One more for the road

[Jacobi Wylcott]

“Tormentous.”

A shadowed whisper yet clear as day. The words came like ice shards conjuring up from a distant dream until the fruition of their nature was made known as the most powerful Sith in all the known galaxy delivered himself into the open. The Dark One turned to face Fett as if acknowledging his presence personally despite being far away in another ship and then his head inclined in respect - a notion never taken to another single soul.

Perhaps he would save the appreciation and honor bestowed on him for another time - for now it was a time for action. Now it was a time to make the weak suffer for the glory of the strong. “All Sith vessels. Open fire, show no quarter. The convoy’s crew is expendable - we’re only here for the ore.”

Tormentous’ Sphere shot in with his Infiltrator on its flank, both ships spat fire on a strafing run of the nearest Action V. If the convoy was going to dump and run it would be under the duress of the Sith’s lasers. Though Tormentous himself was more interested in boarding and crushing the life from these fools personally.

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DARKTROOPER ARMOR
SITH WARBOT

[Professor Mors]

And just like that, Sa’ato’s hopes were dashed like so much interstellar ice on a cruise-liner. The Dark Lord had managed to claim the first move, striking out at the lead transport with malevolent swiftness. Gunning the Mudhorn forward, the Neti’s insides turned with distaste at the impending dogfight. But then, the professor nearly stopped short. Why were the transport not angling away? Why were the scanners not picking up hasty hyperspace coordinates? Sa’ato sighed in spite of himself. Whoever these merchants were, they had moxie- or at least a deathwish. They had chosen to stand and fight, which meant a new theater was soon to open.

Once aboard his chosen target, the professor would feel much more at ease fighting on his own two feet than trapped within the confines of a cockpit. However, even if this convoy intended to duke it out rather than flee, Sa’ato knew their protectors would not allow him to dock on a whim. The professor had been around long enough to know a heavy fighter when he saw it. One lucky shot from the B-Wing off in the distance would put a swift end to this unscrupulous errand. But, he needed only distract, not sink it. Angling his Pursuer straight on with the Targon’s Tusk, the Neti waited anxiously for his ship’s missile-tubes to arm, before fiercely depressing the main fire controls.

Twin warheads zoomed hastily out from their housing between a four second interval. The first was leveled at the transport proper, while it’s sibling flew off at an angle. The hope was, if the opposing fighter pilot wanted to preserve the slower barge, he would have to intercept and destroy the first missile. And, if they did, their heat signature would draw the second in to give chase. A game of chicken, chance, and timing. Though the outcome mattered little to the retired teacher. Keying in commands to the autopilot, Sa’ato happily left his seat and traveled toward the nearest airlock, ready to occupy more familiar terrain.

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To the last Ani I grapple with thee

Stouker Concussion Rifle
Thermal Detonator
Flight Suit
P-15 Shield Generator
Protocol Droid

[Emic Lai]

The phantom taste of blood was heavy in the air of the transport. The faceless mass of marines was hungering for this; it was the only thing they thought about. The kill was the galaxy's most coveted prize.

The Solemn Quiet fell snugly into an escort formation headed for an Action V, carrying its payload of Sith to board the transport, where they'd sip tea and discuss current events. Once they were done doing that, they'd slay every living thing on that ship that wasn't a Sith. The hangar of the transport was their target. Defended sure, but not impregnable. Maybe Emic would get lucky and bag a Jedi.

The escort fighters covered their flanks as they burned engine toward their target.

[Emic Lai]

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Full Combat Armor
Stouker Concussion Rifle
Ysalamiri
E-Class Probe Droid

[Kita_Ikari]

“All Sith vessels. Open fire, show no quarter. The convoy’s crew is expendable - we’re only here for the ore.”

Silvanius smiled at the knowledge knowing she could attack. Clutching the gun's handles, she began firing multiple blast without hesitation. Her goal was to slow down the escorts and or rid of them along with the others, protecting the precious cargo from their grasp so her master could claim the goods. It wasn't a simple task though. The sith apprentice had reached out with the force, feeling the presence of jedi hanging around the vessel. "Of course…"

One force signature touched her the strongest however. She recognized it as Aliclair. "Let's see if you make it out alive this time!" she thought with a scowl as she began opening fire upon Ali's ship. This was personal.

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Lightspear
Stun Gauntlet
Plated Bone Armor
RX-24 Pilot Droid

[Ben Kenobi]

Scans were all over the place as the Sith starfighters attack with indiscriminate fire. Kalidor 02 had take the first salvo on her shields though they were holding strong, the crew however had been suddenly inspired to transfer all auxiliary power from all non-essential systems to the engines and the BFF-1 was making a slow break of speed towards the emergency jump point. Not that it would do any good if the Sith decided to board the vessel.

Ben calmed his own nerves. He was a fine pilot and being cooped up here in the lead Kalidor Freighter was making him feel rather helpless. In this instance he shut out the urgent calls for backup and he reached outward through the Force. First his efforts went to himself; if he could not steady his own nerves then he had no business helping others. This made for a nice distraction and within moments of the exercise he was clear of mind and his heart once more beating a calm rhythm.

Next he flooded his consciousness outwards to touch the minds of all those allied against the powers of Darkness. His recently learned technique during the Battle of Rhen Var washed away the worries of his crews aboard the BFF-1s and the crews of the Action V’s alike while moving in to touch upon the minds of the escorting vessel’s pilots. In concert now, the sudden alliance of those altogether were focused upon a single goal. Battle meditation was an effective tool in situations such as this. If the Sith wanted this convoy, they were going to be very hard pressed to seize it…

[Ben Kenobi]

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Lightsaber
Lightside Amulet

[Salem Norongachi]

"Here we go." Norongachi spoke as his scanners lit up with incoming contacts. Break time was over and in moments the convoy was under heavy assault, scatter shot laser fire searing past his ships hull, peppering his shields with flashes of contact blue, while he tried to keep himself out of the crossfire while bringing the Sith attackers into his.

This was only half a success, spinning his ship into an up and over a strafing attacker it gave him a brief shot in its kill slot before they broke apart in a heartbeat. Damage, although noticeable, wasn't definitive.

"Yeah I see em," Sal responded to his wing-droid, jinking the ship through the laser melee, and spoke on the allied forces com channel. "We've got assault transports closing in on the convoy. I'm diverting to assist." with that said, he pulled his ship into a sharp turn and steep dive toward the assault transports and its escorts. "T4-AT, cover my arse and when I give the signal slave my controls to yours."

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Merr Sonn Boarding Armour.
SEP-1 Security Droid

[Adar Bolner]

Adar's meditation was short lived, as his ship picked up hostile ships engaging with the convoy. Next he heard the announcement to prepare for engagement. The young padawan breathed a heavy sigh, getting ready to fight those who had already begun their assault on the cargo ships, in order to hopefully allow them to escape. For a moment he wondered who could have managed to pull together such a massive fleet of interceptors to attack a GA shipment. But as he saw the enemies ferocity, and them slowly boarding the ship, as well as the dark, malicious presence in the Force, the answear was clear. Sith.

There were a lot of Force sensitives, and if they were so keen to board the transports, it was going to end up in a slaughter if he remained in his spaceship. After all, the vessels that were not attempting to board the convoy were providing covering fire for those that had already gone in. After a bit of dogfighting, he made his way towards the transports, in order to get in. It was clear that the battle would be decided by the use of blades and blasters.

"This is going to be an interesting battle."

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Antarian Ranger Armor
DH-17 Heavy Blaster
Vibro Blade

[Annan Rainwalker]

OOC: I'll 'grapple' with you later, tree man.

Antarian Ranger Armor
Westar-34 Blaster Pistol x2
Velocity-7 Dart Shooter
Thermal Detonator
Slicer Droid