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Sirra:

“Meanwhile, I try to keep us in one piece. Got it.”

The icy cold all business tone was back in her voice.

[OOC - oops - fixed]

GM

Lieutenant Bek stands in the ring corridor that connects the various compartments in the ship. A toolkit on the floor with the inertia compensator's front panel and discard packaging from the first Aratech array.

In one smooth motion, Preach ignites his lightsaber and lightly taps the corner of the box that Bek is struggling with. The packaging comes apart, revealing the Aratech array inside.

"What moof-milker makes packaging so tough you need a lightsaber to open it!?" The Mon Calamari gripes but gets to work immediately.

Preach can then hurry into the gun turret, making sure his robe doesn't get caught in the door, as Winta joins him in the adjacent turret.

Powering up the turrets and flicking the switches to deploy, hatches slide open on the top and bottom of the hull and the quad laser cannons extend on motors. Fangs out.

In the pilot seat, Sirra pushes the Corellian freighter to the nap of the earth and accelerates. Preach might have a heart attack when his ventral turret extends and he's suddenly a few metres from the ground, flying 300 kmph.

Bek sounds a caution over the comlink:

«The inertia compensators are still down. We'll feel any G-forces.»

Explosions against the hull deflectors. High energy shells from G125 launchers.

Winta tracks the smoke trails back to the squad of Jet Troopers diving from the mountaintops ahead.

Preach scans around in his turret, then off to starboard sees the TIE/sf speeding low across the lagoon on an intercept course. He can see it because its downslope from the Bargon Flit.

Winta

She calls out the location of the jet troopers to Sirra, so that Sirra can try to evade them, all the while trying to spoil the day of the troopers using her cannon.

Preach

"Tie down and back, intercept course," he calls and he brings the weapon to bear. He will allow the Force to guide him, but he isn't sure how well he can do.

Sirra

“Then you are going to feel the inertial forces. Compensate. Make them pay for their presumption. Doing a bank aft to bring your targets into view and make us a more difficult target for the jet troopers and exploit their maneuvering deficit.”

GM

Surrounded by glowing instruments, Winta swings around 90 degrees in her gunnery seat and the quad laser cannon obeys.

The barrels stamp out a drumbeat and red plasma fills the air above the ship.

The Jet Troopers fire another volley of high energy shells before they're struck by the heavy anti-ship weapons.

Three troopers are vapourised instantly but two break through, following the smoke trails of their rocket-propelled projectiles.

The shells are powerful enough to destroy light armoured vehicles and explode against the ship's deflectors, shaking the occupants inside.

As the Jet Troopers close in, Sirra banks to allow both turrets to light them up. Sensing Sirra's intention before hearing her comms, Preach acts fast. He had been targeting the TIE but now his seat lurches as his quad lasers strafe the Jet Troopers, vapourising another.

The last trooper brakes, aligning with the hull and pulling a bunker-busting Pyro Denton charge from his webbing. Nope! Sirra turns her banking manoeuvre into a nose spin, the hull becomes a giant paddle, swatting the trooper out of the sky with a Wilhelm scream.

In the cockpit, Bastian slides into the flight engineer's seat behind Sirra, his eyes still glowing from Preach's drug.

"Whoa, this is not stock!" He says, taking in the fancy red racing seats.

Green plasma bolts zip passed the canopy, high grade Tibanna ammo from a TIE/sf.

Reading the instruments, Bastian says to Sirra: "I'll angle the deflectors, but those TIEs have mag-pulse warheads."

«It's a good thing Mon Cala are so rubbery!!» Says Bek sorely over comms, «Can we avoid flying upside down?»

Tucking in behind the Bargon Flit, the twin ion-engined fighter tries to acquire missile lock, triggering alerts in the Flit's cockpit and gun turrets.

Preach and Winta track round to focus fire but unlike TIEs of the Galactic Empire, the First Order's space superiority fighters have deflectors.

So it survives the first salvo and veers off, ducking into a gap between the mountain peaks trailing black smoke.

"What the hell is that?" Bastian mutters, leaning forwards.

Ahead, at the end of the mountain range is the Ghidrah bunker. The hyperwave transceiver is a 600 metre tall tower that connects the node to the rest of the Galaxy but it collapses before their eyes, molten metal bubbling up from its base like a volcanic fissue. Dust, debris, choking black smoke, it's a spectacular demolition.

There's garbled comms chatter. Bastian looks at Sirra.

"Hey, Revenent, that's Resistance band. Close. I think your people are caught up in that!"

Winta

<<Guys! the cavalry is coming ... We can see the collapsed tower. Where are you?>> she comms the other team.

Winta

"Sirra," she called, "Get closer to the tower and we'll see if we can pick up anything on the scanners."

"They are going to be around there somewhere."

Sirra


“Right. Hold on folks. Sorry about the ride, Bek but better bounced than blasted.”

She goes into a tight parabola around the tower to try to pick up on the signal.

[Ghosted for Pandemonium.]

Preach

Being in the ventral turret, he flicks on its narrow-beam searchlight and clears his mind of aggression, seeking instead the presence of his friends on Mirror Team. He will trust the Force to guide his searchlight.

GM

Sirra steers the ship into a spiral search pattern around the collapse site.

"Dank Farrik, too much interference." Bastian curses, standing to lean forward in the cockpit and using his eyes instead.

He points out the molten metal bubbling up from the ground, "Gonna be a lot of volatile material down there."

With only a light touch on the controls, Preach's searchlight probes the dust cloud below. Its timing is uncanny; another plume of hot gas buffets the cloud and Mirror Team are suddenly revealed in the light of the beam. Three humanoid forms amidst the wreckage of a repulsorsled.

You've found them but evac will have to be touch-and-go with a TIE Fighter lurking around.

Still fuelled by the Nannarium, Bastian jumps into the co-pilot seat, saying to Sirra:

"I'll take the controls! You and Preach get 'em aboard."

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