We find Capt. Phantiel sitting in his bath tub relaxing in a bubble bath......and singing to his "rubber mynock".
"We've got an SSDEEeeee, we've got an SSDEEeeee."
"We've got an SSDEEeeee, an a promotion just for me!"
*now holding up a toy "gundark"*
"Were gonna blow up the reeeebles,"
"were gonna blow up the reeeebles."
"were gonna blow up the reeeebles."
"just wait a bit you'll see!"
*now using the gundark to eat the mynock*
"We'll use the SSDEEeee, we'll use the SSDEEee,"
"We'll use the SS........."
Phantiel is interupted by bridge communications.
"Sir, your pressence is required on the bridge, "Operation Juxtapose" has failed and the SSD is bringing her guns to bear on us at "point blank" range."
Phantiel's answer was to sping from the water in a shower of water and bubbles not unlike a polaris missile.
"&^%$!!!"
He grabed a towle and ran for the door leaving a trail of rubber squeakie toys in his wake.
While travleing in his turbolift he could hear the laser batteries trading fire with the SSD out side. As his lift door opened he stormed out abd began to resume command of his ship.
"REPORT!" he barked.
"SIR, re-enforcement have...." the communications officer stopped speaking and save for the battle raging outside, the bridge was silent as everyone stared at the Captain wearing nothing but a towle, his hat, and clutching his rubber mynock.
Phantiel ajusted his towle in an effort to re-compose himself and rather than go into a rant, calmly told the communications officer to continue.
"Sir,.... *amongst covered mouths and snickers* we have been ordered to commence full retreat while the battle line gives us cover fire. "
Commander Heterly broke in.(barley able to contain even his own hystaria at the captains predicament)
"Our superriors belive that at this point that even the loss*sninker* of just one capitol war ship, *snx* would be too costly for our cause...... he.. hehe."
The captain was again beginning to lose his composure.
"Oh shut up..."
The combat officer in a crew pit shouted over to the commander.
"SHIELDS DOW...DOW...*starts laughing maniacaly* DOWHHWHWHAHAHA DOWN 47%!!!"
Phantiel now enraged... "JUST GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!"
Seeing the VSD in the sights at point blank range, the Incenerators gunners keep up a constant barrage of turbolaser fire.
"Ace we have the VSD locked in. It's shields are down to 47%. Our shield is holding at 95%."
"Very good, very good. We need to get that VSD before the reinforcements can get into attack position. Right now that reinforcement line is about 10 klicks out.........hmmmmmmmmmmmmm we can't take on an entire Impy fleet alone...............but.....................That's it!!!!!"
The Lieutenant sat back in his command chair on the bridge of the mighty SSD. Chuckling to himself at the meer irony of his plan, he set his subordinates into action to carry out the plot.
"Fire control you have new orders. I want a mixed barrage of Turbolaser and Ion fire at that VSD! Once the shields are knocked out Turbolaser gunners will cease fire, and we'll keep hitting it with an ion barrage. I want that ship "convinced" to help us! It may be some time before we can get our reinforcements here. Once we have the VSD disabled, I want Goku to lead a strike team to commandeer the vessel. Then I want this same operation pulled against that Frigate. The Imps won't mind to much if we "borrow" their ships!!! Hahaha"
The SSD kept up the barrage of fire as the VSD's shields kept creeping lower and lower. The enemy vessels shields now at 5% and falling.......................Ace can't help but sit back and smile as the irony of the situation hit him like a wet trout. Lets see how well they like their plan used against them!
Tank was almost neck deep in the innards of his fighter, having had to remove his small storage compartement's access panel to get to the engines. It wasn't going to be the prettiest on-the-job repair, but it would do until he could take it back to the station.
A piece of asteroid had penetrated and damaged some of the circuits of his other engines, leaving him with just one to fly with...and three wings full of holes. He'd be tinkering for a long time at the Store. THen again, so would everyone else.
"Ok...reroute through here...connect this wire to that lead...let's move this circuit board over here....that should do it." Tank pulled himself out of the recess and put the compartment panel back in place. He sat back in his pilots couch and hit the starter controls. With a sputter and a sudden jerk the fighter's last two engines roared to life.
"YES!" He cried happily as he brought his battered fighter around to rejoin the fight. "Now if I only had my comm..." As an excersice in futility he gave it a try anyways.
"Azazel to any RBL fighter or ship in the area, can you read me?"
"Tank? YUBYUB! You're still here?!?" Aslan's voice came back, surprised and joyous.
Tank smirked. "Yeah, had to go back for a quick lunch break at the Bar and Grill. Where you guys need me?"
"Pretty much anywhere. There's a lot of Imperials out there today." Ace's voice came across dryly.
"Copy that. On the way." Tank's fighter screamed into the thick of the fighting, firing away.
As the YT-1300 roared back into the fray, Goku sat in the top turret. To anyone watching, he was a blur. Instead of using the targeting computer, Goku was using his ability to sense power to lock onto the enemy craft. Then, with his Saiyan speed, he swung the turret around as fast as it could go and blasted the bejesus out of any enemy fighter.
Hearing Tank's re-entry into the fight, Goku keyed his comm unit. " Azezel, nice to see you're back. Been kinda dull out here...."
"Goku!! I knew you where alive, but where in the blazes are you??"
"I"m on the YT-1300 with D'orjahl. I'im in the top gunnery turret doing my part."
"Good, stay there for now."
"Aye Azezel. Will do. Good luck."
Aslan, hearing the Saiyan Warrior;s voice, now having proff that he was still among the living, was comforted by this fact.
Goku, turning back to his duty, plunged back into his trigger happy killing binge. TIE after TIE fell to the Saiyan's guns....
D'orjahl's frantic repairs were drowned out by a sudden computerized voice.
"Warning, dorsal shields failing. Hull damage rising."
Goku swore to himself. He looked around, but couldn't see any enemy ships. He took a chance and glanced down at his sensor display. A new ship had appeared, a small one compaired to the massive capitol ships, but a huge threat to the the YT-1300.
A Murrian transport had come out of nowhere and opened fire with an ion cannon at extreme range. The blast had pouned through the dorsal shields, colapsing them, then had followed up with a hurried spurt of laser fire.
Goku punched up the damage report in a flash. The main comm dish had been slagged. 'Not a move an amatuer would make. Those gunners know what they're doing. Delusions of Granduer. Time to give them a reality check.
Goku shouted down for one of the Wookie techs to take his place. He unstrapped himself and dropped the 10 feet to the main deck.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Goku's hair and eyebrows turned golden. His pupils went from solid black to a smooth cyan. Placing two fingers to his forehead, he concentrated hard on the battle, then finally focused on the incoming Murrian. In a flash, he was gone.
D'orjahl, who'd been working behind the Saiyan, had turned around when he heard Goku shouting, now knelt there like he'd seen a ghost, but quickly shrugged it off as another crazy Rebel thing.
Goku's feet hit the deck plates of the Murrian. He sttod directly between the two turret ladders. "Hey, meatheads!!"
The two guners looked down and up at the Saiyan with slack jaws. The co-pilot, hearing an unfamiliar voice, charged through the cockpit door and loosed a volley of blaster bolts at Goku.
The coherent light eblated against Goku's skin, not even tickling the mighty warrior. The paniced turret crew drew thier blasters and joined the copilot in shooting Goku.
"I don't have time for this...... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Goku pulsed an energy wave outward from himself in all directions. The co-pliot has hammered and slammed into a bulkhead. The two gunners dropped thier blasters as they were slammed into the outer domes of the turrets. All three men went limp.
Goku walked forward, and, gripping the cockpit door, ripped it from it's locked hinges. The pilot yelped in surprise and tried to draw his blaster. Goku pointed his left index finger and fired a small energy blast that turned the deadly weapon into a hunk of molten slag metal.
Goku picked up the pilot, tearing the restraints free, and tossed him effortlessly into the main compartment where he to, like his crewman, put a nice dent in a rear bulkhead and went limp.
Goku hopped down into the pilot's chair and keyed the comm system. "YT-1300, this is the Murrian transport vectoring in on you. It's me, Goku. I've "borrowed" this ship from it's owners. I think we might be able to use it against the Vic.
"Databanks say that this thing's from the Vic, and it has all the proper clearance codes. All we have to do is get a team on here and we can take it without them knowing until it's to late."
The skilled veteran pilot screamed his woodland-camo-painted Tie Defender back into the fray. Ducking shots using gentle jukes of the stick elongated the lines of fire around his canopy. And then he saw it:
A flash and then a streak of light that seared through the battle lines and came out of hyperspace, a flaming wreck of a craft that could only be--
"Vapor...I didn't realize it was that time again."Tanker said low under his voice.
There was no communique from the near derelict X-Wing that left an Ion trail in its wake. Only a seemengly despereate bee-line for the RBLHome hangars. The VSD was nearly disabled and began to lose helm control. Though her turrets still opened fire, their accuracy dwindled with each wave of attacks from the RBL pilots.
The other pilots watched as the crippled ship moved across their fields of view.
Warning lights flashed before his eyes. He squinted to make out the meatball on the ILS. A computerized warning light came on for velocity "You're fast, slow down. You're fast, slow down."
"He's gonna blow a hole in the back of the hangar." Tanker muttered.
"Vapor. Good to see you again. But your ship has seen better days it seems" Acehigh said with a smile.
"Ill talk when I get her in. With any luck she wont rip the hanger a new one." Vapor replied.
A lone Tie dropped in on Vapor's six and fired a concussion missle.
"Uhm guys. I'm out of countermeasures!" Vapor exclaimed
No one was close enough to Vapor to block the shot. Tank's jaw dropped. He turned and targeted the missle bound for Vapor's heat signature but it was out of range. He reached into the force and felt around inside the missle's guidance system. He clenched down on the ergo-hydraulics and spoke into Vapor's mind:
"Bank now."
"I cant. My controls are shot." Vapor replied
Tanker reached deeper and began to turn the missle slowly but too slowly. It would impact in seconds. And then a violent fury began to consume him. A feeling of helplessness that only fueled a rage he had worked so hard to control. In a flash the missle was consumed in flames.
The shockwave impacted the hull of the already crippled ship.
"Thanks Tank but that mightve been too much"
Vapor blinked. "Eject. Eject. Eject."
Vapor's X exploded...
T/B/C
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okay breathe...its not the first time ive died cmon. LoL...
"Vapor!" Ace shouted.
The poof of flying ship parts expanded almost in slow motion before their eyes. When it had seemed like an entire hour had passed everyone realized that they were still being fired at.
"Dammit!" Tanker dropped back in behind another bandit with liquid precision. With his mind he banked his shots so they followed their targets through their evasions. In single-fire mode Tanker became a glorified killing machine racking up a splashed bandit with every shot. He fought his way in a path behind the SSD and toward RBLHome. Eventually he stopped firing though his missed shots were still redoubling themselves and searching for more targets to wipe from the stars. He arrived at RBLHome to find the debris scattered about meters in front of the hangar doors. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Agh...Ugh...Better late than never man."
Tanker looked up. Resting--rather embedded in the floor of the hangar bay was a 5 meter long escape pod encased in a cloud of smoke. Tanker opened his mouth but no words came. He wiped a good amount of sweat from his brow, grinned and banked back into the fray.
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pick up wherever you left off...
**lol, and I thought Wraith was the master of the rough landing lol. Waiting on Pyn now, whenever he's able.
Glad to see you're still alive and kicking Vape.
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what the crap, the RBLHome cloaking device is down??
It shouldnt compromise the situation too much. A cloak wouldnt do much anyway with all of this "Sudden Empire Intelligence Overflow" Besides even without a cloak the sucker is armed to the teeth and has an SSD guarding it...which to me sounds like overkill to begin with...Anyone who's played BoP knows what im talkin about..
And thats also assuming all of the fighter wings we have scrambled came from the SSD and not from RBLHome which would immediately paint this huge empty portion of the asteroid field as some cloaked rebel base...
Oh not to mention you all could just say that its a variable cloaking field which allows us to decloak and recloak sections of the station...but that shouldnt be necessary...
Oorah Carry on!