01-26-2004, 12:29 PM
D'orjahl sat back into his seat.
"Trapped." he said to no-one in particular. The Tech then began grumbling aloud.
"Trapped and even if I could leave where would I go? My ship is marked and where ever I go, the imp warlords who owned that other missile boat will be after me thinking this is their missing ship."
A query flashed across the main monitor.
**HOW WILL THE WARLORDS KNOW WERE TO LOOK FOR YOU?**
D'orjahl studied the question for a bit and bit back his initial impulse to tell the little droid what to go do with it's self.
"AWWWwwwwwwhat the hell, O.K., I'll level with you. The ship you used to to re-build my ship belonged to the "Scythe Fleet". I was stationed with scythe just before my transfer to DS-2 while I was at scythe I received an commendation and promotion for designing and implementing a transponder on a star fighter. This transponder allowed the empire to track any stolen ship pretty much anywhere in the galaxy and aid the empire in search and rescue of any lost pilot. The side effect being that they would also find the ship and whoever possessed said craft. Though not all fighters in the empire have been retro-fitted with this device, it's a pretty safe bet that this missile boat is one of those ships. This being the case, if the location of this base was supposed to be a secret, then you kin kiss yer secret good bye" D'orjahl awaited the next question to pop up on the monitor.
**HOW LONG BEFORE THE WARLORDS TRY TO RECLAIM THEIR SHIP?**
"Well if they stuck to the old imp protocol's then the search started immediately. You should know that. The tachyon signal produced by the transponder should be able to escape the asteroid field and reach any one in the empire who has the system implemented in their base communications."
No sooner than D'orjahl finished his last statement "red alert" klaxon's blared to life. Aslans comm link "bleeped" and the admiral answered.
"Aslan here."
"Admiral, an unknown frigate has been detected by the asteroid radar on the outer barrier of the field. The frigate has lunched several scout ships with TIE Fighter escorts. They are making a bee line for the radar out posts."
Aslan spoke into his comm link.
"Get all pilots to their ship's we can't let any enemy ships get through the asteroid field especially those scout ships as they will collect data on what our strength is."
The comm link came back.
"New report sir, a VSD has just dropped out of hyperspace and joined the frigate....... our radar stations just went out in that sector. Reports are coming in that our picket defenses are engaging enemy fighters. There's no doubt sir, they know were here."
The station was now on full alert and pilots were running to their ships. D'orjahl realizing what was happening started shouting.
"LET ME OUTTA HERE!!! I AIN'T NO GOOD CANNED UP LIKE A RATIONS PACKET!!!"
As the flight tech pounded on the canopy control and then later on the canopy it self, R2-Vader let go of the ships controls and the canopy lifted open. D'orjahl slid down the side of the ship and hit the deck running for the tech station prepared to assist in the in the deployment of the station defenses.
"I sure hope the other hangars are ready." said the tech grimly.
"This hangar isn't ready to be visited by a starscout troop let alone a combat engagement!"
In the tech station stood a droid overseeing the console used for hangar control and craft deployment. Looking out the window D'orjahl watched as a U-wing fighter craft lifted from the deck and clipped the stolen missile boat on it's way out of the hangar bay.
"YOU IDIOT!" D'orjahl screamed at the droid.
"CLEAR THE DECKS AND THEN DEPLOY THE FIGHTERS!!!"
The droid turned to the tech and stated in it's metaticised monotone.
"THE FIGHTERS ARE BEING DEPLOYED AS PER EMERGENCY PROTOCOL"
D'orjahl was turning red.
"YER GONNA HAVE AN EVEN BIGGER EMERGENCY IF ONE OF THOSE SHIPS STARTS ANOTHER FIRE!!!" with that D'orjahl reached behind the droid and flipped a switch shutting down the automation. He then proceeded to push the droid down into a heap and took over the console. Stabbing the intercom button he began.
"ALL FIGHTERS STAND BY. CLEAR DECKS FOR DEPARTURE, FLIGHT CREWS STAGE ALL DEPARTING CRAFT TO PORT SIDE CLEARANCE. ALL NON-ESSENTIAL DECK PERSONNEL MOVE NON-FLYING CRAFT AND DEBRIS TO STARBOARD SIDE OF HANGAR."
Droids and personnel alike began organizing the flight deck with in minutes. D'orjahl read down the flight order as the ships were lined up in the staging area for departure and the ships were ready to fly out of the hangar as he read them off the list.
"Oh great three ships ready and none of them fighters. no, only two ships ready one YT-1300 and one Lambda class shuttle. The X-wings cannons are off-line. Well we need all we can get." D'orjahl sighed heavily ah he reached for the ship intercom button.
"SHUTTLE "SLINGER" YOUR CLEAR." The shuttle lifted off and headed out.
"X-wing "yellow 4" stand down your "off-line"
"TRANSPORT "AQUALISH DREAM" YOUR CLEAR. With a moaning whine the repulsors on the old YT-1300 ground to a halt and a red light on D'orjahls display red "off-line".
"Oh, you people need to be supervised."
"Trapped." he said to no-one in particular. The Tech then began grumbling aloud.
"Trapped and even if I could leave where would I go? My ship is marked and where ever I go, the imp warlords who owned that other missile boat will be after me thinking this is their missing ship."
A query flashed across the main monitor.
**HOW WILL THE WARLORDS KNOW WERE TO LOOK FOR YOU?**
D'orjahl studied the question for a bit and bit back his initial impulse to tell the little droid what to go do with it's self.
"AWWWwwwwwwhat the hell, O.K., I'll level with you. The ship you used to to re-build my ship belonged to the "Scythe Fleet". I was stationed with scythe just before my transfer to DS-2 while I was at scythe I received an commendation and promotion for designing and implementing a transponder on a star fighter. This transponder allowed the empire to track any stolen ship pretty much anywhere in the galaxy and aid the empire in search and rescue of any lost pilot. The side effect being that they would also find the ship and whoever possessed said craft. Though not all fighters in the empire have been retro-fitted with this device, it's a pretty safe bet that this missile boat is one of those ships. This being the case, if the location of this base was supposed to be a secret, then you kin kiss yer secret good bye" D'orjahl awaited the next question to pop up on the monitor.
**HOW LONG BEFORE THE WARLORDS TRY TO RECLAIM THEIR SHIP?**
"Well if they stuck to the old imp protocol's then the search started immediately. You should know that. The tachyon signal produced by the transponder should be able to escape the asteroid field and reach any one in the empire who has the system implemented in their base communications."
No sooner than D'orjahl finished his last statement "red alert" klaxon's blared to life. Aslans comm link "bleeped" and the admiral answered.
"Aslan here."
"Admiral, an unknown frigate has been detected by the asteroid radar on the outer barrier of the field. The frigate has lunched several scout ships with TIE Fighter escorts. They are making a bee line for the radar out posts."
Aslan spoke into his comm link.
"Get all pilots to their ship's we can't let any enemy ships get through the asteroid field especially those scout ships as they will collect data on what our strength is."
The comm link came back.
"New report sir, a VSD has just dropped out of hyperspace and joined the frigate....... our radar stations just went out in that sector. Reports are coming in that our picket defenses are engaging enemy fighters. There's no doubt sir, they know were here."
The station was now on full alert and pilots were running to their ships. D'orjahl realizing what was happening started shouting.
"LET ME OUTTA HERE!!! I AIN'T NO GOOD CANNED UP LIKE A RATIONS PACKET!!!"
As the flight tech pounded on the canopy control and then later on the canopy it self, R2-Vader let go of the ships controls and the canopy lifted open. D'orjahl slid down the side of the ship and hit the deck running for the tech station prepared to assist in the in the deployment of the station defenses.
"I sure hope the other hangars are ready." said the tech grimly.
"This hangar isn't ready to be visited by a starscout troop let alone a combat engagement!"
In the tech station stood a droid overseeing the console used for hangar control and craft deployment. Looking out the window D'orjahl watched as a U-wing fighter craft lifted from the deck and clipped the stolen missile boat on it's way out of the hangar bay.
"YOU IDIOT!" D'orjahl screamed at the droid.
"CLEAR THE DECKS AND THEN DEPLOY THE FIGHTERS!!!"
The droid turned to the tech and stated in it's metaticised monotone.
"THE FIGHTERS ARE BEING DEPLOYED AS PER EMERGENCY PROTOCOL"
D'orjahl was turning red.
"YER GONNA HAVE AN EVEN BIGGER EMERGENCY IF ONE OF THOSE SHIPS STARTS ANOTHER FIRE!!!" with that D'orjahl reached behind the droid and flipped a switch shutting down the automation. He then proceeded to push the droid down into a heap and took over the console. Stabbing the intercom button he began.
"ALL FIGHTERS STAND BY. CLEAR DECKS FOR DEPARTURE, FLIGHT CREWS STAGE ALL DEPARTING CRAFT TO PORT SIDE CLEARANCE. ALL NON-ESSENTIAL DECK PERSONNEL MOVE NON-FLYING CRAFT AND DEBRIS TO STARBOARD SIDE OF HANGAR."
Droids and personnel alike began organizing the flight deck with in minutes. D'orjahl read down the flight order as the ships were lined up in the staging area for departure and the ships were ready to fly out of the hangar as he read them off the list.
"Oh great three ships ready and none of them fighters. no, only two ships ready one YT-1300 and one Lambda class shuttle. The X-wings cannons are off-line. Well we need all we can get." D'orjahl sighed heavily ah he reached for the ship intercom button.
"SHUTTLE "SLINGER" YOUR CLEAR." The shuttle lifted off and headed out.
"X-wing "yellow 4" stand down your "off-line"
"TRANSPORT "AQUALISH DREAM" YOUR CLEAR. With a moaning whine the repulsors on the old YT-1300 ground to a halt and a red light on D'orjahls display red "off-line".
"Oh, you people need to be supervised."