The Last Day of the Mandalorian War - The Mandalore System
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Dav Man'Sell
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Re: The Last Day of the Mandalorian War - The Mandalore System
<<Enemy fighters are pulling back. Watch for an ambush.>>
"That was a little too close."
They don't care about their own forces; evidence if anything else that his Mandalorian movement needs putting down hard. And this strategy, they're trying to find the StealthX's, not hit us. Those laser blasts in high enough volume are going to silhouette us, and every glancing hit against our shields also acts as a ping. Give them a chance to hone in on our location.
<<They're trying to catch us out with the laser fire. Looks like they're looking to silhouette us. Dragon squadron, break formation by wingpairs, go evasive, and get in close and personal with the enemy capital ships.>>
Not that I doubted them. None the less, the Mandalorians are not going to make this easy on us.
"Riggs, bring up target beta. Range?"
TARGET BETA IS AT 89.0 MARK 46.3, DISTANCE FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVEN METERS. IT WOULD APPEAR HE IS RUNNING.
"I don't blame him."
"Sorry, bud. This is not your day."
Whoever this person is, they are good.
::Bohemian Lead to Kenobi. We're all clear in this sector. Where do you want us now?::
::Bohemian lead, Rogue Squadron are engaging a frigate formation and its fighter escort in grid eight-four-beta. I am sure they would appreciate some support.::
::Copy that, Kenobi. Bohemians, form up. We're going to dance with the Rogues.::
Re: The Last Day of the Mandalorian War - The Mandalore System
Insane.
That was the only possible word to describe the madness that had showcased itself over the homeworld of the clans. Dodging fighters, wide turbolaser bolts, whining missiles and more, Jago Pulastra scowled at how accustomed he had gotten to the cacophony of battle. War was a dominating force in the Galaxy and one that Jedi confront nearly every day, but for Jago and his friends, it had been every day. Every. Single. Day. It nearly broke them on Yavin IV, and now it was fraying at his mind once again, threatening to rip away his inner peace and send him into a furious riposte against the Mandalorian fleet.
But that would do no good: his flight needed to get close, to remain unseen for as long as possible and finish this war now. With that in mind, his flight split up as instructed from Dragon Leader: Jago wheeled off with Lita upon his wing, while Zuli and Tyrand went into an opposing bank, trying to throw the bracketing fire off of their tail. It was a good plan, but the turbolasers were everywhere: they ripped apart Mandalorian fighters. They lanced past the Dragons and into their own lines where it sheared apart lighter starfighters that couldn't even handle a glancing blow from guns so powerful. Jago had to assume the Mandalorian commander had lost his mind if he thought throwing the full weight of an artillery barrage at twelve fighters was an acceptable and reasonable solution.
They've gone mad. This whole war has gone mad.
They had already seen such desperate tactics before. Suicide bombers over Cathar. Forlon Hopes that would pierce the formations of their fleets merely to unload everything they could into Alliance vessels before they were driven back or destroyed. Arkania had given him a front-seat view to capital ships ramming one another as if they were primordially ancient sea-bound vessels, a sight not seen since the beginning of the war when the GANS Uptempo had done the same, not to win a battle but to save the evacuees of Yavin Station during the initial assault. Such sacrifice had become common: a bitter pill that was swallowed every day.
Every day.
No more: the chance for final victory was right ahead, singled out by R2-B1 who highlighted the command ship's hangar bays upon Jago's display.
" No, no Beewan, not the main hangar: we'd be chewed up the moment we got in," he sighed towards the droid's suggestion, dancing with plasma as he did.
" What about some sort of backup hangar, buddy? A cargo access bay, or one for personal shuttles. Scan for that."
His senses spiked: incoming.
<< Oen'shar, break left! >> he spread his instinct to his bonded mate, and the two peeled away from one another in perfect synchronization. Between them shot a beam that would have killed both of them in a picosecond, their fighters' shields feeling the heat from the near miss but ultimately leaving them no worse for wear.
Jago gasped for air: they couldn't keep up this constant dodging, and approaching the command ship was going to get them killed like this. A small chiming on his HUD stole his attention briefly: his astromech had found something interesting.
" Nice job Beewan - rear access shuttle bay, what did I tell you?" he grinned, " I bet it's Intalbo's personal hangar too - that should get us nice and close. Try and lock onto a nearby power source - I'm sure there's something we can smash to bring down the local shield so we can get in."
The droid warbled a nervous query, causing Jago to scoff.
" You worry about isolating that shield generator, I'll worry about whether it's a trap or not."
With his quarry in sight, Jago peeled off for a nearby wolf pack of frigates, hoping to lose the bracketing fire within a small group of Mandalorian warships. Reaching out to his friends, Dragon Five fed them the details of his plan through the mind meld they all shared.
<< Flight Two, with me - uploading telemetry data to you now: there's a rear shuttle bay on the command ship that we can use to board. We get there, blow our way in, find Intalbo, and stop this war. Watch your approach vectors and keep tight to the enemy ships where you can: let them take some of the flak meant for us. >>
That was the only possible word to describe the madness that had showcased itself over the homeworld of the clans. Dodging fighters, wide turbolaser bolts, whining missiles and more, Jago Pulastra scowled at how accustomed he had gotten to the cacophony of battle. War was a dominating force in the Galaxy and one that Jedi confront nearly every day, but for Jago and his friends, it had been every day. Every. Single. Day. It nearly broke them on Yavin IV, and now it was fraying at his mind once again, threatening to rip away his inner peace and send him into a furious riposte against the Mandalorian fleet.
But that would do no good: his flight needed to get close, to remain unseen for as long as possible and finish this war now. With that in mind, his flight split up as instructed from Dragon Leader: Jago wheeled off with Lita upon his wing, while Zuli and Tyrand went into an opposing bank, trying to throw the bracketing fire off of their tail. It was a good plan, but the turbolasers were everywhere: they ripped apart Mandalorian fighters. They lanced past the Dragons and into their own lines where it sheared apart lighter starfighters that couldn't even handle a glancing blow from guns so powerful. Jago had to assume the Mandalorian commander had lost his mind if he thought throwing the full weight of an artillery barrage at twelve fighters was an acceptable and reasonable solution.
They've gone mad. This whole war has gone mad.
They had already seen such desperate tactics before. Suicide bombers over Cathar. Forlon Hopes that would pierce the formations of their fleets merely to unload everything they could into Alliance vessels before they were driven back or destroyed. Arkania had given him a front-seat view to capital ships ramming one another as if they were primordially ancient sea-bound vessels, a sight not seen since the beginning of the war when the GANS Uptempo had done the same, not to win a battle but to save the evacuees of Yavin Station during the initial assault. Such sacrifice had become common: a bitter pill that was swallowed every day.
Every day.
No more: the chance for final victory was right ahead, singled out by R2-B1 who highlighted the command ship's hangar bays upon Jago's display.
" No, no Beewan, not the main hangar: we'd be chewed up the moment we got in," he sighed towards the droid's suggestion, dancing with plasma as he did.
" What about some sort of backup hangar, buddy? A cargo access bay, or one for personal shuttles. Scan for that."
His senses spiked: incoming.
<< Oen'shar, break left! >> he spread his instinct to his bonded mate, and the two peeled away from one another in perfect synchronization. Between them shot a beam that would have killed both of them in a picosecond, their fighters' shields feeling the heat from the near miss but ultimately leaving them no worse for wear.
Jago gasped for air: they couldn't keep up this constant dodging, and approaching the command ship was going to get them killed like this. A small chiming on his HUD stole his attention briefly: his astromech had found something interesting.
" Nice job Beewan - rear access shuttle bay, what did I tell you?" he grinned, " I bet it's Intalbo's personal hangar too - that should get us nice and close. Try and lock onto a nearby power source - I'm sure there's something we can smash to bring down the local shield so we can get in."
The droid warbled a nervous query, causing Jago to scoff.
" You worry about isolating that shield generator, I'll worry about whether it's a trap or not."
With his quarry in sight, Jago peeled off for a nearby wolf pack of frigates, hoping to lose the bracketing fire within a small group of Mandalorian warships. Reaching out to his friends, Dragon Five fed them the details of his plan through the mind meld they all shared.
<< Flight Two, with me - uploading telemetry data to you now: there's a rear shuttle bay on the command ship that we can use to board. We get there, blow our way in, find Intalbo, and stop this war. Watch your approach vectors and keep tight to the enemy ships where you can: let them take some of the flak meant for us. >>
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Re: The Last Day of the Mandalorian War - The Mandalore System
"Tok'kad bah te me'suum'ika. Muun'la te eso'ad..."
"Can'gala bah ba'slanar bal dul paru..."
"Gra'tua, A'den bal Beviin bah kot'la te payt eso. Adenn, Bes'bevar bah Cabur bah kot'la te staabi. Te ash'ise bah tok'kad aran te aloriya mes'en bal parer kot."
"Naumiit Al'verde Mereel bal rejorhaa'ir kaysh ibac Osi'kyr dajun jii bat."
"Haar'chak! Hut'uun'la Jetii and their tricks..."
"Did his high and mightiness deign to let us mere mortals know where these attackers will be coming from...?"
"Only that they come at our backs."
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