~ It was too late to send her back. They were too far from the Temple by now, and any deviation from their course could have brought attention.
And yet ... he did not want to. The way she slid right into the Number Six position, his partner as he lead the three Flights of Dragon Squadron outwards to greet their comrade; It felt right, more than anything else had in the past week.
Well, except for the kiss. But here, within the stars, with her on his wing, there was simply something oddly poetic about it to Jago. When their minds finally touched, her folding into the all-encompassing meld in a flawless transition, something sparked inside him. To feel her in this way, to know more intimately than any touch or word could possibly share. It was perfect. His thoughts guided her hands, showing her without needing to tell her a single thing. Her eyes became his, and their ears stretched into his Flight, and the Flight's wings turned at the same moment that the other two did.
Precision in grace. Grace in precision. The stars ahead were gorgeous, every fighter engaging its cloaking systems to blend into the majesty of the Universe once the mesosphere had been breached. The Mandalorians formed an iron wall around their tiny gem in this distant corner of the Galaxy, but Jago paid them no mind. He sailed into the embrace of the void, a cold, empty thing that radiated brilliance. Every light in the sky was a star, and every star was the forge upon which creation came into being. He worried naught, for his Lover, reckless and headstrong as she may have been in her actions, was the shield of his wings now, guarding them with that same tenacity.
No, there was nothing to worry about as the twelve fighters came soaring out towards the rendezvous point. Nothing at all.
He was going Home.
In the distance, the Mandalorians were responding to the brave souls that made to cause a distraction. They were putting themselves in grave danger, just so one Jedi could return home. Jago Pulastra saluted them in their effort: these men and women continued to show just how weak and flawed he really was. When he doubted, they persevered. When he fell, they stood tall. The Jedi was showing cracks in his armor, and yet they were indomitable, these ardent defenders of Yavin IV. He loved them all, as close as any family could possibly be.
They would not do this alone.
His mind, more than anything, caught the hyperspace rupture in front of them. They were at the meeting point, and life was filling into the void. Bright light through his otherworldly perception: people. Jedi among them. A freighter and a starfighter. Even those, too, he could feel through The Force: the hum of a hyperdrive, the gentle pulsing of an engine, these spoke to him. Everything touched The Force. Everything. To the Master Sentinel of Yavin IV, this was especially true.
The thought made him look over his left shoulder.
Even you, oen'shar. Even you.
His gaze turned back towards the front, to where the others were coming towards them. To be brought home ... to a place filled with strife and war, darkness and death, for no other reason other than it was their home. He, tactically, knew Ronan should not have been here, but damnit it all it felt right. Just like Lita on his Wing, just like flying with a full Squadron again, there were certain things that were undeniably right to Jago Pulastra.
He stretched out with his feelings towards the other ships, letting them brush upon his own perceptions, opening the door for them. With a warm smile, he waved them inside, inviting them to join in on the full awareness that was the eyes and ears of The Dragon.
Welcome Home ...
Jago put his fighter into a lazy circle around the freighter, giving Ronan and his crew a wag of his wings (impossible as it may have been to see), before arcing high above them and taking the nose of the formation from this perch. The Jedi Ace flashed his thoughts to the others, letting them see the map of space in his mind's eye. How First Flight should be below but drifting outwards to the edge closest to battle. How Third should bring itself behind and at even level with the freighter, to protect it from all sides.
It was time. Their escort began, with Jago getting the best view in the house: unfiltered sight to the slowly twirling jewel of Yavin IV, so ... raw, pristine ... powerful. How he wanted to just tear away, to circle his home forever amongst these stars, to become a guardian angel along the paths of these moons rather than a reaper on the fields below. That desire to protect, to safeguard, was hard to suppress, and more than likely flitted its way towards the emotions of the other around him: Jago, after his rebirth, was never good at hiding his incredibly potent feelings.
And he was okay with that. Especially now. Ronan and Joshua were home. The members of Yavin IV, together again. They were unbeatable, now. Nothing in the cosmos could threaten what was before them, not the blockade, not the Mandalorians, the Sith, nothing.
He was supremely serene here, in his fighter. They were going to make it, come what may.
He was Jago Aurios Pulastra, and his was the fighter that would Pierce the Heavens. ~
Open Orbit
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Tebana Sor
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Re: Open Orbit
There they were. The joining of minds was a true thing of beauty to behold. To be locked through emotion and extended being in this union of existence forming something completely new, however, was fragile.
Like the wings of a butterfly, subjected to its own physicality, its own laws, its own beautiful illogical reality, yet so vulnerable, so easily unstabilised, so easily broken, a Jedi mind meld followed its own rules and every joining consciousness had, with all its history, its fears and pains, held combined strength and ruin for all of them.
Here they all were. In the meld and outside. With all their Force senses so open and receptive Ronan and Joshua’s arrival registered and it sent a smile on her face. He was alive. And well. So very, very tense… but whole. Joshua Kiera Solo. Dav’s former apprentice. One of their brightest minds, graced with so much potential and so much history. A friend, and in so many ways a son in the Force. He was coming to Yavin to defend. And Ronan, now that he was here, he immediately filled the space he had always held with so much light and so much verve.
Here they all were, following Dav’s suggestive flight paths and Jago’s line of manoeuvre. This was the time they were throwing a rock at their cage. Testing what would bounce back at them. Praying to make an impression on their cagers in passing.
And here they were. At the edge of a unified Jedi perceptive field. Hundreds, thousands of minds, existences buzzing aboard numbers on numbers of ships, ready to strike oblivion just as Vett had promised them. For glory and redemption.
Not long now. The path between the tight formation that was completely invisible to sensors and even the most proficient eye and their foes was nearing firing distance.
Not long now.
Like the wings of a butterfly, subjected to its own physicality, its own laws, its own beautiful illogical reality, yet so vulnerable, so easily unstabilised, so easily broken, a Jedi mind meld followed its own rules and every joining consciousness had, with all its history, its fears and pains, held combined strength and ruin for all of them.
Here they all were. In the meld and outside. With all their Force senses so open and receptive Ronan and Joshua’s arrival registered and it sent a smile on her face. He was alive. And well. So very, very tense… but whole. Joshua Kiera Solo. Dav’s former apprentice. One of their brightest minds, graced with so much potential and so much history. A friend, and in so many ways a son in the Force. He was coming to Yavin to defend. And Ronan, now that he was here, he immediately filled the space he had always held with so much light and so much verve.
Here they all were, following Dav’s suggestive flight paths and Jago’s line of manoeuvre. This was the time they were throwing a rock at their cage. Testing what would bounce back at them. Praying to make an impression on their cagers in passing.
And here they were. At the edge of a unified Jedi perceptive field. Hundreds, thousands of minds, existences buzzing aboard numbers on numbers of ships, ready to strike oblivion just as Vett had promised them. For glory and redemption.
Not long now. The path between the tight formation that was completely invisible to sensors and even the most proficient eye and their foes was nearing firing distance.
Not long now.
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Dav Man'Sell
- Jedi Battlemaster
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- Joined: Thu Nov 14, 2013 12:18 am
Re: Open Orbit
Stars.
Stars in their multitude, scarce to be counted. Dav knew the official figures rated the Galaxy as some four hundred billion stars, all in, but that fact seemed almost unverifiable to the mortal mind. He was quite sure that somewhere among them, someone somewhere could inform him precisely how that number had been decided upon, and that somewhere in the twenty-five thousand year history of the Old Republic, some organisation or another had set about scouring the skies and counting that number. It was possible, entirely so, that a Jedi had been involved in the endeavour. But these were all guesses on his part, information he didn't have, to explain a fact he knew but could not tell the history of.
And yet, at times, he touched them all, all four hundred billion. Those times when he was surrendered to the Force in its entirety, those times when he was no longer just a mortal mind, in one place, but a spirit of the infinite, awash in the unifying energy field that empowered him. In that time, he didn't know that number as just an estimated fact, but as a truth.
As they cleared the atmosphere, those stars had filled his eyesight, even as the meld formed around him. The minds of the other Jedi, touching his, expanding awareness and co-ordination between them to untold heights. He had sensed the peak of emotions from Jago upon recognising Lita, the sensation of emotions flowing back from her to him, the acceptance. He thought he sensed, also, the hint of an empathic raised eyebrow in his direction from the White Haired Jedi Master, but that could well have been Dav's imagination. And then it had all become something that was accepted. Lita's presence, as a Dragon, accepted as fact, just as those four hundred billion stars were.
Now they sat, and past the curve of the gas giant, and the orbs of the other moons, and the harshly angled metal shapes of the Mandalorian blockade, sat the stars. Silent, sure, filling the darkness with their light. It was peaceful. For the first time in almost a week, for those twenty or so minutes of floating, invisible, in that vacuum, Dav Man'Sell felt at peace.
Then those stars had warped, and out of them, the YT-1000 Freighter, and it's lone, XJ7 X-Wing escort, blasted into the system. Dav lifted his restful head from his seat in response, and took a moment to look at the craft.
That must be it.
The arrival of the freighter brought an end to the Jedi Master's quiet meditation. He drew his focus back into the Jedi Meld, and his thoughts back into the moment. He looked past the freighter, out at the Mandalorian battleships. Seeing them there, in person, was a sobering sight. He'd read the estimated numbers, of course. Studied the scans himself. Numbers on a screen, digitised scans, they were all fine and dandy, but until you actually looked upon them with your own eyes, until you witnessed for yourself the size of what you were facing, it was hard to appreciate the scope. Most of the Mandalorian ships were relatively static, maintaining a geosynchronous orbit, creating a vast web of hard and deadly battleships to prevent anyone coming in or out of the system. A few, though, had begun to break rank, turning to head for the skirmish evolving at the far side of the forth moon, where Galactic Alliance ships were exchanging shots with their Mandalorian counterparts.
As if to confirm the identity of the freighter and its escort, he felt the presence of Joshua and Ronan joining his meld. He gave a small smile to himself, their familiar presences, which had been poignantly absent so far in the siege, giving him some degree of comfort. He shifted his throttle up, planting a nudged thought into the minds of the rest of his flight group. He sent a telepathic nod in response to Jago's suggestion, agreeing on his assessment, and led the four fighters of first flight down beneath the freighter, at a distance of a few hundred meters. Ronan was running the freighter full out, eating up space between his point of arrival and the moon as quickly as the old Corellian ship could manage. It wasn't exactly a challenge for the X-Wings to keep up, of course, as the state of the art fighters had significantly higher top speeds than Ronan's ship, but the sudden leap in speed, and the need to ract fast, triggered a momentary flash of surprise in a few of the minds in the squadron, particularly in Whyren and Ehrik, who were not receiving the same co-ordinated thinking the Jedi were acting upon. None the less, a gentle probe in the Force told him that the two non-Force pilots had kept up with their wingmates just fine. Even with the difficulty of eyeballing a StealthX, they had managed to keep a bead on what was going on and where they needed to go.
Dav was, frankly, rather impressed with them both. They were managing better than even he had anticipated.
<<Eyes sharp, Dragons. We'll probably only get a few minutes before Ronan is spotted.>>
Ordinarily, projected telepathy wasn't his suit. But within the Force Meld, he could convey messages as though spoken, he could plant images as clear as the sharpest hologram, he could shape thoughts and impressions and convey in an instant any level of idea. And that was just the start. The deeper they surrendered into the meld, the more synchronised they became. Decisions could be made under the combined insight and wisdom of all their minds, all their experience, and they could see through every pilot's eyes at once, react to all their experiences. It was not without it's risks, of course, and complete surrender of self could lead to unfortunate side effects, but in extreme circumstances, the level of coordination involved was unparalleled by even the most sophisticated of automatic battle computers.
Together, the thirteen X-Wings and the YT-1000 freighter burned up space. The more distance they could cover before being intercepted, the less time they'd have to spend defending the freighter, and the better of they'd be.
The Galactic Alliance ships were just entering weapons range of the first battleship. Ptrelli sat in the command chair on the bridge of the Argentine, surrounded by fleet command data screens, staring down the enemy ship, which had begun back-peddling like crazy, in an attempt to draw them in to the Mandalorian web, buy themselves some time, and trap them in the blockade. Ptrelli saw all this, but pressed on anyway, drawing closer, allowing the enemy ships to start to close on either side of his attack group. That was rather the point of the exercise, after all.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"Dip our nose, twenty degrees. Clear a line of sight for the Legacy. Ready all batteries for Alpha Strike."
He shot a glance to his left as his commands were actioned. The Keldabe-class ship had begun to deploy fighters.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"Signal Legacy to deploy Interceptors. A- and E-Wing Squadrons. Bring the Bird's Eye and the End of All down below our mainline, signal them to prepare to engage the enemy starfighters once they reach two klicks from us."
He glanced at the rangefinder, before returning his eyes straight ahead. His fist tightened where his arm rested on the arm of his seat. Off to his right, he was given confirmation that the Argentine had cleared the Dragon's Legacy's forward firing arc.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"All batteries. Fire."
The mission clock ticked past its second stage. Ronan, Joshua, and the two spies would be entering the system at that moment.
Ptrelli gave a small smile, as he watched the Mandalorian fleet converge and focus on him.
Stars in their multitude, scarce to be counted. Dav knew the official figures rated the Galaxy as some four hundred billion stars, all in, but that fact seemed almost unverifiable to the mortal mind. He was quite sure that somewhere among them, someone somewhere could inform him precisely how that number had been decided upon, and that somewhere in the twenty-five thousand year history of the Old Republic, some organisation or another had set about scouring the skies and counting that number. It was possible, entirely so, that a Jedi had been involved in the endeavour. But these were all guesses on his part, information he didn't have, to explain a fact he knew but could not tell the history of.
And yet, at times, he touched them all, all four hundred billion. Those times when he was surrendered to the Force in its entirety, those times when he was no longer just a mortal mind, in one place, but a spirit of the infinite, awash in the unifying energy field that empowered him. In that time, he didn't know that number as just an estimated fact, but as a truth.
As they cleared the atmosphere, those stars had filled his eyesight, even as the meld formed around him. The minds of the other Jedi, touching his, expanding awareness and co-ordination between them to untold heights. He had sensed the peak of emotions from Jago upon recognising Lita, the sensation of emotions flowing back from her to him, the acceptance. He thought he sensed, also, the hint of an empathic raised eyebrow in his direction from the White Haired Jedi Master, but that could well have been Dav's imagination. And then it had all become something that was accepted. Lita's presence, as a Dragon, accepted as fact, just as those four hundred billion stars were.
Now they sat, and past the curve of the gas giant, and the orbs of the other moons, and the harshly angled metal shapes of the Mandalorian blockade, sat the stars. Silent, sure, filling the darkness with their light. It was peaceful. For the first time in almost a week, for those twenty or so minutes of floating, invisible, in that vacuum, Dav Man'Sell felt at peace.
Then those stars had warped, and out of them, the YT-1000 Freighter, and it's lone, XJ7 X-Wing escort, blasted into the system. Dav lifted his restful head from his seat in response, and took a moment to look at the craft.
That must be it.
The arrival of the freighter brought an end to the Jedi Master's quiet meditation. He drew his focus back into the Jedi Meld, and his thoughts back into the moment. He looked past the freighter, out at the Mandalorian battleships. Seeing them there, in person, was a sobering sight. He'd read the estimated numbers, of course. Studied the scans himself. Numbers on a screen, digitised scans, they were all fine and dandy, but until you actually looked upon them with your own eyes, until you witnessed for yourself the size of what you were facing, it was hard to appreciate the scope. Most of the Mandalorian ships were relatively static, maintaining a geosynchronous orbit, creating a vast web of hard and deadly battleships to prevent anyone coming in or out of the system. A few, though, had begun to break rank, turning to head for the skirmish evolving at the far side of the forth moon, where Galactic Alliance ships were exchanging shots with their Mandalorian counterparts.
As if to confirm the identity of the freighter and its escort, he felt the presence of Joshua and Ronan joining his meld. He gave a small smile to himself, their familiar presences, which had been poignantly absent so far in the siege, giving him some degree of comfort. He shifted his throttle up, planting a nudged thought into the minds of the rest of his flight group. He sent a telepathic nod in response to Jago's suggestion, agreeing on his assessment, and led the four fighters of first flight down beneath the freighter, at a distance of a few hundred meters. Ronan was running the freighter full out, eating up space between his point of arrival and the moon as quickly as the old Corellian ship could manage. It wasn't exactly a challenge for the X-Wings to keep up, of course, as the state of the art fighters had significantly higher top speeds than Ronan's ship, but the sudden leap in speed, and the need to ract fast, triggered a momentary flash of surprise in a few of the minds in the squadron, particularly in Whyren and Ehrik, who were not receiving the same co-ordinated thinking the Jedi were acting upon. None the less, a gentle probe in the Force told him that the two non-Force pilots had kept up with their wingmates just fine. Even with the difficulty of eyeballing a StealthX, they had managed to keep a bead on what was going on and where they needed to go.
Dav was, frankly, rather impressed with them both. They were managing better than even he had anticipated.
<<Eyes sharp, Dragons. We'll probably only get a few minutes before Ronan is spotted.>>
Ordinarily, projected telepathy wasn't his suit. But within the Force Meld, he could convey messages as though spoken, he could plant images as clear as the sharpest hologram, he could shape thoughts and impressions and convey in an instant any level of idea. And that was just the start. The deeper they surrendered into the meld, the more synchronised they became. Decisions could be made under the combined insight and wisdom of all their minds, all their experience, and they could see through every pilot's eyes at once, react to all their experiences. It was not without it's risks, of course, and complete surrender of self could lead to unfortunate side effects, but in extreme circumstances, the level of coordination involved was unparalleled by even the most sophisticated of automatic battle computers.
Together, the thirteen X-Wings and the YT-1000 freighter burned up space. The more distance they could cover before being intercepted, the less time they'd have to spend defending the freighter, and the better of they'd be.
The Galactic Alliance ships were just entering weapons range of the first battleship. Ptrelli sat in the command chair on the bridge of the Argentine, surrounded by fleet command data screens, staring down the enemy ship, which had begun back-peddling like crazy, in an attempt to draw them in to the Mandalorian web, buy themselves some time, and trap them in the blockade. Ptrelli saw all this, but pressed on anyway, drawing closer, allowing the enemy ships to start to close on either side of his attack group. That was rather the point of the exercise, after all.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"Dip our nose, twenty degrees. Clear a line of sight for the Legacy. Ready all batteries for Alpha Strike."
He shot a glance to his left as his commands were actioned. The Keldabe-class ship had begun to deploy fighters.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"Signal Legacy to deploy Interceptors. A- and E-Wing Squadrons. Bring the Bird's Eye and the End of All down below our mainline, signal them to prepare to engage the enemy starfighters once they reach two klicks from us."
He glanced at the rangefinder, before returning his eyes straight ahead. His fist tightened where his arm rested on the arm of his seat. Off to his right, he was given confirmation that the Argentine had cleared the Dragon's Legacy's forward firing arc.
=Commodore Ptrelli Stargazer=
"All batteries. Fire."
The mission clock ticked past its second stage. Ronan, Joshua, and the two spies would be entering the system at that moment.
Ptrelli gave a small smile, as he watched the Mandalorian fleet converge and focus on him.
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Corr Vhett
- Ori'buyce, kih'kovid
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Thu Nov 14, 2013 1:58 am
Re: Open Orbit
"Incoming fire!"
=Dax Corton=
"Forward shields down to thirty two percent..."
=Dax Corton=
"They can't cope with that much fire. Several shots got through and reports of extensive damage are coming in... We cannot take another hit like that."
=Finn Lesko=
"Fire both mass drivers down the throat of that Nebula. See if we can make it flinch, or at least soften it up some... Roll the ship and present them with our belly. All guns to fire as we bear. Fighters are to flank wide, Gladiators left Bes'uliike right, but are to avoid engaging. See if they can disperse any enemy fighters from massing for an attack."
=Finn Lesko=
"What news of an ee tee aye on our support?"
=Sheela Forlam=
"Morut is closing. They will be able to assist in approximately eleven minutes... Adenn a bit longer. Just under fifteen minutes."
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"Well where are you going, little fish...?"
"Order the Bessies to launch and intercept those ships. Destroy the X-Wing and order the freighter to prepare for boarding. If the latter resists destroy it."
=Dax Corton=
"Forward shields down to thirty two percent..."
=Dax Corton=
"They can't cope with that much fire. Several shots got through and reports of extensive damage are coming in... We cannot take another hit like that."
=Finn Lesko=
"Fire both mass drivers down the throat of that Nebula. See if we can make it flinch, or at least soften it up some... Roll the ship and present them with our belly. All guns to fire as we bear. Fighters are to flank wide, Gladiators left Bes'uliike right, but are to avoid engaging. See if they can disperse any enemy fighters from massing for an attack."
=Finn Lesko=
"What news of an ee tee aye on our support?"
=Sheela Forlam=
"Morut is closing. They will be able to assist in approximately eleven minutes... Adenn a bit longer. Just under fifteen minutes."
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"Well where are you going, little fish...?"
"Order the Bessies to launch and intercept those ships. Destroy the X-Wing and order the freighter to prepare for boarding. If the latter resists destroy it."
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Joshua Kierra-Solo
- Posts: 51
- Joined: Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:41 am
Re: Open Orbit
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:: Do you see what I see? ::
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Ronan Starflare
- TORPEDO!
- Posts: 94
- Joined: Thu Nov 14, 2013 2:34 am
Re: Open Orbit
:: Do you see what I see? ::
::I see them. Stang.::
<<Need help. Going evasive. Keep them off me.>>
Veren, Eee-Tee-Ay on those Bessies?"
"Twenty seconds max. They're faster than us."
"Hang on.
::Going evasive Wayward One, stay with me!::
=Captain Stanton=
"Full ahead. Close the gap."
=Legacy Comms Officer=
"Captain! The Commodre has ordered us to launch fighters! A- and E-wings!"
=Captain Stanton=
"Go on then. Launch them."
=Legacy Starfighter Control=
"Captain, Captains Naa and Kurn are requesting launch clearance."
=Captain Stanton=
"Deny them. We'll await orders from the Argentine. Only launch them if the ship comes under immediate threat."
=Captain Stanton=
"All batteries, open fire. Slag that Kedalbe."
::I see them. Stang.::
<<Need help. Going evasive. Keep them off me.>>
Veren, Eee-Tee-Ay on those Bessies?"
"Twenty seconds max. They're faster than us."
"Hang on.
::Going evasive Wayward One, stay with me!::
=Captain Stanton=
"Full ahead. Close the gap."
=Legacy Comms Officer=
"Captain! The Commodre has ordered us to launch fighters! A- and E-wings!"
=Captain Stanton=
"Go on then. Launch them."
=Legacy Starfighter Control=
"Captain, Captains Naa and Kurn are requesting launch clearance."
=Captain Stanton=
"Deny them. We'll await orders from the Argentine. Only launch them if the ship comes under immediate threat."
=Captain Stanton=
"All batteries, open fire. Slag that Kedalbe."
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Tebana Sor
- Posts: 57
- Joined: Thu Apr 10, 2014 6:40 pm
Re: Open Orbit
“Here they come.”
Tebana muttered the words to herself, knowing they would register in the Force meld as nothing more than acknowledgement of Ronan’s alarm and Joshua’s warning.
One dozen was nothing. And where there was only one dozen against a single freighter and a starfighter, there would be several dozens more once the enemy caught on to the presence of three flights of Jedi fighters accompanying the intrusion.
She allowed herself to admire the beauty of the deployment of one of the most dangerous fighters in the galaxy. The dreaded Bes’uliik wasn’t a particularly beautiful or visually balanced ship, but it had its charm. And on this particular day their formation was impeccable.
The element of surprise was on the Jedi side for this first run, once the first laser was shot, things would quickly turn on them and apprehension started to settle in the Force as Dav conveyed his direct orders and pilots acknowledged each in their own way.
The three flights separated as Jago - a steely confidence filling up the Force as he went - flew ahead to poke directly at the bars that held them all captive and bend them as far as they could.
Tebana changed the scale of her tactical display to account for the incoming vessels as she followed Dav’s trajectory to open up a large flank to Jago’s first encounter.
The screen rendered what she could feel through the Force and what the small fibre of Corellia that stubbornly wouldn’t leave her, but would always laugh at… odds… outnumbered three to one.
Tebana muttered the words to herself, knowing they would register in the Force meld as nothing more than acknowledgement of Ronan’s alarm and Joshua’s warning.
One dozen was nothing. And where there was only one dozen against a single freighter and a starfighter, there would be several dozens more once the enemy caught on to the presence of three flights of Jedi fighters accompanying the intrusion.
She allowed herself to admire the beauty of the deployment of one of the most dangerous fighters in the galaxy. The dreaded Bes’uliik wasn’t a particularly beautiful or visually balanced ship, but it had its charm. And on this particular day their formation was impeccable.
The element of surprise was on the Jedi side for this first run, once the first laser was shot, things would quickly turn on them and apprehension started to settle in the Force as Dav conveyed his direct orders and pilots acknowledged each in their own way.
The three flights separated as Jago - a steely confidence filling up the Force as he went - flew ahead to poke directly at the bars that held them all captive and bend them as far as they could.
Tebana changed the scale of her tactical display to account for the incoming vessels as she followed Dav’s trajectory to open up a large flank to Jago’s first encounter.
The screen rendered what she could feel through the Force and what the small fibre of Corellia that stubbornly wouldn’t leave her, but would always laugh at… odds… outnumbered three to one.
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Zuli Madoon
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Re: Open Orbit
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