M'lord the channel is open and ready.” The commander glared at D’rack in confusion… “Why waste time in talking to those Rebellion scum, when we can easily destroy them?” The commander thought as he watched D’rack moved soundlessly over to the control penal.

“This is Jedi master D’rack Fran’tok of the Imperial class Star Destroyer Renegade… We are had to assist in the retreat of the Rebellion… Tie Fighter group Blue and Yellow will be lunched to assist the Solo in its defiance… Tie Fighter group Green and Black will assault the Star Destroyers… All Rebellion ships are to continue there given tasks, and ordered no to attack any ships from the Renegade… D’ rack out.” D’ rack looked at the crew on the bridge. All looking at him, as If he was insane…
“You have a problem commander?” D’rack asked with a low uncaring voice.

“No mlord…”


“Good, give the Tie Fighters their orders.”

“Yes mlord.”

“Jedi Master D’rack,” A voice on the communication came across. “Are we glade to see that you’re on our side… However you managed to have an entire Star Destroyer at your command is beyond me… There will be time for that latter… We returned from petrol not long ago to arrive I n the heat of this attack… Even with the Renegade, we still will not hold off this attack.” The Solo reported to D’rack.

“We can not hold of that attack for ever, let alone win…Our goal is not to attack, but is to retreat… I will be returning to Coruscant with the Renegade… I suggest that what’s left of the Rebellion come with me, unless the Rebellion has so me where else in mind?” D’ rack spoke into the communication system , as he turned to look of the bridge to watc h the battle ahead…

Tie Fighters fighting along side with X-wings, Y-wings, A-wings and B-wings, a odd sight to see…

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Raine

The base was just up ahead, but troops and droids, and even TIE fighters in the sky, were making it appear almost impossible to reach.
I'll go around back, I thought. At least it couldn't be worse. I sped around, Jono close behind, blaster rounds buzzing past us, but our speeds were far too great to get an accurate shot at. Around back was a lighter siege, but not much lighter. I managed to slip between a few droid outfits and sped toward the base, blasting off rounds at the backs of the enemy as they advanced on those defending the base.
As we neared them, I slowed the bike to a stop and quickly leaped off, igniting my saber and turning to face the attackers next to my own allies, people I knew.
"Did Daelon and Marius make it back?" I asked.
"Yes," the nearest soldier returned. "THey've ordered a retreat."
"Good," I returned. "We won't last more than a few minutes more if we stay here."
As I spoke, Y-wings and X-wings and a few supply shuttles were lifting off into the air. In the distance, I saw, the defense cannons had alreay been destroyed. They'd done what they could, but the time had come to let Mached V base go and look to the future of this newfound struggle.
"Kerra, Jono, to the hangar!"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Marius

I saw the speeders moving behind the enemy and felt a touch of relief.
A few more home safe, and just in time, I thought.
The evacuation was moving fairly quickly, but not fast enough, and we couldn't just stand here any longer. How to cover our backs as we took off, though?
"Beegas," I began, speaking into the comm-link I carried on my belt.
"Yes?" His voice staticy through the reciever, which might have been damaged at some point.
"Get your men positioned for retreat. Defend the hangar at all costs. And see if you can get some of the ground units, the smaller tanks and speeder bikes hooked up to remotes, so we can defend without living personel as we take off."
"I'm on it," he replied.
I glanced around, trying to find Kelson and Daelon. They were nowhere to be seen, or maybe they were there and I couldn't see them because of some obstruction, the others rushing around the base...
They could handle themselves.
I started toward the hangar, seeing Raine and the girl, along with a new stranger, pull up behind the base.
More arrivals, I thought. Did we send out party invitations or something?
I was entering the hangar a second later, seeing a few soldiers turning toward me, weapons raised, then lowering them again when they realized who I was.
"Im workig on it," A voice said from behind me.
"I need them to hold the enemy off while the last of us escapes," I said, knowing it was one of Beegas men, working on the remotes. "I'll take off and try to buy you some time..."
I climbed into the X-Wing I'd grown so used to, pressing my helmet on my head and flipping the starter switch, breathing life into the hunk of metal.
Time to fly, I thought...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Mogo

He'd been silent for a few minutes.
Had I actually just agreed?
He was staring at a wall, perfectly still.
What had I been thinking?
Drop off the item and ge the hell out, that should have been the plan, but no, I had to accept this other job. Oh, well, at least the mechanics here were fixing the Owl, for free even, while we waited. That was something. ANd the job would pay well...
The woman in the armor stood quietly next to me, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. Her breathing had gotten deeper, and less controlled. SHe knew who this man was. WHich was good, maybe she could let me in on the secret. He gave me the creeps.
The man stood and turned suddenly, as if pinched on the back of the neck. He eyed the bounty hunter. I felt the urge to move backward, but fought it. The gold colored droid, the one who called himself C-3OP (or was it PO?) did not resist, however. He stepped clumsily backward, struck the wall, and muttered, "Oh my..."
"I have found our interest," he announced, still calm, "However, I donot believe it will remain where it is. You will take off, and head in the direction of the Mached System, and await further instruction from me..."
"The Mached..." I began. "No way, there's..."
He looked at me; I trailed off.
"A battle," he finished, as though reading my mind. Impossible, I thought, Toydarians...
I glanced behind me. Orin, full-blooded human, stood with his eyes wide, afraid. Fear breeds weakness, Ithought, even of the strong-minded.
"You've left a friend there...perhaps she can aid you in retrieving what I desire."
"The target will be my priority," Nastasia interrupted.
"But they shall be your transportation. Your ship is clearly not one they would trust. This Spotted Owl is a trade ship, not one of warfare. It is the perfect cover."
The woman nodded, agreeing.
"We will leave at once," she said.

 

[Paendragon]

Commander Dar Thandor

Dar smiled when he heard the message from the Star Destroyer.

"Send the Jedi Master my regards, Lieutenant."

His communications officer jabbered exitedly into the com, while Dar half listened as he ordered a new offensive against the enemy. He heard the Jedi Master's reply.

“We can not hold of that attack for ever, let alone win…Our goal is not to attack, but is to retreat… I will be returning to Coruscant with the Renegade… I suggest that what’s left of the Rebellion come with me, unless the Rebellion has so me where else in mind?” the Jedi said.

"Patch it through to me, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir."

He waited for the communications officer to signal him before talking. "This is Commander Dar Thandor of the Rebel Alliance. Admiral Seerk is dead, and I've assumed command of the Mached fleet. Evac is already in progress. Where we go from there is someone elses concern. If you could position your..." he couldn't believe he was saying this, "...TIE fighters in support of my attack craft, it would be appreciated. Be warned, our Friend or Foe attack computers might not be able to recognise friendly TIE's so it might be better if they operate individually from our fighters."

He turned to the Com officer. "Get the Rogues back up here, ASAP."

 

[Paendragon]

Colonel Gavin Darklighter

"Roger, Solo Mached's support craft is airborne, now. We're on our way."

He flipped the com switch to squadron frequency. "Bal, we're splitting up, high and wide. Take half the squad with you, and join the attack on the enemy fighters. We'll cover the Solo."

He waited for Lt. Bal Isalias to respond before flying out of the atmoshere, and into the fray.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Daelon

Daelon and Kelson were nearly the last to reach the hangar, their lightsabers still making a pattern of laser lights before the two jedi in their attempt to cover the others, and, now more importantly, themselves. They fought in silence, each concentrating as hard as they could as most of the enemies focused their firepower on the two jedi.
"Daelon... we cannot hold them any longer..." Kelson yelled out over the blaring laser fire.
"Time to run?" Daelon asked as he narrowly ducked under a laser blast that had somehow gotten past his lightsaber.
"GO!" Kelson called out, and the two turned and fled to either side, and then back towards the hangar. Daelon lost sight of Kelson, but knew the jedi could escape, and so he concentrated on escaping himself. He noticed with surprise that the firing at them had thinned out somewhat, and the attack on the jedi was somewhat half-hearted. Weird, he thought, as he pulled himself up into an X-wing, madly pressing buttons as the engine kicked into life. He grabbed a hold of the steering controls, cracked his neck, and quickly guided the X-wing out of the hangar doors. He gave a whoop of joy as he pulled the ship into a steep climb, before flattening out. Again he noticed that the fire directed towards him was not what it probably should have been. But for now, he was just happy he had survived.

 

[Angelus]

Bal

"Roger that lead, going up."

Bal pushed all his remaining power into his engines and flew up into space where he knew there was a ship or two waiting. What he didn't expect to see was four Star Destroyers. He flipped his comm switch to the squadron frequency and said, "Right, everyone follow me. Shoot anything that shoots at us."

As soon as he flew into the fight laser bolts were flying all around him and he manuever left and right to dodge them. Suddenly he saw an eyeball in front of him and he was about to lock it up but before he could he saw it shoot a squint and fly in to help an A-wing. Well, this is the strangest fight I have ever been a part of Bal thought as he flew behind a squint.
He flipped the comm switch, "Everyone break up into pairs and take down as many Imperials as you can get. Make the Empire think twice before attacking this planet and the Rebellion."
"Will do Nine."
He then saw an X-wing with a blue stripe down its side fly past him and knew that Aarin wanted to be in this fight more that Bal did. He turned his focus back on the squint in front of him and fired his lasers, watching as the ship tried to juke out of the way of the shots. One of them scored however on its right wing, taking the top part off. Bal watched as the TIE began to spin but before he could congratulate himself he heard a scream from his R7 Dark as laser bolts slammed into his shields.

 

[Orlanth]

D'rack Fran'tok

“Roger that Solo, all Renegade Tie’s are moving to assist the Rebel fighters… You should be able to mark a difference on radar between friendly Ties, and foe… I have more crew switch the Renegade fighter’s to show us “blue” on Rebellion craft.” D’rack said as he felt the excitement of battle… “Only if I could join in, but no, I have to stay here to keep order.” “Solo, what’s the situation on the planet, do we have much of our men left?” D’rack continues looking out at the battle, seeing fights, a hell of a lot of them…. “And what of the Jedi Council?” “I only feel… confusion down there…”

“M’lord.” The commander asked.

“Yes commander, what is it?”

“We have another group of Tie Fighters… Group Lime… They are Tie Advanced class… I suggest we send them down to the planet to cover the transports…”

“Ahh, very good, make it so commander.” D’rack smiled at hearing of the news.

“Renegade, this is the Solo…”

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Marius

"A success with the remotes," Beegas announced through the com-link, but they won't last long."
"How many more to evacuate?" I asked.
Below, I saw a distant end to the onslaught, but it was far enough away that there was no way, with the help of a God, nonetheless with one's graces, that we could have survived.
I blasted away at the ground troops, not aiming at all but just blasting into the larger groups, knowing I would do some damage.
"The last few have just taken off," Beegas explained. "We're ready to exit the planet's atmosphere..."

 

[Paendragon]

Commander Dar Thandor

"Renegade, this is the Solo, the last of the ground troops are airborne. I have a corridor clear for docking with the Solo. When all are aboard I'll be recalling all fighters, and making a short jump out of system to these coordinates." Dar transmitted the coordinates to the Star Destroyer. "I recommend you do the same. No doubt Master Kelson, and Jedi DuVall will want to speak with you, as well as Colonel Riekkan."

Commander Thandor flicked off the com to relay orders to the fleet, then flicked it back on. "On more thing, Renegade, thanks for the assistance."

 

[Orlanth]

D'rack Fran'tok

"Roger that Solo, we'll met at those coordinates." D'rack was wacthing the battle, when he remembered something... "This thing has turbolasers..."

D'rack turnd to face his commander. "Commander, move the Renegade in closer to attack with the main turbolasers... Move between the Solo and the other Star Destroys. bring us close to the Solo but not to close, I want them to be able to move easily, but I also want to draw the attack to the Renegade..."

"M'lord, the Renegade wont last agaisnt those 2 (or is it 3?) Star Destroyers, we wont be able to take that kind of punishment for long... Star Destroyers weren't built to with stand attacks from other Star Destroyers..." The commader told D'rack as he felt frigten of telling the man the news.

"Then move us out of the Star Destroyers range, then aim or turbolasers at the attacking Ties." D'rack told the commander as he looked back out at the battle...

"On more thing, Renegade, thanks for the assistance." Came the voice over the commsystem.

"I would have gotten here sooner if I wasn't attacked by other Imperial forces.... But we are here now... Renegade out..."