Bacta Basics (Resistance raid on Imperial convoy)

Standing aboard the elderly Rebel ship, Ky had gathered with the ragtag group who'd be assaulting the Bacta transport. The only weapon he could scrounge from the quarter master was a DL-56 blaster pistol, it would do the job but he wasn't going to take down anything large with this pee shooter.

Wearing a mixed bag of fatigues that were in his slender frames' size. He looked like an Ensign of the Empire, save for the black shemagh he had pulled up over his nose. Hiding his species telltale markers. His fangs and ears would give him away instantly.


The woman who approached, demanding their attention, there was something familiar about her, maybe it was the way she stole the room, demanded communal respect with her strides. It could've been the faint smell of Daisies from her...reminded him of somebody he used to know. Either way, his eyes were drawn to her, her pulse, now forever engrained into his mind, she smelled delicious....he had to hold back, he would soon feed, but not yet.


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Among the sea of white stormtroopers in the mess hall of the heavy cruiser Battlement was a single table occupied by black armor. The storm commandos stuck out, but they were used to that. Hevana more so than most given her genetics though every member of her unit had something about them that set them apart from the rest, whether cybernetic or genetic enhancements.

Most of the rest of unit had finish eating by now, but they took their usual amusement in watching Hevana put down a third tray of food. The look on the server's face had been skeptical, but she kept her medical release handy when on a new ship. It would not do to go hungry.

"You know," she said around a mouthful of food, "this ship has a really good cook."

"That's what you say about every ship's cook," her lieutenant countered.

"Yes but I really mean it this time!"

"Uh-huh. Well, finish stuffing that bottomless pit you call a stomach and let's get going. It's time for target practice."

Following the officer's orders, she gulped down the rest of her food and picked up her scout helmet. As one of the Empire's few truly anti-Force user units, their skills were wasted on a mission like this. If not for the importance of the cargo, Hevana doubted they would be here. But orders were orders, so all they could do was try not to let their skills dull in the interim.

"We'll keep the Hammerheads at range, away from turbolaser fire from the big guns," she initialized, tapping her right foot against the hangar floor as if to clarify that they were indeed standing aboard one of the two commanding Hammerhead-class ships in their miniature fleet. The ancient battlecruisers served their purposes well as coordinating vessels and 'motherships' for the fighter squadrons, but they could hardly hold against the much larger Imperial capital ships.

"If you lose their position, it's your fucking problem." The departure from delicacy was hardly unexpected in a militant organization, but there was something jarring about the way the sudden profanity emitted from the general's lips.

"The point squads will steer the modified GR-75s into the Imperial frigates and detonate the prow charges we added," she detailed. "Once the hulls are breached, we remove any resistance and either commandeer their cargo or commandeer the whole fucking ships.

"...Captain Melec?" the woman singled out, squinting at the few officers assembled near her. The one in the pilot jumpsuit seemed logical to identify as the so-called "Rogue Leader"--but then the bandage over her eyes didn't exactly lend itself to impressions of a sharp-eyed starfighter pilot. Lasedri knew better than to judge so quickly on initial appearances, however. "It's your responsibility to make sure your squadron and Gold Squadron keep an eye on the transports until they've made contact with the target frigates. After that, it's up to you to keep the Imperials on their toes until we scram with whatever we can grab."

Without further elaboration nor a definitive parting gesture, General Lasedri was already moving on from the gathering of ranking combatants and strode off towards the airlock tethering one of the explosive-mounted GR-75 transports to the Hammerhead cruiser. She didn't even look back.

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Myuri was in the cockpit of his all to familiar TIE-Interceptor. But not everything was normal this day. No, things were diffrent now and not jus because he was a Baron, or that there was a attack coming that he did not yet know about. No, things were diffrent for this Devaronian because his entire squadron had been replaced by diffrent pilots. All aliens, not that he himself cared. The only person who remained was his second in command. Every single other person in his squadron was new. They had flown a few simulator missions together but that was it. He barely knew them and they barely knew him. After several years of working with a squad he could firmly call his own, it was unsettling. Made his horns itch. "Such is the price i pay for getting someone's attention." The newly minted 'Baron' grumbled to himself off of comms, looking out at the five other interceptors flying with him.

There was one nice thing about the new setup. His squadron was pristigious enough to earn its own emblem, a vicious take on a canine like species. Fitting considering their man flight task was Interception missions, the wolf like head baring its fangs with a mad look. It was something that had not even been seen before, completly new. Though perhaps by the end of this mission, it might become just a bit more famous... Or perhaps Infamous.

"This is Gamma one, reporting all clear on forward sectors." Myuri called over the comms, switching the focus of his sensors on the Interceptor as they started to bank back towards the convoy. They did not how ever head straight back, taking a longer more outward route just incase there was anything they might have missed in the area. "Roger that Gamma one, continuing sweeping the forward area's. Anything comes up on sensors we will contact." "Copy that sir, Gamma one out." He cut off the comms, his squadmates popping up a moment later.

"Barely anything going on out here tonight eh? Doubt it could be much more quiet."

"Keep talking like that and it will get loud real fast Gamma three."

"I wouldn't complain much, nice chance of pace."

"Yeah, lets see if you still feel that way when you get a A-Wing on your tail."

"I bet unlike you, i could actually outfly it!"

"I hope i do not need to tell you how low the probablities of that are with your level of skill."

The two new pilots, Yendor Issen and Jendar, a Givin and Cathar respectively, were always going at it with each other. Normally Myuri wouldn't care but this was their first mission as a group together. He didn't want them screwing it up. "Can it, hash your issues out after we finish the mission."

"Fine with me sir." Jendar replied, the other not giving a response as the comms went silent. Myuri didn't mind a bit of banter on the comms, but this set of rookies just had a habit of going completly overboard with it. And when they started going at it, they didn't know how to stop and he really didn't want to deal with that on a mission.

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Ky ducked in line with the others and moved onto the GR-75 transport with the rest. He'd not been given specific orders himself, he'd figured that he'd hear word soon enough about what he'd be doing. All he knew currently was that he'd get the green light after the "rams" pierced the hull of the Bacta transports. Hopefully he'd make it.

"Head down, eyes up, breath and squeeze...Head down, Eyes is, breathe and squeeze..." he repeated to himself. The words his instructor had given to better his aim.

Strapping himself into his chosen seat, all Ky could do now was wait...

Standing amongst the ragtag group of Resistance freedom fighters, Jayeric could not help but feel out of place. While he is tall, Jay was still young. One problem he had was that he wasn't used to being in a military, so he didn't know how well he could fit in. Another thing is, he wasn't familiar with General Lasedri all that much. The only person he feels comfortable around is Serinn Sarkin , his master. He wasn't fully used to following orders, but if the General gives a command,he would follow it. 

After the General finished the briefing, the young Padawan stretched out his muscles quickly as they felt a bit stiff. He was currently wearing an Imperial Deck Technician outfit. His lightsabers where hidden under the sleeves. He picked up the helmet and fit it under his arm. He had recieved his orders and was pleased to see that he was going to accompany Master Sarkin as a boarder. 

He followed the older Resistance Knight who in turn followed a boarding group to their assigned vessel. She was also wearing an Imperial uniform. He entered the vessel and found a seat next to his master. Jayeric checked his weapons to make sure they were ready. Both lightsabers and blaster were secure and safe. The lightsabers were hidden but can be quickly accessed. He buckled in and set his helmet on his lap. Jayeric looked at his master and asked,"You ready for this?"

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Blaster fire filled the shooting range as Hevana's unit took turns using their preferred weapons on the various target distances. Taking off her helmet, she took a moment to scratch an itch on her neck glad she was not one of those Starfighter Corps suckers locked in a vacuum.

Taking out an MRE bar, she took a bite out of it while she watched Specs take aim with his sniper rifle. Naturally, his shot hit the furthermost target straight in the bullseye, the ship simply did not have enough space to accommodate a proper sniper range. Of course, his cybernetic eyes did not hurt either. Cheater.

"Bet you can't do the same shit with a repeater on full auto," Hevana taunted. Recognizing the challenge, Specs picked up one of their spare light repeaters and began sighting it.

"Admiral, I have news," said captain Jeffers as he walked into Admiral Reshmar's quarters. The human captain had been assigned to him at the behest of General Lasedri insisting he was the best and brightest the resistance had to offer. Reshmar had been initially impressed with the man but soon become aware he was as much working for the good general as he was for Reshmar.  Reshmar did not mind this so much as the captain fell into line but over the course of the last two days, Jeffers had made his disapproval of his orders very well know.  Reshmar looked up from his screen at the newly arrived officer and nodded. 

"WHat news Captain," asked Reshmar. The man walked o the edge of his desk and handed him a pad. "SIr, They have met far more resistance that was originally estimated. It appears the Empire has four to five cruisers and a destroyer escorting the convoy," said Jeffers. Reshmar looked over the initial report that was sent out via automated transmission drones from the battle. 

"I warned the General and she knew the risk going in. Have we received any other details from the drones captain?" asked Reshmar as he finished looking over the information. The captain stared at him for a moment with a look of unbelief. The pause was noticeable and Reshmar looked up from the pad he had just sat on the table.  Jeffers paused a moment as he attempted to gauge the Admirals thoughts. Jeffers often said he had intuitions or as he called them instincts about peoples moods but if it had been some sort of gift worth listening to He knew Jeffers would have followed it up and would not be standing across the admirals table trying to pressure a superior officer into doing something just because he thought it was right.  Jeffers spoke breaking the star and once again tried to advise the Admiral that he was making a mistake. 

"Admiral, Once again may I speak candidly? I have friends out there, You as well who are dying at this moment trying to help the resistance. They are outnumbered, outgunned, and soon will be out of time. I understand the importance your command affords and the reasons for your orders but I must try once again to persuade you to act and save our people." said Jeffers staring into the large globe-like eyes of the Calamari. Reshmar looked at the human for a second them placed his webbed hands on the desk. 

"Captain Jeffers, While I appreciate your input and would never think to dissuade it. This makes the third such argument you have made with me in the last forty-eight hours. and once again I have the same response. The Resistance is not a military. It is not a government, It is not even a player in the galactic scene. We are a band of beings trying beyond hope of succeeding to make the galaxy a better place. These are dark times Captain, and they will get darker. We can not and I will not run at the Empire head on just for the sake of it being the right thing to do. Yes, we have friends out there dying right now. They are fighting for a cause they believe in and so does everyone else throughout the galaxy who hide behind the scenes and do what little they can to help the Resistance or any of the other hundreds of groups like ours who are tired of oppression and tyranny. But we can not risk losing the war before the real battles begin. As the Resistance grows the Empire will in time set its gaze upon fully and at that time the REsistance will be done. The longer we remain a fly in the ointment they will continue to swat at us as we come. They may even bolster their defenses as we see them doing now. But make no mistake, if the Empire ever started actively hunting us our movement and freedom would be done." said Reshmar staring at the human as compassionately as possible. He understood the man's feelings. He felt the same. The importance of some things out weighted the battle now waging. The lives lost, however wasteful and terrible they may be, were not as important as the metal deck plating Reshmar now stood upon. 

"Captain here where we stand is the last hope the resistance has if that day comes. IF the Empire turns to look out into the galaxy to find us you, I and this crew will be all that can stand against it. I hope we never see that day because if we do all will be lost. " said Reshmar. Jeffers nodded and swallowed his objections and saluted. 

"Very wellAdmirall, May I be dismissed." asked jeffers. Reshmar nodded and watched the man turned and walked towards the hatchway.

"Captain One more thing, Take us to the edge of the nebula and open a channel to Holt. Our people who make it out will need a place to hide and heal," said Reshmar as the man nodded an affirmative nod and left the Admirals quarters. Reshmar closed his eyes and thought about the brave souls now fighting out there among the stars. How he wished he could fire up the old girl and go save them all. One day he knew it would be time and in his mind he knew that would be the last of him. He would die here, he knew that. The resistance was a shadow of a dream, he knew this, but it was still a dream worth fighting for.

Reshmar turned and looked out the viewport at the swirling gas nebula hiding him and the resistance fleet. IN the distance he could make out a ship just barely visible through the haze. He knew it was the Alexnder only because he knew where she should be sitting. The red and yellow gas clouds only allowed for a brief silhouette of the ship. It and the other ragtag assortment of ships safe far away from the fighting. Going forth one or two at a time to their doom supporting the Resistance. Soon no more ships would be left, no more frigates ot corvettes to move the Resistance around. They needed ships if they were to face the galaxy and free themselves and it from the forces against them. If they continued to lose what few warships they had the Resistance would be done and nothing He or Lasedri did or any amount of ships would matter. 

Lasedri sat braced into the copilot's chair at the helm of the mottled half-capsule shape of a GR-75 vessel that was unfortunately not long for this universe. At one time, this ship had gone by a name--something along the lines of Princess Bride or some such silly nonsense, but it was irresponsible to refer to her by sentiment now. The classic cargo ship had been converted into a boarding craft for uninvited guests to invade the host ship, its prow loaded with demolition materials to blast a hole into one of the smaller cruisers of the Imperial convoy so that her incursive crew could forge a new doorway.

The dark woman's troubled face presented what was easily confused as a smug sort of snarl as the ragtag rebel fleet exited hyperspace. The GR-75 unhooked itself from its berthing Hammerhead-class ship and propelled forward along with the others of its kind, aimed on collision course with the Imperial craft. In reality, the general was processing all sorts of doubts and fears as the skeleton crew hurtled inside the modified, nearly unarmed cargo ship. A few well-placed shots from a turbolaser battery could decimate the transport without reply, even with deflector shields focused to the bow. And the ramming procedure itself was doubtless to be a harrowing ordeal.

Essentially, all they had was the element of surprise on their side. The foolish audacity of the operation was not lost on the general. She just knew that foolish audacity was the one thing the Empire could not provide for.

"Stay as aligned as possible," Geneviève advised her pilot. "If we're too staggered, they'll have time to fuck each ship as we approach, one by one." It was a grim indicator of just how sure they could be that many Resistance fighters would not make it back today--and some would not even reach their targets.

Lasedri leaned as far forward as her restraints would allow and keyed the fleet comms. "May the Force be with us," she declared over the radio before inserting her private, skeptical addendum to the few men occupying her ship's bridge, "...And all that formality." The general leaned back and clutched the leather of her restraints, readying for the imminent impact of either concentrated plasma or hull against hull.

Her fighter shuddered as they entered realspace, and Juwiela couldn't help the low whistle that escaped pursed lips at the overwhelming number of people that permeated the space in front of her, their existence registering as nothing more than washes of color across a space she understood to be Imperial ships. Sure, she'd been anticipating bad odds from the start, but there was something about coming face-to-face with them that let the reality sink in. But bad odds were what the Resistance was all about, and if there wasn't a life-or-death scenario then the Rogues wouldn't have been called in.

"Lock S-foils in attack position. Four, get off my five o'clock and into formation. Don't need two pilots where one works just fine." Without thought her fingers moved over the switches of her X-wing, keeping steadily in line with the GR-75s as they plowed forward to their rather explosive destination. Within seconds laserfire tore through the space between the sole Star Destroyer and the transports, her sensors chirping their warning. There would be no sense in throwing themselves at a ship that size, and besides, their orders were to simply shadow the transports. The fun part would come later.

"Don't worry about the big guns until they swing our way. As soon as our transports make contact, get ready to move. This is the quietest today's gonna be. We've got bogies on starboard heading our way fast. Hold fire until they get in close, and engage on my mark."

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The sensors sounded their warning and Juwiela knew then that the escort part of this mission was at an end. "Break to avoid their missiles, and find a wingmate. Two, you're on me." Her jaw was set as she pulled sharply on the joystick in order to avoid certain death by way of the salvo of missiles fired by the enemy fighters. The general relief at having evaded their fire only lasted for a split second, as once again her sensors chirped, this time with an increasing urgency that indicated a more pressing matter: someone had gotten a hard lock on her ship.

"Fuck! Evasive maneuvers, all of you!" And she began a series of jukes and jives with the intention of throwing off the tracking for a long enough period that the missile would run out of fuel, allowing her and the rest of the pilots a brief moment to regroup before going on their own offensive. Force willing, the rest of them were able to avoid the second round of fire as well. They hadn't survived this long in the Rogue unit of all things for no reason.

"Make fast friends with your wingmate, because we're taking this to them. Each group of two pick a target. I'll take their leader. Give 'em hell." Another sharp turn took her in the direction she wanted to go, and she picked out the TIE she'd identified as the head of the squadron by the way he was flying, sending off a burst of laserfire in greeting.

Ami jumped when he hears the warning sound emitting from the sensors. He swore violently. Looks like they've got bogies heading there way. "Son of a bitch." Ami pulled sharply to avoid the oncoming missile and was almost relieved that he had avoided meeting a fiery death too soon. But his victory was short lived as his sensors warned him of a big problem. Some asshole got a lock on his ship.

Amisara jerked and dived and used every available evasive maneveur he could to avoid the damn missile. Eventually, it ran out of fuel, and Amisara was able to regroup with the other Rogues. He was royally pissed. When Captain Melec's orders came in through the comms, Amisara responded with an affirmative. He preformed an about turn and fired a barrage of laser bolts towards the bogie on the right of the lead TIE. Just to return the favor.

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The fact that the first red dot on his scope was just a missile bugged Celty. There was no drama, nothing really intense about getting chased by a computer with a nasty surprise on its nose. In his little green A-Wing, there were probably about half a dozen ways to get rid of the thing without getting into a huff about it. He chose the simplest one, turning sharply away from the rest of the squadron and simply waiting for the missile's fuel to burn out as it chased him through space.

The order to pair off came through, and it threw Celty off a bit. He didn't actually know who he was talking to on the comm besides Melec. It also didn't help that his plan to outrun the missile had taken him a good distance away from the rest of his squadron. Finally, seeing that Four was the odd one out of the other pair, he opened the channel.

"Four, mark one and I'll make a pass. Stay out from between me and the bogey or my guns might hit you."


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