02-22-2004, 08:48 PM
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."
"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."
It's best to watch a furball collapse, analyzing the movements of the enemy. Watch how they maneuver, when they fire, how they break. Visualize your own attacks against those observations, then go in for the kill. Sometimes, though, you don't get that advantage. It's at these times where you go in guns blazing, but keep your head on a swivel.