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KyrYxus
Thu Dec 16, 2004 2:24 pm
#1
The time had finally come. I had my eyes set on this feat of daring for some time, in fact since the space lanes had re-opened, I had asked myself “could you?” I knew the answer of course. After all, I’m Kyr’Yxus Eloc, Captain of The Crimson Flare, leader of the best crew of spacers the galaxy had seen in generations. The Imperial Star Destroyer is the most visible sign of their control in the Galaxy and I owed them some serious payback. Understand I am no rebel, I’m just a man looking to make a buck. I had served their emperor for sometime, but got never received anything, and couldn’t even justify my role in their galactic genocide. Thing is, that buck has been denied me for quite some time as the Imps kept me stuck on the sand for over a year, all the while taunting me with those Star Destroyers hanging over my head whenever I yearned to return to the cool embrace of the stars.
As soon as I had “proven my qualifications” to the hyperspace conductors and was finally given free reign of the stars again I was like a Huurton with the sent of blood in my nose. I was going to get my come-uppance for being grounded. It didn’t take long to hear about it, a Star Destroyer, patrolling a sector in Deep Space with a minimal TIE escort. I had to check this rumor out for myself so I faked myself an Imperial ID and headed out in my Rihkxyrk. Sure enough there she was, sitting, shining like some deadly fang in space. 100 guns, 2 shields, and hundreds of meters of death, but it’s most dangerous tool was strangely gone. The rumors were true.
I shot back to Mos Eisley to make plans. I don’t want to do a fighter strike. The Flare needs her revenge for the forced year long moth-balling she suffered. I would need a crew, but they had to be right. They had to be ready. I had to gel with them and them with each other. The first phase of the hunt began.
I began to offer my services to Rebel and real pilots for free, helping them with missions and hunts, meeting new people, observing their skills. The first person to join the crew was Hester, a sexy Zabrak that hadn’t spent 20 minutes in space in her life, but she wanted to help in some way or other. She was not afraid to take a risk and she apparently had a thing for humans with great hair. She offered her services as an engineer and to give the Flare a nice touch of decoration, I have to say that she did a nice job. We spent the next few days together and went to Coronet where we would put together test crews. This is where we met Asohi, a young human girl who was just getting interested in flying but she ended up being handy on a turret. We were still lacking some essential members, we found a few temp crewers to head out with us and got to work tweaking the systems. We came into contact with Hebeu during this time. Heb is a pilot / doctor, the perfect combo to take on as chief medic / gunner. He is a dead eye. He became permanent very quickly.
We still, however, lacked a co-pilot, someone with enough skills to take over the helm if needed, who has the knowledge to know when to run the right programs and such. I remember the night we first flew with Casandra, but that is another tale for another time. Cas was the missing piece to the puzzle, she had every skill we needed, and as a big plus who doesn’t want to fly next to a tall well put together blonde? It was finally time.
We made a test run the night before we took it out. Things went well, despite using new gunners. In fact, it went so well we had the baz nitch on it’s last leg when we called it a night.
The day had come. It was finally time.
We gathered in Mos Eisley. The crew was Hester, Casandra, Hebeu, and a new guy I had flown with a while ago against an Imperial Corvette named Grey. I gave them the rundown on what to expect while Heb administered some of those wonderful buffs to Hest for when the plasma started leaking. They went to the guns and we headed out to Dathomir space. Cas ran the programs needed and we launched to that small bit of Deep Space.
We reverted and did a quick scan of other known pilots in the area, a couple of Rebels in a Nova Courier was all. Excellent, the more the merrier as long as they didn’t get in my way. I commed them as they were leaving, the pilot was a Wook that I knew casually with a name even his momma couldn’t pronounce: Bbjfsu. He would be happy to take our wing but wanted to fly his Y Wing instead. Perfect.
I changed our bearings and found it. Death suspended in space. A new destroyer tonight, but what did I care? Either way it was going to die.
To be continued…
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 12-20-2004 10:30 AM
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 01-03-2005 09:49 AM
KyrYxus
Thu Dec 16, 2004 2:34 pm
#2
Also being posted in the Pilot's Forum:
The time had finally come. I had my eyes set on this feat of daring for some time, in fact since the space lanes had re-opened, I had asked myself “could you?” I knew the answer of course. After all, I’m Kyr’Yxus Eloc, Captain of The Crimson Flare, leader of the best crew of spacers the galaxy had seen in generations. The Imperial Star Destroyer is the most visible sign of their control in the Galaxy and I owed them some serious payback. Understand I am no rebel, I’m just a man looking to make a buck. I had served their emperor for sometime, but got never received anything, and couldn’t even justify my role in their galactic genocide. Thing is, that buck has been denied me for quite some time as the Imps kept me stuck on the sand for over a year, all the while taunting me with those Star Destroyers hanging over my head whenever I yearned to return to the cool embrace of the stars.
As soon as I had “proven my qualifications” to the hyperspace conductors and was finally given free reign of the stars again I was like a Huurton with the sent of blood in my nose. I was going to get my come-uppance for being grounded. It didn’t take long to hear about it, a Star Destroyer, patrolling a sector in Deep Space with a minimal TIE escort. I had to check this rumor out for myself so I faked myself an Imperial ID and headed out in my Rihkxyrk. Sure enough there she was, sitting, shining like some deadly fang in space. 100 guns, 2 shields, and hundreds of meters of death, but it’s most dangerous tool was strangely gone. The rumors were true.
I shot back to Mos Eisley to make plans. I don’t want to do a fighter strike. The Flare needs her revenge for the forced year long moth-balling she suffered. I would need a crew, but they had to be right. They had to be ready. I had to gel with them and them with each other. The first phase of the hunt began.
I began to offer my services to Rebel and real pilots for free, helping them with missions and hunts, meeting new people, observing their skills. The first person to join the crew was Hester, a sexy Zabrak that hadn’t spent 20 minutes in space in her life, but she wanted to help in some way or other. She was not afraid to take a risk and she apparently had a thing for humans with great hair. She offered her services as an engineer and to give the Flare a nice touch of decoration, I have to say that she did a nice job. We spent the next few days together and went to Coronet where we would put together test crews. This is where we met Asohi, a young human girl who was just getting interested in flying but she ended up being handy on a turret. We were still lacking some essential members, we found a few temp crewers to head out with us and got to work tweaking the systems. We came into contact with Hebeu during this time. Heb is a pilot / doctor, the perfect combo to take on as chief medic / gunner. He is a dead eye. He became permanent very quickly.
We still, however, lacked a co-pilot, someone with enough skills to take over the helm if needed, who has the knowledge to know when to run the right programs and such. I remember the night we first flew with Casandra, but that is another tale for another time. Cas was the missing piece to the puzzle, she had every skill we needed, and as a big plus who doesn’t want to fly next to a tall well put together blonde? It was finally time.
We made a test run the night before we took it out. Things went well, despite using new gunners. In fact, it went so well we had the baz nitch on it’s last leg when we called it a night.
The day had come. It was finally time.
We gathered in Mos Eisley. The crew was Hester, Casandra, Hebeu, and a new guy I had flown with a while ago against an Imperial Corvette named Grey. I gave them the rundown on what to expect while Heb administered some of those wonderful buffs to Hest for when the plasma started leaking. They went to the guns and we headed out to Dathomir space. Cas ran the programs needed and we launched to that small bit of Deep Space.
We reverted and did a quick scan of other known pilots in the area, a couple of Rebels in a Nova Courier was all. Excellent, the more the merrier as long as they didn’t get in my way. I commed them as they were leaving, the pilot was a Wook that I knew casually with a name even his momma couldn’t pronounce: Bbjfsu. He would be happy to take our wing but wanted to fly his Y Wing instead. Perfect.
I changed our bearings and found it. Death suspended in space. A new destroyer tonight, but what did I care? Either way it was going to die.
To be continued…
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 01-03-2005 10:26 AM
KyrYxus
Thu Dec 16, 2004 3:33 pm
#4
Our maneuvering around behind it seemed like a crawl. Inch by inch it grew until it filled my viewport. Slowly, I adjusted the yaw until we were facing the back side of the shield generators.
“Target the shields.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
My fingers wrapped around the throttle, my shoulder tensed as I braced myself to drop the throttle to full. Just then my proximity alarm blared to life. Blast!!! I thought as I searched for the cause and heaved a sigh of relief when a familiar disc shaped ship blew past me overhead, another YT showing as a friendly on my scope. I hailed them on the comm. The captain’s name was Oslif.
“Care to join us in taking this bloated bantha out of the stars?” I asked. He was for sure. We added him to our private channel and I slammed the throttle forward.
Suddenly things seemed to be happening in real time rather than a pool of bacta, no that is not right, things were happening in lightspeed. Our quads began to pound. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Small pocks of super heated metal showed across the shield generator. I pulled up on my flight stick and I engaged the boosters. Our ship was being rocked like a baby in a cradle by a drunken tusken.
“Cas, shunt the shields!”
“Aye, sir!”
Then things we got our first surprise. The stick was wrenched from my hand as the Flare was forced a full 180 degrees! This thing has a tractor beam! I fought as hard as I could when a new series of blasts punched through our armor. These shots lacked the BOOM that the turbolasers provided though. These were the familiar sounds of TIE blasters. I checked the scope as the alarm started blaring in my ears and saw 5 TIE Advanceds circling past me, and our engines were gone!
“Hest!”
“I’m already on it!” I knew that would be her answer. Soon the familiar hum kicked in underneath the blaring klaxons. I kicked the throttle to full and pulled out to a safe distance. The TIEs were gone as well.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“That was too close.” I checked to see what damage we had suffered, contained plasma leaks and all other damage had been repaired save our armor. Our next pass could kill us, especially if they latched that beam on us again. I hit the hyperdrive on and headed back to Dathomir for repairs and then headed back in.
The SD’s shield generators had both been hit. One was down to 50% and the other sat at 80%. This will wound them I thought to myself. We lined up once again to find a Rebel Y-Wing on our side. Bb had returned. With minimal exchange of words I headed in on my next pass and we dropped the primary generator to 7% while suffering minimal damage. We had gotten lucky, I knew, I just prayed my luck would hold up.
“Your turn, take out the shields, Bb.” We watched the Y-Wing soar in and enjoyed the fireworks as the shield generator blow.
“I’m doing the next, he isn’t hitting me hard at all.” The Wookiee called out over the comm. He circled around and unloaded on the other generator which quickly blew as well.
We circled around to the back again.
“Take his engines and I’ll start on the reactor.”
“Roger.”
We kicked in the throttle to strafe the starboard side.
“Cap, I don’t have a reactor to target on my scopes.” Hebeu called up from his station on the ventral quads.
“We’re going to flank them, just broadside them and you’ll hit it.”
“Aye.”
We blasted along the side of the beast as all weapons were brought to bear. I watched, satisfied as the indicators dropped. Another plasma leak alarm began to screech in my ear. I didn’t even have to say a word. I knew Hester would handle it in good order. We circled back again as Cas took care of the shields and hit the emergency thrust. Our armor was all but completely gone but I was feeling brave and decided to engage again. Our second reactor run was not as smooth at all. We soon found ourselves at Dathomir station, Hester with 3rd degree burns and the rest of us with severe headaches. Now I was getting angry.
Soon enough we were back on the SD’s 6. I noticed that his reactor was not going down fast at all, only at 52%, not good enough. I gritted my teeth and headed in. Another pass and it was down another 20%. As we circled back the proximity alarm beeped again, this time a B-Wing that wouldn’t answer my hails. JCTango was the pilots designation and I watched him finish off the reactor with one pass.
We’re actually going to pull this off!
“Look alive and target the bridge! This baby is going to blow!” We shot in to the maelstrom of green fire unloading everything we had on the bridge. Bbjfsu was doing the same and I hadn’t seen Oslif in a while. The bridge was at 51% when we had to regroup in Dathomir again.
“DAMMIT! That thing better not blow while we aren’t there!” We flew like a streak back to deep space.
51% still.
The engines screamed in protest as we barreled straight ahead to finish the job.
I watched as the mystery B Wing unloaded.
35%.
Then we were there.
“FIRE!!!!” I yelled. But then our ship lurched. ANOTHER TRACTOR BEAM. We were pulled 180 degrees and made a rough contact with the hull of the ship, out of the fire of the lasers! It seemed as if this Destroyer wanted to go! There was a small shudder as we broke free of the pull and shot back into the fray.
20%.
15%.
10%.
9%.
7%.
Bbjfsu unloaded. We blasted away. And the B-Wing joined in. Things came to a head and the sudden silence was deafening.
My breath released as the first burst of flames gushed from the control tower. I hadn’t realized I was holding it. We raced to escape the destruction. Another gout of fire. Then a huge cloud of flame burst through the ship, shattering it into many pieces.
“YEEEEEEAAAHAAAAA!!!!” I called out as I engaged the Hyperdrive. Now they would know. The Crimson Flare is back and the Empire will rue the day it grounded her. This was just the beginning.
“Target the shields.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
My fingers wrapped around the throttle, my shoulder tensed as I braced myself to drop the throttle to full. Just then my proximity alarm blared to life. Blast!!! I thought as I searched for the cause and heaved a sigh of relief when a familiar disc shaped ship blew past me overhead, another YT showing as a friendly on my scope. I hailed them on the comm. The captain’s name was Oslif.
“Care to join us in taking this bloated bantha out of the stars?” I asked. He was for sure. We added him to our private channel and I slammed the throttle forward.
Suddenly things seemed to be happening in real time rather than a pool of bacta, no that is not right, things were happening in lightspeed. Our quads began to pound. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Small pocks of super heated metal showed across the shield generator. I pulled up on my flight stick and I engaged the boosters. Our ship was being rocked like a baby in a cradle by a drunken tusken.
“Cas, shunt the shields!”
“Aye, sir!”
Then things we got our first surprise. The stick was wrenched from my hand as the Flare was forced a full 180 degrees! This thing has a tractor beam! I fought as hard as I could when a new series of blasts punched through our armor. These shots lacked the BOOM that the turbolasers provided though. These were the familiar sounds of TIE blasters. I checked the scope as the alarm started blaring in my ears and saw 5 TIE Advanceds circling past me, and our engines were gone!
“Hest!”
“I’m already on it!” I knew that would be her answer. Soon the familiar hum kicked in underneath the blaring klaxons. I kicked the throttle to full and pulled out to a safe distance. The TIEs were gone as well.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“That was too close.” I checked to see what damage we had suffered, contained plasma leaks and all other damage had been repaired save our armor. Our next pass could kill us, especially if they latched that beam on us again. I hit the hyperdrive on and headed back to Dathomir for repairs and then headed back in.
The SD’s shield generators had both been hit. One was down to 50% and the other sat at 80%. This will wound them I thought to myself. We lined up once again to find a Rebel Y-Wing on our side. Bb had returned. With minimal exchange of words I headed in on my next pass and we dropped the primary generator to 7% while suffering minimal damage. We had gotten lucky, I knew, I just prayed my luck would hold up.
“Your turn, take out the shields, Bb.” We watched the Y-Wing soar in and enjoyed the fireworks as the shield generator blow.
“I’m doing the next, he isn’t hitting me hard at all.” The Wookiee called out over the comm. He circled around and unloaded on the other generator which quickly blew as well.
We circled around to the back again.
“Take his engines and I’ll start on the reactor.”
“Roger.”
We kicked in the throttle to strafe the starboard side.
“Cap, I don’t have a reactor to target on my scopes.” Hebeu called up from his station on the ventral quads.
“We’re going to flank them, just broadside them and you’ll hit it.”
“Aye.”
We blasted along the side of the beast as all weapons were brought to bear. I watched, satisfied as the indicators dropped. Another plasma leak alarm began to screech in my ear. I didn’t even have to say a word. I knew Hester would handle it in good order. We circled back again as Cas took care of the shields and hit the emergency thrust. Our armor was all but completely gone but I was feeling brave and decided to engage again. Our second reactor run was not as smooth at all. We soon found ourselves at Dathomir station, Hester with 3rd degree burns and the rest of us with severe headaches. Now I was getting angry.
Soon enough we were back on the SD’s 6. I noticed that his reactor was not going down fast at all, only at 52%, not good enough. I gritted my teeth and headed in. Another pass and it was down another 20%. As we circled back the proximity alarm beeped again, this time a B-Wing that wouldn’t answer my hails. JCTango was the pilots designation and I watched him finish off the reactor with one pass.
We’re actually going to pull this off!
“Look alive and target the bridge! This baby is going to blow!” We shot in to the maelstrom of green fire unloading everything we had on the bridge. Bbjfsu was doing the same and I hadn’t seen Oslif in a while. The bridge was at 51% when we had to regroup in Dathomir again.
“DAMMIT! That thing better not blow while we aren’t there!” We flew like a streak back to deep space.
51% still.
The engines screamed in protest as we barreled straight ahead to finish the job.
I watched as the mystery B Wing unloaded.
35%.
Then we were there.
“FIRE!!!!” I yelled. But then our ship lurched. ANOTHER TRACTOR BEAM. We were pulled 180 degrees and made a rough contact with the hull of the ship, out of the fire of the lasers! It seemed as if this Destroyer wanted to go! There was a small shudder as we broke free of the pull and shot back into the fray.
20%.
15%.
10%.
9%.
7%.
Bbjfsu unloaded. We blasted away. And the B-Wing joined in. Things came to a head and the sudden silence was deafening.
My breath released as the first burst of flames gushed from the control tower. I hadn’t realized I was holding it. We raced to escape the destruction. Another gout of fire. Then a huge cloud of flame burst through the ship, shattering it into many pieces.
“YEEEEEEAAAHAAAAA!!!!” I called out as I engaged the Hyperdrive. Now they would know. The Crimson Flare is back and the Empire will rue the day it grounded her. This was just the beginning.
KyrYxus
Thu Dec 16, 2004 3:34 pm
#5
Our maneuvering around behind it seemed like a crawl. Inch by inch it grew until it filled my viewport. Slowly, I adjusted the yaw until we were facing the back side of the shield generators.
“Target the shields.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
My fingers wrapped around the throttle, my shoulder tensed as I braced myself to drop the throttle to full. Just then my proximity alarm blared to life. Blast!!! I thought as I searched for the cause and heaved a sigh of relief when a familiar disc shaped ship blew past me overhead, another YT showing as a friendly on my scope. I hailed them on the comm. The captain’s name was Oslif.
“Care to join us in taking this bloated bantha out of the stars?” I asked. He was for sure. We added him to our private channel and I slammed the throttle forward.
Suddenly things seemed to be happening in real time rather than a pool of bacta, no that is not right, things were happening in lightspeed. Our quads began to pound. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Small pocks of super heated metal showed across the shield generator. I pulled up on my flight stick and I engaged the boosters. Our ship was being rocked like a baby in a cradle by a drunken tusken.
“Cas, shunt the shields!”
“Aye, sir!”
Then things we got our first surprise. The stick was wrenched from my hand as the Flare was forced a full 180 degrees! This thing has a tractor beam! I fought as hard as I could when a new series of blasts punched through our armor. These shots lacked the BOOM that the turbolasers provided though. These were the familiar sounds of TIE blasters. I checked the scope as the alarm started blaring in my ears and saw 5 TIE Advanceds circling past me, and our engines were gone!
“Hest!”
“I’m already on it!” I knew that would be her answer. Soon the familiar hum kicked in underneath the blaring klaxons. I kicked the throttle to full and pulled out to a safe distance. The TIEs were gone as well.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“That was too close.” I checked to see what damage we had suffered, contained plasma leaks and all other damage had been repaired save our armor. Our next pass could kill us, especially if they latched that beam on us again. I hit the hyperdrive on and headed back to Dathomir for repairs and then headed back in.
The SD’s shield generators had both been hit. One was down to 50% and the other sat at 80%. This will wound them I thought to myself. We lined up once again to find a Rebel Y-Wing on our side. Bb had returned. With minimal exchange of words I headed in on my next pass and we dropped the primary generator to 7% while suffering minimal damage. We had gotten lucky, I knew, I just prayed my luck would hold up.
“Your turn, take out the shields, Bb.” We watched the Y-Wing soar in and enjoyed the fireworks as the shield generator blow.
“I’m doing the next, he isn’t hitting me hard at all.” The Wookiee called out over the comm. He circled around and unloaded on the other generator which quickly blew as well.
We circled around to the back again.
“Take his engines and I’ll start on the reactor.”
“Roger.”
We kicked in the throttle to strafe the starboard side.
“Cap, I don’t have a reactor to target on my scopes.” Hebeu called up from his station on the ventral quads.
“We’re going to flank them, just broadside them and you’ll hit it.”
“Aye.”
We blasted along the side of the beast as all weapons were brought to bear. I watched, satisfied as the indicators dropped. Another plasma leak alarm began to screech in my ear. I didn’t even have to say a word. I knew Hester would handle it in good order. We circled back again as Cas took care of the shields and hit the emergency thrust. Our armor was all but completely gone but I was feeling brave and decided to engage again. Our second reactor run was not as smooth at all. We soon found ourselves at Dathomir station, Hester with 3rd degree burns and the rest of us with severe headaches. Now I was getting angry.
Soon enough we were back on the SD’s 6. I noticed that his reactor was not going down fast at all, only at 52%, not good enough. I gritted my teeth and headed in. Another pass and it was down another 20%. As we circled back the proximity alarm beeped again, this time a B-Wing that wouldn’t answer my hails. JCTango was the pilots designation and I watched him finish off the reactor with one pass.
We’re actually going to pull this off!
“Look alive and target the bridge! This baby is going to blow!” We shot in to the maelstrom of green fire unloading everything we had on the bridge. Bbjfsu was doing the same and I hadn’t seen Oslif in a while. The bridge was at 51% when we had to regroup in Dathomir again.
“DAMMIT! That thing better not blow while we aren’t there!” We flew like a streak back to deep space.
51% still.
The engines screamed in protest as we barreled straight ahead to finish the job.
I watched as the mystery B Wing unloaded.
35%.
Then we were there.
“FIRE!!!!” I yelled. But then our ship lurched. ANOTHER TRACTOR BEAM. We were pulled 180 degrees and made a rough contact with the hull of the ship, out of the fire of the lasers! It seemed as if this Destroyer wanted to go! There was a small shudder as we broke free of the pull and shot back into the fray.
20%.
15%.
10%.
9%.
7%.
Bbjfsu unloaded. We blasted away. And the B-Wing joined in. Things came to a head and the sudden silence was deafening.
My breath released as the first burst of flames gushed from the control tower. I hadn’t realized I was holding it. We raced to escape the destruction. Another gout of fire. Then a huge cloud of flame burst through the ship, shattering it into many pieces.
“YEEEEEEAAAHAAAAA!!!!” I called out as I engaged the Hyperdrive. Now they would know. The Crimson Flare is back and the Empire will rue the day it grounded her. This was just the beginning.
“Target the shields.”
“Roger that, Captain.”
My fingers wrapped around the throttle, my shoulder tensed as I braced myself to drop the throttle to full. Just then my proximity alarm blared to life. Blast!!! I thought as I searched for the cause and heaved a sigh of relief when a familiar disc shaped ship blew past me overhead, another YT showing as a friendly on my scope. I hailed them on the comm. The captain’s name was Oslif.
“Care to join us in taking this bloated bantha out of the stars?” I asked. He was for sure. We added him to our private channel and I slammed the throttle forward.
Suddenly things seemed to be happening in real time rather than a pool of bacta, no that is not right, things were happening in lightspeed. Our quads began to pound. Thoom! Thoom! Thoom! Small pocks of super heated metal showed across the shield generator. I pulled up on my flight stick and I engaged the boosters. Our ship was being rocked like a baby in a cradle by a drunken tusken.
“Cas, shunt the shields!”
“Aye, sir!”
Then things we got our first surprise. The stick was wrenched from my hand as the Flare was forced a full 180 degrees! This thing has a tractor beam! I fought as hard as I could when a new series of blasts punched through our armor. These shots lacked the BOOM that the turbolasers provided though. These were the familiar sounds of TIE blasters. I checked the scope as the alarm started blaring in my ears and saw 5 TIE Advanceds circling past me, and our engines were gone!
“Hest!”
“I’m already on it!” I knew that would be her answer. Soon the familiar hum kicked in underneath the blaring klaxons. I kicked the throttle to full and pulled out to a safe distance. The TIEs were gone as well.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
“That was too close.” I checked to see what damage we had suffered, contained plasma leaks and all other damage had been repaired save our armor. Our next pass could kill us, especially if they latched that beam on us again. I hit the hyperdrive on and headed back to Dathomir for repairs and then headed back in.
The SD’s shield generators had both been hit. One was down to 50% and the other sat at 80%. This will wound them I thought to myself. We lined up once again to find a Rebel Y-Wing on our side. Bb had returned. With minimal exchange of words I headed in on my next pass and we dropped the primary generator to 7% while suffering minimal damage. We had gotten lucky, I knew, I just prayed my luck would hold up.
“Your turn, take out the shields, Bb.” We watched the Y-Wing soar in and enjoyed the fireworks as the shield generator blow.
“I’m doing the next, he isn’t hitting me hard at all.” The Wookiee called out over the comm. He circled around and unloaded on the other generator which quickly blew as well.
We circled around to the back again.
“Take his engines and I’ll start on the reactor.”
“Roger.”
We kicked in the throttle to strafe the starboard side.
“Cap, I don’t have a reactor to target on my scopes.” Hebeu called up from his station on the ventral quads.
“We’re going to flank them, just broadside them and you’ll hit it.”
“Aye.”
We blasted along the side of the beast as all weapons were brought to bear. I watched, satisfied as the indicators dropped. Another plasma leak alarm began to screech in my ear. I didn’t even have to say a word. I knew Hester would handle it in good order. We circled back again as Cas took care of the shields and hit the emergency thrust. Our armor was all but completely gone but I was feeling brave and decided to engage again. Our second reactor run was not as smooth at all. We soon found ourselves at Dathomir station, Hester with 3rd degree burns and the rest of us with severe headaches. Now I was getting angry.
Soon enough we were back on the SD’s 6. I noticed that his reactor was not going down fast at all, only at 52%, not good enough. I gritted my teeth and headed in. Another pass and it was down another 20%. As we circled back the proximity alarm beeped again, this time a B-Wing that wouldn’t answer my hails. JCTango was the pilots designation and I watched him finish off the reactor with one pass.
We’re actually going to pull this off!
“Look alive and target the bridge! This baby is going to blow!” We shot in to the maelstrom of green fire unloading everything we had on the bridge. Bbjfsu was doing the same and I hadn’t seen Oslif in a while. The bridge was at 51% when we had to regroup in Dathomir again.
“DAMMIT! That thing better not blow while we aren’t there!” We flew like a streak back to deep space.
51% still.
The engines screamed in protest as we barreled straight ahead to finish the job.
I watched as the mystery B Wing unloaded.
35%.
Then we were there.
“FIRE!!!!” I yelled. But then our ship lurched. ANOTHER TRACTOR BEAM. We were pulled 180 degrees and made a rough contact with the hull of the ship, out of the fire of the lasers! It seemed as if this Destroyer wanted to go! There was a small shudder as we broke free of the pull and shot back into the fray.
20%.
15%.
10%.
9%.
7%.
Bbjfsu unloaded. We blasted away. And the B-Wing joined in. Things came to a head and the sudden silence was deafening.
My breath released as the first burst of flames gushed from the control tower. I hadn’t realized I was holding it. We raced to escape the destruction. Another gout of fire. Then a huge cloud of flame burst through the ship, shattering it into many pieces.
“YEEEEEEAAAHAAAAA!!!!” I called out as I engaged the Hyperdrive. Now they would know. The Crimson Flare is back and the Empire will rue the day it grounded her. This was just the beginning.
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 12-16-2004 03:43 PM
Mitsyt-Ivo
Thu Dec 16, 2004 8:57 pm
#8
/cheer!
Who will play the crew in the movie? I can see it now: Crimson Flare vs. Star Destroyer, Who will win! hehe well the movies are never as good as the books ya know
I just wish I had had the oppurtinity to join you in this valient fight Captian.
I hate parents.
Who will play the crew in the movie? I can see it now: Crimson Flare vs. Star Destroyer, Who will win! hehe well the movies are never as good as the books ya know
I just wish I had had the oppurtinity to join you in this valient fight Captian.
I hate parents.
sumner
Fri Dec 17, 2004 5:22 am
#9
Great story, except for the part where the SD exploded! Makes me want to master even more! Once I do the Imperial Decimator"Emperor's Fist" will be out there protecting our wonderful SD from marauders like this dastardly "Crimson Flare", at least on Intrepid 
Hebeu
Fri Dec 17, 2004 7:20 am
#10
Then ye shall fall before my crosshairs as the star destroyer did. You are no match for the crew of the crimson flare!! hahahahahahahahahaha 
KyrYxus
Fri Dec 17, 2004 7:57 am
#11
Aaaaah my crew, gotta love you guys. Once the Imps of Sunrunner grow a set we'll be doing to them what we did to their Star Destroyer.
In the meantime here is a few shots showcasing the destruction of it:
On Approach
Fire on their flanks!
A few small gouts of flame
KABOOM!!!
That's for those of you who couldn't see it for yourselves, and a reminder to those dirty Imperial dogs as to what will happen when they try to keep the Crimson Flare grounded!
***Fixed
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 12-17-2004 08:57 AM
KyrYxus
Fri Dec 17, 2004 8:02 am
#12
No update to my log today. There just was not enough worth writing about that happened last night, I simply continued my personal war with the Black Sun. To compensate here is some of the holos from our run on the Star Destroyer the other night.
Thanks for the one star rather than saying hey it didn't work. It's now fixed.
Message Edited by KyrYxus on 12-19-2004 12:36 PM
KyrYxus
Mon Dec 20, 2004 8:11 am
#13
Welll... it has been a few days since taking down the beast and word of the feat had gotten out. Only it didn't quite create the reputation that I wanted. Not to say I didn't expect it but as I said before, I am no rebel. It became apparent after a couple of days listening to the whispers in the Cantina that something was going to have to be done to set the record straight. I had already shown that the Empire was no friend of mine now it was time to back up the statement that I am no rebel. It was time to take the hurting to the Rebel Alliance.
I sent out a communique to the members of Innate Depravity, the moniker taken on by the crew and friends of the Flare, letting them know what was going down. The reception was all in all a good one. Hester was, needless to say, more than willing to go. Casandra was ready, as was Asohi. Hebeu respectfully declined. He gave no reasons nor did he need to. You see, Hebeu IS a rebel, and thus had no desire to hurt his own cause. To each his own I always say. We were short a gunner. I sent feelers out into my pilot network but did not get any response as most pilots I know DO tend to be friends of the Alliance. Casandra however had a friend, a lady pilot, captain of her own decimator who was more than willing to partake in this raid. I can't for the life of me remember her name, all I remember was her pony tail and her big... ahem... rifle. We met up at my usual haunt in Mos Eisley.
It was time to fill them in on the specifics of the raid. Deep Space again. This time to bring as much hurt to the Alliance as we could in a quick hit and fade strike. Hebeu was helpful enough to provide Hester with some nice buffing drugs before he left to do whatever it was that Hebeu does when not bringing the pain to whatever ship was foolish enough to cross his reticle. We loaded up and headed out.
Once again we headed to Dathomir to find the Deep Space access station. Along the way to our nav point I decided to test out the new gunner. I scouted my scope and found another YT in the area. Unger... something or other. This guy had been patrolling my local haunts for weeks andit was time to, once again, show him that Dathomir belongs to I-D. We made short work of him. This should work out nicely, if only the 4 women in the crew would take the time to not focus on whatever flaws they decided to create in me, because, hey let's face it; there aren't any. We resumed course and in due time reached the station. This time the transponder was spoofed to show me as an Imperial Decimator. I pulled the sticks together and the stars stretched to starlines and for a moment all seemed to stop, then with a loud BOOM we watched the mottled tunnel of hyperspace surround us.
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