Star Wars: Rise of the Order (IC)

[Jaladristan]

Yindy Vaares
In Hyperspace

Yindy was leaning back in her chair. Before her eyes was the beautiful blue tunnel of hyperspace. She and her squadron had been on patrol for many hours, and while Yindy loved to fly she had to admit that she could really use some rest. She glanced at the small screen in her cockpit. Two more minutes before she would arrive above Ord Mantell where the Resistance had a fort. She closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the gentle sounds her starfighter produced, until she heard the voice of one of her squadron members. “So boss, me and some of the lads want to go take a few drinks when we are back, and we wondered whether or not you wanted to join in. Maybe tell some stories about your fights with the Order.” The Voice belonged to Varic Cleeze. A young man barely nineteen years old and the newest member of her squadron. And although he was so new he already knew that Yindy loved to talk about her fights. So she answered: “Sure, why not?” Yindy took another glance at her screen before she sat upright in her chair again and informed her squadron that they were about to exit hyperspace.

Space above Ord Mantell

The first thing Yindy noticed when she exited hyperspace was how much more crowded the space above Ord Mantell seemed today. It took her a second to even realize what was going on before her eyes. A full scale fleet of the First Order was present and busy fighting the small defence force of Ord Mantell. Although fighting was not really the right term. Annihilating would be a more fitting word for what was going on. The starfighters of Ord Mantell were in a complete disarray, and their numbers were dropping. The fleet of the Order on the other hand was in a neatly arranged formation and happily shooting their opponents into little pieces. Suddenly all of Yindys weariness was gone and a predatory grin appeared on her face while she spoke to her squadron: “Ok boys, seems like you will have to ear your drinks first today. Group up on me. Loose formation. We will approach them from behind and go for their capital ship. Focus on their sensors. Once we have pecked out the beasts eyes we can cut its head of. Oh and by head I mean the bridge.” And with these words, Yindy send her beautiful ship, with its distinct markings, flying towards the ships of the Order. In her head she was already planing where she could paint all the ships, she was about to shoot down, onto.

[Spindle]

CIC
FOSD Manticore
Ord Mantell Orbit

As the first lines of turbolaser fire sprang up between the First Order and the Mantellians, Aloria watched the Mantellians as their ships pushed towards the two Star Destroyers. Their firepower was being concentrated on the two Capital ships instead of the spread of Escorts whirling around their rears and flanks. She was glad of that on the one hand, but the level of firepower the Vindictive was taking worried her. It was entirely possible that the Interdictor would take significant damage and that was something she couldn't countenance.

Smoldering eyes dancing across the holo, Aloria watched as a Mantellian Nebulon snapped cleanly in half under a withering barrage of turbolaser fire walked their way across the Frigate's superstructure. Glancing across the battlespace, a thin smile spread over her face as her gaze fell onto a cluster of Mantellian Escorts pushing towards the Vindictive, ion blasts flaring outwards as they pelted a cluster of turbolasers with fire. Inside her mind, calculations danced and the smile solidified.

"Captain!" She called, "Have tractor beam crews seven and nine lock onto the remains of that destroyed Nebulon and accelerate it on course fifteen, one hundred and twenty, seventy-nine. Signal the Vindictive: have her tractor beams on course ninety-five, twelve, two hundred and eighty, activating at their own discretion. let's see if we can't kill two birds with one stone."

After a moment's apparent confusion, Kyral's face smoothed out in realisation and he turned back to call out the orders. Glancing into the holo, Aloria's lips quirked into a humourless smile as she saw the shattered corpse of the Nebulon suddenly accelerate towards its one-time companions. The small formation disintegrated into a mess of evading ships, breaking off their attacks runs on the Star Destroyer to evade the more pressing threat. A few ion shots continued to flicker out from the knot, but it was sporadic and largely ineffectual.

The Frigate's corpse sailed through the knot of ships harmlessly before being caught in the Vindictive's own tractor beams, stopping and then shooting back towards the still-evading ships as if shot out of a gun. Colliding with one of the Coronas in a whirl of metal and ceramics, the Corona's midsection buckled and tore. Hull split open and atmosphere vented out into space as the Frigate was shorn nearly in half. It was a blow which sent the remaining ships in the knot swerving once more for safety, some turning almost directly away from the Star Destroyer to do so.

Their mistake.

Without the barrage of ion cannon shots to keep it offline, the Vindictive's weaponry came back online with lines of turbolaser fire lancing up to impale the Escorts. Fire blossomed and explosions bloomed across the rear of the ships and more than one found their acceleration reduced to nothing, soaring helplessly out of the combat zone with nothing but maneuvering thrusters to guide them. With a small smile, Aloria allowed herself to relax a little. For the most part, the combination of Squadrons, Escorts and Capital ships was keeping the Mantellians back and she was pleased to see that there was more than a few Mantellian ships destroyed in orbit.

With a curt nod to herself, softly glowing eyes scanned across the lines of damage reports from the Escorts and two Capital ships of her makeshift fleet. Light damage across the board, with several of her Nebulons suffering heavy damage and more than one of her Squadrons taking over thirty percent attrition. But the battle had shifted dramatically in their favour and already, Aloria could see more than one ship powering up their hyperspace engines. This battle was about to turn into a mop-up and, from there, an exercise in securing the orbitals.

And then, without any warning, a Squadron of x-wings shot out of the lower atmosphere and began tearing into the meagre planetside defences of the Vindictive. Moments later four of them split away and unloaded a salvo of proton torpedoes into the Resurgent-class. Cocking her head slightly, Aloria bit her lip as she considered what this meant. She had the fighter - and point defence - coverage to deal with these but why were they attacking her? What purpose was it serving?

Her answer came when readings began to spring up from the planet downstairs: whatever it was, it was easily a Capital ship. And, if she had to guess, the energy readings looked like pure Mon Calamari work - an MC-line if she had to hazard a guess. A small shiver passed up along her spine. She hadn't had to face Mon Calamari capital ships yet - she'd only had to deal with the New Republic's bastardised Star Destroyers so far - and she knew that they were leagues apart. She was just not sure exactly how. Not yet.

And then a third complication decided to make itself known as a further Squadron of x-wings emerged from hyperspace in a flicker of pseudomotion. Within moments of their arrival, they had broken off the engage the Manticore and Aloria was beginning to understand exactly what the old Rebellion phrase "Trench Run Disease" had meant. Within moments of their first attack run, she had already taken more damage than the ships had any right to deal. With a quick motion, Aloria had brought an image up into the lead x-wing, plastered in kill-marks.

"Interesting." She mused, "We're dealing with an ace here, aren't we? Kyral, bring Echo and Delta Squadrons back to deal with these."

"But, Ma'am-" Kyral began, before he was cut off.

"No time." Aloria snapped, "Just trust me. Have the Nebulons and the Manticore bring their fighters back into their bays and prepare for the jump to lightspeed."

"We can't abandon Lord Ren, Ma'am!" Kyral exclaimed, before taking an involuntary step back as Aloria rounded on him.

"We are dealing with an ace out there." She hissed, "And we've already sent down two Squadrons and our entire AAL complement: He won't be alone. Besides, if we can draw the New Republic away long enough for him to find whatever it is wants down there he can get out with his Upsilon. If they don't pursue, we can drop a TIE Squadron in for recon, drop back out in orbit with the Vindictive and keep our Lancers outsystem, ready to come in at need. But as it stands, we're overcommitted to a formation we can't keep up with in the scenario. After all, if we block their escape, the New Republic here will have their backs to the wall. We don't want that, they don't want that. Are we clear?"

After a moment's silence, the Mantellian ships disappearing into hyperspace, Kyral backed away a little before speaking.

"Yes, Ma'am."

[Esselman]

Kylo Ren

Har let out a low growl, and spoke. "I'm no Jedi. I'm also no lover of your blasted First Order. What I am, is the one who will kill you!" With that, he swung his left arm forward, allowing the Force to propel a large table through the air toward Kylo and his troopers.

"If you have come all this way from the academy to die, I will feel sorry for you," said Kylo, the glow of his saber illuminating his dark garments

Kylo took the first swing, a rapid burst of energy that was focused to slice down the middle at his opponent. The two first order troopers near him back away, keeping any other sentients away from the two force wielders.

Home One

Admiral Ackbar noted Dronas' eagerness, and was still awaiting an all clear from the Resistance fighters in orbit to allow Home One a successful escape.

"Come in Captain Vaares, we are picking up your signal in orbit. I am putting you in temporary command of the X-Wings we have launched into orbit, use them to the best of your ability to allow us a quick exit," said Ackbar a the engines began to roar from Home One.

The ship began a slow departure from Fort Garanik, the infrastructure of the fort shaking by the mere takeoff. The ships departure would no doubt roar across the area, and as the ship reached just over the capital city which now had a tower of billowing smoke coming from it.

[The Krogan]

Rai'sa Lok

Unimportant Planet in Bright Jewel Sector


The sound of a single blaster fired echoed off the metal walls of the prefab dwelling, the final chorus in what had been a short but sweet shootout. The smell of charred flesh and plasma hung heavy in the air as the Rodian breathed his last, expiring as he slowly slid down the wall. The tinkling of broken glass broke a following silence as an armoured figure made it's way further into the room, giving another Rodian a kick to confirm its death before moving on to the one now sitting slumped against the wall. Bending at the knee, the the only living being left in the room brought themselves down to the deceased's level, drawing their short vibroblade from its sheath.

"Sorry bug, but I'm gonna have to borrow that ugly mug of yours, someone’s paying some decent creds to meet you again and I'm honor bound to oblige... Unfortunately, they don't need the rest of you," Rai'sa Lok said before getting to her gruesome work.

She had taken on a contract to hunt down a small group of Rodian's, three to be exact, called the Zeech brothers who had had the bad luck to piss off some rather wealthy people. The trio had hidden themselves away in the slums of some mid-rim world hoping to keep low long enough for things to blow over, but fortunately for Rai'sa they had slipped up covering their transit receipts and had been able to track them down. Finished taking her proof of kill from each of the three Rodians, the hunter made her way out the door and into a small crowd forming outside of the apartment. She ignored the whispering and stares that started as she made her way through the crowd, with the odd curse or exclamation thrown in as people figured out what was in the bag she was carrying. Clearing the majority of the crowd, some of whom by that time had started to loot the apartment, Rai’sa opened up a channel to her ship.

“Hey Eve’y, get the ship ready to go, I wanna get off this planet and collect these bounties before the Res calls us up or something”, Rai’sa said, mounting her rented speeder bike.

“Funny you should say that…” Responded the AI as the bounty hunter sped through the streets, narrowly avoiding a group of pedestrians.

“… Why? What the hells happened?” Rai’sa asked, flipping off a landspeeder’s occupants as they cut her off at an intersection.

“It appears that the First Order and the Resistance are engaged both in orbit and on the surface of Ord Mantell, It’s all over the sector’s news broadcasts… And our handlers have just activated you.” The AI added after a brief pause.

Shit… Well I could probably make some room in the freezer for the heads, Rai’sa thought to herself before saying,

“Right then, well run diagnostics on all systems to make sure the Huntress is ready to kick some ass, and make sure to send confirmation to the Res, I want to get them paying us as soon as possible… Be there in a few minutes,” she added pushing the bike to the max. Since the Bright Jewel system was literally next door it wasn’t going to take long to get into theater, though she hoped she wouldn’t get caught up in a space battle.

Bright Jewel System- Mid Rim

The myriad of blue that constituted hyper space suddenly receded as the Huntress exited the said mode of interstellar travel, depositing the ship on the edge of the system. Eve’y had made sure to calculate the drop just so, as to avoid coming out smack dab in the middle of a space battle. Rai’sa eyes scanned the cockpit controls making sure everything was in the green, though she hardly needed to with Eve’y there. She made doubly sure though to make sure that the ships ID tag was transmitting as one of their covers, she would rather not get the Huntress blacklisted as a Resistance asset if she could help it. As Rai’sa had found that life was much easier if you used fake or stolen ID’s to cover your tracks, especially when working for very political employers.

“How’s it lookin out there Eve’y baby?” asked Rai’sa as she switched the ships autopilot to causal, a smile forming upon her lips at the titter of annoyance at the use of the word “baby”.

“I would appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me baby, Captain Lok, it promotes an unprofessional atmosphere in the workplace… As for the situation in system, it appears that the First Order fleet is withdrawing into hyperspace, with multiple resistance ships in system.” Eve’y answered, using the ships scanners to map out the situation.

“Yer no fun,” Rai’sa responded, pouting heavily before continuing, “Welp, send out our codes to the Res so they now we’re here and we can get this show on the road!” She exclaimed before leaning back in her chair.

Eve’y transmitted the encoded identification data immediately to the two most likely command center’s, the Home One and a small satellite in orbit above Ord Mantell as their handler had instructed. The small satellite being a covert communications device linked to Fort Garnik that allowed the Resistance to more securely communicate off world.

[Jaladristan]

Yindy Vaares
Still above Ord Mantell

With a vicious grin on her face, Yindy was steering her beloved starfighter through the defensive fire of the stardestroyer she and her squadron were attacking. Keeping close to the hull of her much larger enemy she was able to avoid most of its fire and to get close to the vital structures of the ship. In the corner of her eye she saw that the defence force of Ord Mantell was retreating. She was still trying to figure out whether to be happy that she now had more targets for herself or to be worried because her squadron was now outnumbered even further, when she saw that two squadrons of Tie-fighters were headed for her. It appeared that who ever was in command of this stardestroyer wasn't to happy about her presence. “Guys we've got company. Fighters two to five form up on me. We will meet those TIEs head on. The rest of you will keep attacking this ugly hunk of metal here.” Without waiting for her subordinates to respond she stopped her attack run on the stardestroyer and headed into the direction of the incoming TIEs.

After a few seconds her squad mates had formed up behind her. In a few seconds they would be in range. A pleasurable tingling was travelling up Yindys spine all the way up into the tips of her Montrals. Attacking giant stardestroyers was fun and all, but nothing beats a good dogfight. Being a little further away from the Orders formation Yindy saw that the ships were manoeuvring into jump positions. Seems like the Order didn't want to play for much longer. But right now the TIEs in front of her were the bigger problem. “Open fire in three...two...one... fire.” Yindy pulled the trigger and her ship started sending death towards her foes. The TIEs themselves opened fire just a second later and Yindy used the thrusters on her ships sides to push her ship out of the way of the incoming fire. Once more she was glad that she had those installed. The TIEs on the other hand didn't posses this ability and so the fighter leading them got hit in the center of his ship, which caused said ship to explode and a small number on Yindys screen to change from zero to one. Moments later the two formations dissolved into a violent dogfight. Normally the larger numbers of the Order would put them at an advantage, but right now in this close quarters fight, those numbers only meant that they couldn't fire their weapons without risking to hit their own fighters.

Just as Yindy shot down another TIE and the number on her display changed to an eight, a voice suddenly echoed through her ship. It was the Voice of Admiral Ackbar telling her to allow him a quick exit, and putting her in charge of more X-wings. She accelerated her ship to get a bit of distance to the dogfight that was still raging on, and took a quick look around. The Order was docking up fighters and it looked like they were still preparing to jump. Then she contacted the new fighters under her command: “Hey guys. You are apparently under my command now. Ok here is the plan. I want you to find the escorts that suffered the most damage and then blow those into pieces. Don't bother to conserve ammunition. Just make the Order regret every second they stay here. Now if you excuse me I have to go back to shooting TIEs.” And at the exact moment that she finished her little speech, a shoot from one of said TIEs hit one of her ships wings. She turned her ship around with a furious look in her eyes and shoot her would-be attacker into pieces. After her foe was dealt with she took a look at the wing in question. To her relive her ships shield took the hit and the wing took no visible damage. Taking a look at the dogfight, it turned out that her inactivity had allowed the Order to take the upper hand. Two of her fighter had suffered damage and one was missing entirely. “Time to turn the tide again.” She said to her ship before throwing herself back into the fight.

[Spindle]

CIC
FOSD Manticore
Ord Mantell Orbit

As the fighters met with each other, Aloria felt her lips tighten. She'd known that they were going to take unfavourable casualties, but she'd hoped that they'd do better than...this. With a small sigh, she resigned herself to the losses. It was a fact of war that they were going to take losses and it could still be worse. She'd seen holo-recordings of what the Jedi had been capable of doing in the Clone Wars and it hadn't been pretty for the droids on the other end of the stick. As long as she could avoid exchange rates on those levels, she'd be content with her pilot's performance.

Another volley of torpedoes slammed into the Manticore's stern and the CIC tilted notably underneath her feet. For a moment, the orderly chaos of the room was disturbed before the crew righted themselves and carried on with their activities. Pulling up a holo of the ship, Aloria's lips tightened again as she saw the red patches across the ship. More damage than she'd assumed a group of ships that size was capable of. Glancing at the timer in the holo, Aloria's face relaxed a little. They were going to get out before the snubfighters could do serious damage to the Star Destroyer.

But, she realised grimly as a group of X-wings shot past a lancer en route to a Nebulon-K which was venting atmosphere at an impressive rate, the same wasn't exactly true of her smaller ships. The Nebulon only realised the danger it was in moments before a volley of proton torpedoes slammed into its hull, tearing its central section open in a spray of shards and atmosphere moments before a flashbulb flare shot through the system as the Escort detonated, the flaming wrecks of its TIE complement spilling out of the gutted Frigate.

And then, with an abrupt transition, the fleet flickered into pseudomotion and the black void around them was replaced by dizzying starlines as they entered hyperspace. The moment they did so, the mood in the CIC relaxed palpably and there was a general buzz of anticipation in the room. The first time she'd ordered a retreat from combat, there had been a general uproar but now it was simply another fact of war: one which they may not have liked but one which had saved their collective backside multiple times. That, if nothing else, had convinced them that it wasn't such a bad idea.

The starlines cut out as the fleet emerged into realspace once more, at the edge of the Bright Jewel System, barely a million kilometres away from its sole gas giant. Around the Manticore, the rest of the fleet was forming into a defensive hemisphere around the two Capital ships,
trusting the gravity well behind them to secure their rear. Aloria grinned to herself at that: her Captains were getting better at anticipating her orders. Glancing at Kyral, who was still for once, Aloria nodded once before turning back to the damage reports which were slowly tricking in.

The engagement with the Mantellians had caused little damage - six TIEs destroyed and seventeen damaged, two of her Lancers lightly damaged, four of her Nebulons lightly damaged and one Nebulon heavily damaged. The combat with the Resistance had been far more costly - nineteen TIEs destroyed in dogfights and five heavily damaged, moderate to heavy damage across all but three of her Nebulons and one Nebulon destroyed, along with its full complement of fighters - another thirty-six. As well as that, the Manticore had taken moderate damage and its fighter complement was currently gone - they should be hitting the ground roughly now.

"Kyral, prepare one of our shuttles." Aloria ordered after a moment, "I need to transfer over to the Vindictive for a while."

Kyral didn't even bother to question this order: his CO had pulled this particular stunt more times than he cared to remember.

"Aye aye." He nodded wearily, "How many ships should I prepare as escort?"

"The Lancers and our three workable Nebulons." Aloria told him, heading for the turbolift in the back, "Same as normal. Keep them a few million kilometres out and get them ready for the signal. While we're out there, you get the ships here back in working order and bring the Manticore in as soon as possible. I'd like to draw their fighters out to the edge of the system, but if they don't I'll see about pulling them to the edge of Ord Mantell's orbit. And I don't want to have to fight a MC80 with an Interdictor. Although...we'll see."

With that, Aloria stepped into the turbolift and the doors closed on her. Smoothly, the lift began to descend and Aloria ran over the mental preparations she was going to need to undertake. In her mind's eye, she could see how she was hoping the engagement would go, but she knew that the MC80 they had downstairs was going to be the deciding factor. If it was out of the atmosphere by the time she got there, then the X-wings were going to be escorting it out: that was fine by her. If it wasn't, she had two options. Number one: wait for them to leave and then move in to support Kylo on the ground. That was the option she'd prefer to go with, but if the X-wings linked up with the MC80 she was going to be in trouble. Number two: move to engage the X-wings and then destroy the MC80 separately. That was something she'd prefer not to have to do if at all possible: her fleet had taken enough damage already and engaging an MC80 with five Escorts and an
Interdictor wasn't going to help on that front.

The turbolift doors slid open and Aloria stepped out into the Manticore's Hangar Bay. It was distressingly empty, only a trio of Epsilon-class Command Shuttles, one with an open ramp, waiting for her. Striding towards it, the shuttle was already in motion as Aloria's feet clicked against the ramp before that sealed itself behind her and the Shuttle was out of the Hangar and on its way to meet up with the Vindictive. Taking a seat in one of the plain, spartan chairs, Aloria waited, mind spinning new plans and ideas as the almost-imperceptible sensation of motion belied the velocities they were travelling at.

A sudden jerk indicated the Epsilon had been caught in one of the Vindictive's tractor beams and a soft bump told her that it had hit the Hangar Bay's floor. Stark light flooded around the edge of the ramp as it opened before Aloria's eyes adjusted and she could make out the two lines of figures standing at attention on either side of the ramp, as well as the singular figure standing between the two. Pulling herself to her full, diminutive height, Aloria stepped off of the ramp and grinned lightly at KAyle as he saluted her crisply.

"You know this is unnecessary." She said, falling into step with the taller Human, "I don't need aggrandisement."

"Perhaps." Kayle shrugged noncommittally, the hint of a smile playing around his lips, "What's the purpose of this visit, Ma'am?"

"Standard Delta-Seventeen." Aloria said, "If we even need that. The Manticore's not in fighting shape, so I'm transferring to the Vindictive until that's sorted. Ready?"

"Always." Kayle grinned, "Welcome aboard, Ma'am."

[Soviet Farm]

Kylo Ren


"If you have come all this way from the academy to die, I will feel sorry for you," said Kylo, the glow of his saber illuminating his dark garments

Kylo took the first swing, a rapid burst of energy that was focused to slice down the middle at his opponent. The two first order troopers near him back away, keeping any other sentients away from the two force wielders.

Har raised his own saber, barely managing to block the attack. He pushed back, and bared his teeth, the purple glow of his lightsaber reflecting off his eyes and teeth.
"I told you already. I'm not with the Jedi. I simply hate you more than them." And with that, his Teräs Käsi training kicked in. Looking straight ahead to avoid giving his attack away, Har kicked out at Kylo's left knee, hoping to knock him off balance.

[Spindle]

Kylo Ren
Lady Fate Casino
Ord Mantell

As the lightsabre impacted against lightsabre, Kylo felt a thrill of exhilaration surge through him, bringing a vigour into his limbs. For a moment the two blades were locked intently, brilliantly white light throwing the pitch-black mask into stark contrast. And then the moment passed and the blades slid away from each other effortlessly, Kylo taking a quick step backwards and bringing his lightsabre back into a guard position. As the exhilaration began to seep away from his limbs, he felt the Force once again, his mind clearing as he allowed it to guide him.

There was nothing.

Frowning under the mask, Kylo pulled deeper and looked again. There was a glimmer of something in the mind of the man in front of him, but by the time his feet began to move it was a little too late. Pain flared through his leg as the other man's foot connected and glanced away. Halfway through moving his feet, Kylo found himself spun forty-five degrees and slashed wildly with his own lightsabre, hoping to gain himself a little space. A low snarl emanated from the impassive mask as he did so, anger overtaking the clarity of the Force once again. This scum dared to try and attack him? He dared?

"You are going to die, scum!" He bellowed, "Die like the dog you are!"

---

Admiral Ackbar
Home One
Ord Mantell

The ship creaked and groaned around him as it continued to ascend majestically through the atmosphere of Ord Mantell, but Ackbar felt no concern. The two of them had been together for longer than he cared to remember and she'd never let him down yet: not even at the worst moment of the Battle of Endor. And if the guns of the Empire couldn't break the old girl, Ackbar had no doubt that he emergence from the planet's atmosphere would be nothing more than a minor inconvenience to the Star Cruiser. The First Order fleet in orbit might have been a different matter, but they had retreated to hyperspace already.

"Well done, Captain!" He spoke into the comms, a wide grin splitting his fishy face, "Well done indeed! Now, we make our exit."

"Admiral!" A voice came, "Contact from a new ship! Identified as the Huntress!"

As the voice trailed off, information on the Huntress itself and its two notable occupants flashed up in the holo in front of Ackbar and his fishy grin widened. This was as good a time as any to go through this and if everything was going to go smoothly, he was going to need to get the two groups working together at some point. Yes, he thought contently, things were going well. But even as the thought crossed his mind, an Interdictor arrived in a flicker of pseudomotion and he was reminded exactly what he was leaving Ord Mantell to.

"Rai’sa and...E-2, is it?" He greeted them, "Pleased to meet both of you. If you'd escort us out of the system, we'll explain exactly what we needed you for."

[Jaladristan]

Yindy Vaares
Space above Ord Mantell

With a satisfied grin on her face, Yindy fired her fighters blasters a last time to blow up the last TIE still in space. After the fleet of the Order had left the fight and the rest of the X-wings joined her in the dogfight that was still raging on, the remaining TIEs were quickly overwhelmed. “Twelve kills and an entire Fleet scared away.” Yindy said to herself after confirming that there were no more enemies present. “Not bad for a days work.” She leaned back in her chair when her comms activated and the voice of the admiral reached her ear to congratulate her. “Thanks Sir. We will assume formation around your ship and escort you until we have left the system.” Yindy replied. “But I think some of my mates will need to dock right now.” The word some did not really describe the situation and in reality nearly all of the fighters had some degree of damage and at least six were completely destroyed. She informed her squadron of their new task and got into position above the Home One. Looking at the large ship beneath her Yindy once again wondered what it would be like to fight it. While she was imagining dodging through the defensive fire of the Resistance ship, her ships computer informed her that several of the Orders ships had just returned. Sadly at a distance way to far away to engage them. “Looks like the Order wants to play some more.” Yindy said cheerfully into her comms. “I wonder why they want to stay here so badly.”

[The Krogan]

"Transmission incoming from Home One Captain Lok, it appears to be Admiral Ackbar", Eve'y suddenly stated, causing Rai'sa to sit up slightly in her seat. The Huntress had made its way further in system by now, Rai'sa giving the ship a bit more juice when she realized that the First Order hadn't actually left but was merely hanging around at the edge of the system.

You can say what you'd like about them, but they can be pretty tenacious bastards when they want, she thought to herself before leaning over and opening a comm back to the Home One.

"Well I must say it's a pleasure to meet you to Admiral, and no problemo sir, that's what I'm payed for," she replied, Eve'y upping the ships speed and calculating the trajectory as Rai'sa finished. Flipping on all the weapons systems, she suddenly said aloud,

"Welp looks like it's gonna be a bumpy ride this time kids, yo Rep, standby for any damages and buckle up!" She yelled, a flurry of beeps and whistling sounds the only response from her astromech somewhere in the ship. The droid tended to wander about cleaning up messes or talking with Eve'y when she didn't have it doing anything, thus it could have been anywhere in the ship. So, after some careful maneuvering and a dash across the system to avoid the First Order ship, the Huntress brought herself into formation with the much larger ship, and Rai'sa opened up comms yet again.

"By the by Admiral, you need me in formation with those X-Wings of yours or do you want me operating independently?" she asked.