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Edited to keep in line with the rest of the story. Sorry Aslan, sent ya an IM long before ya left.

**Aslan felt great be back in the cockpit again, it had been far too long and he really missed the days when he and his mates would reek havoc on OBS and other Imperial greats, they still remember the wrath of the crazed ewok and his peetree spurring him on to trash many a vet Imp pilots. Two more TI's exploded from his quads!!

All of a sudden Aslans R2 screamed as the admirals craft rolled left out of controlled and his hud dissappeard in a scambled mess!! The admiral tried to regain control of his craft but than he noticed he was being pulled rapidly into line for destruction by a skipray blastboat, several of which had hypered into the area.

"Mates Mates this is the adm*^&%*#$(#...... His transmission was scrambled, the Skiprays not wanting him to get out a call for help.

He struggled with his controls, do everything he possibly could to get the blastboat to let go, when in desperation he fires the flare countermeasure. The small explosive hit the larger fighter, disrupting the tractor and jamming beam just enough for Aslan to pull free. He looped around quickly, and fired several quad linked blasts, slagging the fighter into oblivion.

He now heard Ace's order, and nodded. "YUBYUB! I'm your wing!" He pulled his fighter around to get near Ace, heading straight into the thick of battle, feeling a greater feeling of enjoyment than he could ever get anywhere else.

Posting this for Pyn, who wrote us a GREAT piece! Now you folks know why I doctored your posts...it was leading up to this. I wouldn't steer you wrong now.

Earlier in the battle...

The red light on D'orjahls panel went green for the YT-1300 and the repulsors whined and rolled again to a halt sending the light back to red.

"DAMMIT! IF YA WANT SOMETHIN DONE RIGHT......!"

He never finnished as he ran from the console and down to the flight deck of the hangar, tool satchel beating at his side.

"OPEN UP THAT CAN!!!" He screamed.

The ship made no sound and the boarding ramp never budged. The tech reached into his bag and drew out a hydrospanner.

"OPEN THE #%^*( * DOOR )*&)()(*^!!!! " D'orjahl threw the wrench at the cockpit to puntuate his rage at the pilots with in the ship. As the flight tech vented his frustrations he heard a familliar roar of ION engines comming to life and from the rear most parts of the hangar as a camuflage painted TIE Defender was lifted from it's rack by a tractor beam and hurled out the entrance of the hangar right over his head sending the tech to the deck covering his head with his hands.
Picking himself up from the deck D'orjahl looked across the bay and saw CT at the controles of the tractor beam in the command booth.
Ct waved at the bewildered tech.
"Sorry about that" shouted the clone..."Tank wanted to leave like - yesterday!"
D'orjahl raised his right index finger at CT and prepaired to lay into a barrarge of proffanities, but was cut short by the sound of the boarding plank lowering on the transport behind him.
"I...... I'M GONNA...... I"LL deal with you later...!" he said dropping his finger and running up the gangplank.

As D'orjahl entered the main corridor he ran straight for the enginering station and saw where an access pannle had been removed and an electritians nightmare lay strung out like some sort of beast with it's entrails exposed. A light grey smoke filled the air about the station area and his eyes began to itch.
"Holy howya doins!" what IS this mess!" he stammered.
The tech began to dismiss the ship as not being worth towing off the flight deck when he noticed that the lines wern't as haphazardly strung out as bad as he had previously thought.

"O.K., thats there... this is alright,.... this looks bad but why it still looks like it's workin is beYOND me!" he knelt down and peered into the resseses of the main console... and then he lay on his belly.
"AH HA! he shouted as he reset a breaker and the console sprang back to life.
"RRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
D'orjahl soon found himself being pulled from the deck of the ship suspended by his ankles a good foot off the ground and being shaken like a rag doll. All he could see from his assalire were the hairy knees of an enraged wookie.
As the terror stricken tech was swung from side to side he could barley make out the hum and whine of the repulsors comming on line. Then suddenly as the attack came, it was over. With D'orjahl being cast to the floor rolling and not stopping till he rolled into the bulkheads. The ship had lifted off and the wookie was also thrown from his feet haveing been just as suprised as the mechanic by the sudden take off.
The wookie was thrown backwards and banged his head against the holochess table knocking the beast unconcious.
D'orjahl, shaking from one end to the other began to pick himself up.
"Thats the scarriest (*^%%^*) thing that's EVER happened to me!"

The YT-1300 shot out of the hangar to join the battle already raging out side the station.


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On the Victory Star Destroyer Dirrisive

"Captain Phantiel" spoke out the communications officer from the pit.
"Scouts have reported a station with in a clearing of the asteroid field. Our fighters have already destroyed the radar out posts in this sector and our squadrons are reporting heavy resistance beyond the field."

"Very good luetenant" said the captain almost non chalantly. The captain then turned to his tactical officer commander Heterly.
"See to it that at least one squadron makes a run on the communications array to keep them from making any attempt at distress call. Have the jamming beakons been placed yet?"

The commander blanched a bit then straightedned himself.
"The beakons are nearly in place sir. There was no indication of the size of the area of operations when we first arrived sir, so it may take some ti..." The captain cut him off.

"I don't want excuses commander, I want RESULTS! Get those beakons in place! The last thing we need right now are renforcements for that New republic station!"

The commander stiffened and then broke his silence.

"The New republic has yet to send any transmissions sir. It could be that the asteroid field is scrabling any signal for help. Though they are protected by the asteroid field they are also traped in it as effectivly. They cannot hyper out, they cannot send a signal with out an outside transmitter wich they must not have lest we would have intercepted such a signal and we have not. When our re-enforcements arrive our jamming beakons will all be in place and we will be able to wear them down at leasure. Our blockade will stop any of thier craft from making an escape and futher....." This time it is the communications officer who interupted the commander.

"Captain Phantiel, our squadrons have reached the station and have begun the straffing attacks. Resistance is high and well motivated. The station has now seemed to.. dissapear. Sorry if some of these reports seem a bit vauge sir. We seem to have lost quite a few fighters and scout ships."

Captain Phantiel only seemed mildly anoyed by this time."It's a cloaking devise no doubt, they will soon relize thier folly when we begin a turbolaser barrage into the place they pretend not to be, and since they will be cloaked they will have little effect on our ship as they will not be able to see what they are shooting at."

The luetenant continued "Also reports of......" the communications officer went white.
Phantiel began to feel anger swell with in himself.
"OUT WITH IT! WHAT ARE THE REPORTS!" he shouted into the crew pit.

"Reports are comming in that there is a capitol warship sir.... super star destroyer class"

The captain felt his knees buckle at this new information and now understood the luetenants expression.

"Were going to have to pull a full retreat if this report is accuret" he thought to himself.

The tactical commander broke the momentary silence that now loomed over the bridge.
"Sir, it dosn't make sense... no other capitol warships are reported at this location. Where are it's suport vessles? Surely they can't have THAT much man power hidden in an asteroid field and for what purpose? Outside of us just having stumbled upon..........." Commander Heterly now had a glimmering notion.
"A hiding place for a mothballed flagship wich would have nothing more than a skelleton crew! OF COURSE!!!!"

Captian Phantiel caught onto the same train of thought immediatly.

With a triuphant __expression the captain turned to his tactiacl officer.
"Commence *Operation Juxtapose*."

Commander Heterly ckicked his heels together in salute and replide.
"AT ONCE SIR!"

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No New Republic ship was close enough to the VSD let alone its hanger bay to see the small omnicron class transport deploy from beneath the warship... no one would have known that the craft had now gone invisable to thier scopes from the effects of a decoy beam. All fighters had been either destroyed or driven back into the temporary safety of the asteroid field. The tiny ship made it's treturous journy towards the center of the field.

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AND THE BATTLE RAGED ON!!!!!

Having been rescued by Ace's quick thinking, Aslan joined in the wing with a mix of squadrons preparing to make the attack on the VSD. Many of the fighters were worn and dammaged from the battle but those who were left were staging in the rescesses of the asteroids.

"Quite a mess we got out here" Aslan said as he absentmindedly counted his wings.
"I see Ace, R2-vader.... is that a shuttle!?.......where's Tank and Goku?
R2-Vader answered the admirals question first.
"Goku is off-line. His ship was last seen on collision vector with an asteroid. Probablillity of survival 0%."

The cold emotionless sound of R2-Vaders vioce over the comm cut into Aslans very being.
"NO!" thought Aslan to him self
"He must have gotten out of that A-wing...But where did he go?"

"He's not dead" Broke in Tanks voice. "I'm not sure exactly where he wen't but he's close... a lot of things happening out here. he could be on the SSD, or he could be on that shuttle...but dead he ain't! Tank went silent for a bit, and then he came back. "but it sure feel's like he wishes he were dead!"

Ace came over the comm. "O.K. great Goku's still suckin air, now button up and lets get the plan in motion... I have the Incenorator on an attack vecor with the VSD's starboard side.....what now admiral?"

Feeling much relieved over Tanks reassurance about Goku's safty Aslan began.
"Tank, fall back with all ships having ION capabillity and follow us, Ace, Have TAU keep us covered while we make the direct assault on the VSD's shield generators, attack pattern "mynock". Give em all you got so that Tanks team can have a chance to ionize the VSD and WATCH OUT FOR THE HEAVY SUPORT FIRE OF THAT FRIGGET! Have several fighters keep the frigget busy and send the shuttle to a hyper point to draw off some of those fighters... maby they can get away and go for help.

"O.K. were goin in!" with that Aslan throttled up.


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A luetenant aproched Commander Heterly. "Sir, reports indicate that the remains of the new republic fighter groups have staged a massive strike force and all evedence indicates a direct assault on the Mauler is inevitable. More importantly the SSD has begun to move"
Heterly was startled at first by the latter report.
"Move!? In what direction?" he asked.
"In our direction sir."stated the leutenant matter of factly.
Having over heard this, Captain Phantiel interated.
"Have frigget lancer move ahead of us, closer to the asteroid field. If the rebles wish to attack us directly, they will have to run a gauntlet of heavy fire assisted by our fighters out flanking them."

The communications officer now interupts.
"Sir. The omnicron transport reports a completed docking operation."

Cpt.Phantiel (hands clasped behind his back)smiled looking back over his shoulder.
"Excelent, continue with the operation."

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D'orjahl, not wanting to take any chances, found some loose cable and effectivly hog tied the unconcious wookie where he lay.
"That'll do for now"
All over the chest of the wookie was hair, matted and sticky reaking of sweet smelling rootbeer syrup.
"What the hell is it about rootbeer!?" the old tech wondered.
He then made his way to the cockpit rubbing his burning eyes, and beagn to notice his nose running and itching..."ACHOO!!!....damn, that sneez again!"
As he entered the cockpit, he saw two wookies at the controles and imedidiatly fell back into the corridor behind him.
"Holy wooly attitudes! I've been invaded!"
All around the ship out side he could hear the quad-cannons plodding away at thier targets as the battle raged on until.
**WHAMM!!!**
The deflector shield alarm was sounding from inside the cockpit and was followed by the howls of rage as the wookies told the TIE fighters what they thought about them.
D'orjahl ran back to the enginering station and set to work on getting the shields back on line.
"AAHH....hhHHHAAAAAHHHCHOOOO!!!!... DAMNIT WHY NOW!!??
He raced over the controles and diagrams trying to locate the problem of the shields.

**BLAM!!!**

" GOT(*^%#*))(*&!!!!!!!!! DON'T YOU KNOW IT!!!??? NOW YOU GUYS GET GOOD!!!" he screamed waving his fist in the air at the unseen fighter pilots.

A new trouble light appeared on the console. "Oh no, no no noooNOOOOO!!!! they just lost cannon controle in the cockpit!"
About this time one of the pilot wookies emerged into the enginering station, looked down at his compadre tide up on the floor and back at D'orjahl.
By now D'orjahl had gone past scared and angry and figgured this was pretty much the end... the end of what he wasn't quite sure. But the end of just about everything and thus he had nothing to lose.
"YOU WANNA END UP LIKE HIM!?" He shouted pointing at the hog tied wookie.
"GET YER HAIRY CARCAS BACK IN THAT COCKPIT AND LET ME WORK!"

Ofcourse what D'orjahl hadn't realized, was that the wookie wasn't looking at D'orjahl, but at Goku who was right behind the old flight technitian. Goku was an induvidual whome the wookie feared very much and was as far as he was concerned the one who had tied up his wookie friend.

D'orjahl turned back to his work and just about junped out of his coveralls at the sight of Goku standing right next to him.

"YOU!! MULLET HEAD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?" D'orjahl yelled in surprise.

Now on the other hand all Goku saw was D'orjahl threatening a wookie with being over powered and tied up. And D'orjahl sounded like he was more than ready(and willing) to do it again.

"This is not the VSD.... where am I?" Goku asked somewhat bewildered.
"oh, you been in the rootbeer too eh?" asked D'orjahl. "I'm gonna have to try that stuff, it seems to work WONDERS for you people!" The flight tech turned back to the console.
"Look kid, i have work to do... you know....WORK!?" He said looking up away from the console at Goku. "This ship has problems and it would be realy good of you to get yer butt up in the turret and SHOOT AT THE FIGHTERS WHO ARE SHOOTING AT US!!!"

Goku still a bit confused... started to say something back, but then looked at the wookie on the deck. New plan: zap over to the VSD again.... but would he end up there?
Goku had to wonder about that for a bit. And just what did D'orjahl do to that wookie?
Goku made up his mind to go with the current situation... now would not be the time to find out just what got D'orjahl all worked up.
Goku turned and began a hasty trot to the gun turret. No sooner than he sat down than the shield system hummed back to life.

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The omnicron transport docked with the unwitting SSD near a docking terminal and plugged into the ship data terminal used to preform diagnostics check for vessles bringing in cargo to the great warship. By the time the Incenerator realized the transports pressence, it was too late.

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"They have pulled the frigate ahead of the VSD Aslan" Aces voice cracked over the comm."We're gonna be getting heavy cross fire!"
The squadron was just exiting the asteroid field to make the initial assult.
Aslan came back over the link."Not to worry, we won't be easy targets for those heavy guns, it's the fighters we gotta watch out for, and if were lucky they'll take some friendly fire from thier own frigate!"

R2-Vader came on next.
"Incenerator has closed to cannon range. They are drawing up thier turbolaser batteries now."
"HA!! exclamed Ace. "won't they be suprised when they find that SSD is fully operational!"
R2-Vader broke in."Something is wrong. Why havn't the TIE fighters been harrassing......"

Too late. The massive cannons sent bolts of coherrent light streaking through the asteroid field incenerating smaller asteroids while breaking up the larger ones. Several of the TAU fighter were shredded by shards of debris from a near by asteroid and many other fighters took heavy dammage. The fighters who faired best were the fighters in the lead of the assault.

"TANK, TANK REPORT IN!!! WERE ARE YOU"Aslan shouted into his mic.

Tanks ship lay dead in pace. Bit's of debris had perfferated his wing panles.... the engines refused to work. He could hear pellets of micrometeors pelting the hide of his ship. The ion cannon squadron under his charge.... destroyed. A huge chunk of rock rolled past his view port momentarily blocking the VSD from his sight. His communications terminal was dead as well.Using the force he reached out.

The Incenorator ceased fire and began to emerge form the asteroid field and began a slow turn bringing it about with the VSD.

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"The virus planted on board the SSD was quite the success comander. Operation Juxtapose worked perfetly."

Commander Heterly approched the captain. "Sir the rebles have broken off thier attack, they apear to be disoriented by the "set back" that they have experenced. Should we contact them and discuss terms for thier surrender?"

Captain Phantiel looked down his nose at the tactical officer.
"There will be no "terms for surrender" he said gravly.
"Let the fighters finnish them off." With that, cpt.Phantiel turned and walked away exiting the bridge. As he was leaving he gave the order. "Launch the resrve fighters. I want every republic figter to be destroyed. Then we will enter the asteroid field and find the base."

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The fighters came swiftly.
Ace Had four alone to deal with and just as he drew a bead a bolt sliced right through the hull at a glancing blow, just enough to knock his weaposn off line and lose him his flight control.
"damn, this is it." he thought to him self. When two of the four tie fighters dissapeared in a blinding flash, and a third fighter was crushed by the shields of a YT-1300 as it blasted it's way through the TIE swarm.

"SORRY WE WERE LATE FOR THE PARTY!" shouted D'orjahl who now maned the communications console in the cock pit of the rusting hulk of a ship.
"IF I'M GOIN DOWN TODAY... I'M GOIN DOWN FIGHTIN'!!!!"
The flight tech had found a breath mask in a storage locker and discovered that his breathing was much easier now that he was wearing it.

"Thats great "Dorgy"!" came Aslans voice over the comm. "What happened? station life got too boring? had to live the life of a morron? I hope you brought a new fleet with you!"

D'orjahl came back over the comm. "NO FLEET, BUT I FINALY FOUND A USE FOR THE MULLET!!! HE'S PRETTY DAMN GOOD WITH THAT TURRET!!!"

Technical difficulties resolved...thread author will be hanging around for awhile...carry on everyone! ;D

> **Aslan smacks his holotransmitter and wiggles the rabbit ears (Thats right Rabbit ears!!) Dang blam RBL space operas I can never follow their complicated Plots!!! wheres my pee tree shipment??? Stupid Store!! kicks his holotransmitter again!!!

"Tweeter give me a status report pronto!" The R 5 astromech in the back of the X-Wing beeped and bleeted and whistled then the message appeared. Flight Controls Damaged, Lasers Overheated

"DAMN!!!!!!!! Well we gotta do something otherwise we're just a sitting duck here. Switch laser power over to the engines and stabalize the shields. There's nothing right in front of us so hopefully we can out run them."

As the X-wing speeds forward two purple flares are launched out of the back, catching two pursuing Squints ofguard. The first flare clipped the wing of the lead Squint, sending him into an awkward spin. The second flare hit dead on with his wingmate, unable to control his ship both collide in a brilliant explosion. With his tail clear, Hawk 2 now has time to think.

"R 2 Vader stay on my wing. Lost Flight Controls and my Cannons are overheated. Tweeters workin on it, but I've got to stay clear for at least 45 seconds for him to work his magic. *Slamming his fist against his cmd* Blast what happened back there? No Imperial pilots are skilled enough to actually hit us enough to cause serious damage!!!!! *&^%$#@!"

"Your assessment of Imperial flight skills are affirmative Ace. That wasn't a fighter, something hit you. After scanning my memory banks, it appears the Incenerator opened fire early. The turbolasers hit a couple of asteroids and blew them to bits. Part of said asteroid clipped your ship. Tau wasn't as lucky."

"What???? *&^%$#@! No Way, we've never lost a battle to the Imps! They aren't skilled enough to compete with the targeting computers and combat programming I gave each of you! What the hell happened to them?????"

"They were caught in the Turbo lasers crossfire. Never stood a chance. While our programming is superior to the average pilot, even we can't account for the unexpected." The little droid stated flatly. That cold tone struck something in the Jedi Knight that he hadn't felt for a long time.............

"Ace only Tau 2, 3, 4 and 5 are operational. 4 and 5 just barely. Mauler and I were on your wing and didn't get hit, you caught part of an asteroid. Widget and Lugnut got hit by Tie debris and part of an asteroid. They can fly but can't hold up much longer in the fight."

"Sonava!!!!!!! Sithspawn! R 2 Vader I want you to crank up some tunes on the Tau frequency. The usual mix of Metalica, AC/DC, Judas Priest, Ozzy, ect. 5 seconds till I'm fully operational again. Tell Widget and Lugnut to get out of here and back onboard the Incenerator. I want to know what happened over there. I want you and Mauler on my wing boyz, we're goin headhunting Tau Style! These bootlickers are going to pay for all the credits they cost me today!"

"Ace my scanners are picking up a small transport 5 klicks away from the Incenerator, heading back towards the Impy lines."

"That's our target. Tau 2 and 3 form up on my wing and lets get these sob's!"

With his X-wing repaired by the R 5 droid riding shotgun, Ace swung his craft around and began an assault vector towards the shuttle. Using the force to guide his reactions and movements, he blasted everything in sight. Two eyeballs heading dead on with the trio felt quad lasers rip through their hulls. The lead fighter of this group soon spotted an Impy pilot suspended in space by his flight suit after ejecting. Squeezing down on the trigger a quad laser burst disentigrated the helpless pilot. Anger radiated from the lead X-Wing pilot and a high thirst for revenge. Not endangering his RBL brethren, this new found Rage only seemed to make this pilot sharper and even more deadly!

Tanks ship lay dead in pace. Bit's of debris had perfferated his wing panles.... the engines refused to work. He could hear pellets of micrometeors pelting the hide of his ship. The ion cannon squadron under his charge.... destroyed. A huge chunk of rock rolled past his view port momentarily blocking the VSD from his sight. His communications terminal was dead as well.Using the force he reached out.

And he felt Ace's rage overwhelm him, threatening to throw him into the Dark Side with him. Managing to regain control of himself, he sent to Ace, "Ace, don't give in to hate...that leads to the Dark Side...focus. Think...why would your droid controled ship turn on us? They must be corrupted or remote controlled..."

He continued his message as he worked frantically to get his engines back in working order, hitting resets, switches, and everything else he knew. A sputter, and he felt at least one engine reignite, giving him half power. He managed to manuver his TIE Defender away from crashing into an asteroid as he checked over his damage readouts.

"Ace...you must regain control of yourself...and your ship. They'll be coming in to finish us off soon. They'll close in on the station and open fire, but if you can regain control of your ship somehow, then we'll have that frigate and Vic in a trap that anyone could dream for...trapped between the station and the Incinerator. But you can't do it if you're in a rage-filled quest for vengence."

He frowned. Communications weren't going to be coming back for awhile. His other engine was still attempting an automatic restart, but had aborted three times already. Something had to be in the system to be shorting it out. Tank pulled his fighter into a clear area and reached out with the Force to sense whatever might be causing the disruption...

Feeling Tank's force message sinking in, Ace kept blowing away tie after tie. Flying in a shield trio with R 2 Vader and Mauler, the three X-wings are making some headway and things are looking up on their side of the battle. Feeling a rush of calming come over him, Hawk 2 sits back and reassesses the situation at hand.........

"Azazell do you read? Tank......................Tank...............*static filled the comm and no reply came* Hawk 2 hailing Incenerator..................what happened back there?"

"Incenerator to Hawk 2, Ace it's Widget. We now know what happened and we are working on handling the problem. It seems that Impy shuttle uploaded a virus into the central computer. It has been quarantined and the ship will be fully operational again in 2 minutes."

"Roger. R 2 Vader and Mauler we're heading back to the Incenerator. The fighters are thinning out enough where our abscence won't hurt things. *opening RBL frequency* Aslan............... Myself, Tau 2 and Tau 3 are heading back to the SSD for support and I'm going to retake the helm. The fighters are thinned out where you guys should be able to take care of them without us out here. We'll try to get a tractor beam on Tank if he isn't moving soon."

The three X-wings snap turn and head back to the Incenerator. Upon reaching the massive starship, Ace regains command of the bridge. The virus has been stopped and the SSD is just a few seconds away from being fully operational again. Now that the virus has been dealt with the SSD starts to crawl towards the VSD once again........

Commander Heterly reeled in horror as the latest battle reports came through about the deffeat of the "juxtapose virus".
As he spun around to face the SSD through the main veiw ports he shouted his next orders.
"EVASIVE MANUVER, CONCENTRATE ALL AVAILABLE FIRE POWER TO THE BRIDGE OF THAT SUPER STARDESTROYER!!!NAVIGATION, PLOT US A COUSE OF ESCAPE VIA HYPERSPACE, AND RECALL CAPTAIN PHANTIEL TO THE BRIDGE!!!"
The communications officer spoke up from the pit.
"Sir, our re-enforcements have arrived battle group "SCYTHE" is now here to assist!"

A cheer went up through the bridge of the VSD. For with out support ships to aid the SSD perhaps their own ship might stand a chance of escape and perhaps the fresh capitol war ships may even be able to exact some dammage to the SSD if not destroy her.

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R2-Vader reported the new information.
"NEW SIGNAL COMMING IN, RE-ENFORCEMENTS HAVE ARRIVED TO ASSIST THE SVD AND FRIGATE.
LIST IS AS FOLLOWS,
FOUR ISD'S
TWO VSD'S
TREE FRIGATES
SIX CORRELIAN CORVETTES."

R2-Vader continude. They probably expected to be the support vessles for thier new SSD."