>>5666280>>5666288>>5666334>>5666338>>5666349>>5666427>>5666571>>5666585>>5667660“All surviving ships, this is <span class="mu-i">Albatross-Tactical</span>,” B-33 intones. The droid lacks the digits to crack its knuckles, but it does the gesture anyway in a facsimile of Suzel’s pre-flight ritual. “We have come up with a plan. Follow this unit’s orders, and you will guarantee the highest rate of survival. Standby to receive tactical data.”
The MSDF’s <span class="mu-i">Peregrine</span> interceptors lack spots for astromech droids, but they share a compatible data stream that can interface with the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span>. Within seconds, the plan is uploaded to their computers, and their roles automatically assigned and delegated.
“Jolt-Nine, -Ten, -Twelve. Form up and cover the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span>. Prioritize the cannons and harassing the ship. Watch out for allies getting in the line of fire.”
“Jolt-Leader, -Two, -Four, -Five. Pair up into two-man teams and initiate attack runs on these coordinates. Uploading TRP data for a potential weak point on the ship’s surface.”
>>Elba makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 2 Agility and 3 Ranks…>>…a hit!>>Trykov makes a Gunnery (Ag) check, firing the medium lasercannon turret…>>With 3 Agility and 1 Rank…>>…a hit!The <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span> shudders as more projectiles come spitting from the asteroid. But even between Suzel’s wild flying and the turrets providing point defense, it’s all the ship can do to avoid getting hit. Even with the rear deflector shield cranked up to the max, you’d rather not find out the hard way if E-9’s could survive a hit from one of those plasma cannons.
Idly, you even wonder what the hell you’re doing. With how close the asteroid is on your tail, the ECM should’ve fried whatever on-board targeting computers and have them singing Jedi Rocks in five different languages. And yet it doesn’t appear to be having any effect. Focusing it into a tightbeam and manually aiming it seems to have no effect on its accuracy.
<span class="mu-i">Could they be using the Force?</span>
Before you can ponder that question any further, Suzel takes the ship into a wide turn and sends your stomach into your boots. The asteroid follows, turning on a dime as it barrels straight for the <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span>…
“Eat this, you bastard!”
…and right into the laser volley of the escort. Their intercept vector has them screaming over the asteroid, peeling off from an attack run that’s almost too fast for the cannons to track. At the last second, Jolt-Twelve fires off a proton torpedo, aiming at center mass. It’s enough to force the ship to break off its pursuit, corkscrewing to avoid the projectile.
“Albatross-Tactical, this is Jolt-Leader,” states the fighter with a cold and steely determination. “Jolt-Two and I are starting our attack run…”
>>Roll 1d100.>Best of five.Belated Happy Tukayyid. Focht the Trashborn.