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Both ships had reached the rendez-vous point and were ready to make the jump. The pilots had a lifted off without the slightest of turbulence. More than one of the passengers of the two ships were eager to get into action, like the Aquilish, who where "stimulating" each other by making sure they all had their bruises before they had even gotten into battle. This scene annoyed the other passengers in the ES Koros quite a bit. Tres Fute just sighed most of the time, while the Sakyian biologist was getting so nervous he didn't have any nails left. One of the Aquilish one the other hand was quite calm and was even transmitting some kind of encrypted message to an unknown receiver. The pilots prepared for hyper. Qardin and his comrades sat back, closed their eyes, and the ships blasted of towards the Empress Teta system.

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Chapter 2: Expected visitors

The Krath expedition squad had reached, after 6 days in hyper, the Empress Teta system. The transports had flown in nice and easy.They didn't even fly into a star or anything. Time had been killed by playing cards, small tests of strength, sleeping and even conversations of high intellectual and spiritual level. The sublight travel towards the planet went quiet, until they reached the orbit of Empress Teta…


Qardin stepped into the cockpit, looking over to the pilots.
“Great job, you guys, it has been a long time since I saw piloting of such high skill” he said, tapping his Logistics superior on the shoulder. As he looked towards the planet ahead and gazed at the wondrous blue glow that surrounded the yellow-tanned planet, he was knocked over as the ship was thrown to the side by an ion cannon blast hitting the shield surrounding the ship. The last thing he saw before he blacked out, was a blackened Y-wing flying past the front frame.


OOC: We are being attacked by a squad of 4 mercenary ships, all flying a blackened Y-Wing BTL-S3, with a blue spider on its hull. We must get rid of them or our mission will be compromised! Qardin lies unconscious in the cockpit, he could use some help as well. :p (this doesn't mean i will not make anymore posts, this gives all of you an opportunity to do something, take the chance, don't wait until we can all fire a blaster!)

seeing hostile ships and lots of explosions and other cool looking ships, though somewhat not massive enough to scare him, Mandro noticed thta he was infact, still maning the turrets. "well then ive got time to kill" he quitley said, and then giggled at his little comment, he began shooting at the bad guy ship that looked like it was comming in for a second attack run, poor sod must have thought hed been ruffled by a little shakey shakey in that last explosion. "lets go boys! weve got bad guys to kill! may your guns shoot straight and your wives be moderatley good looking!" he shouted randomly amiss, it was odd though, Abdu was usually shouting and having a blast in times like this. he wondered what had happened to him as he targeted the Y wing that was going in twards the 2nd ship

After several days of trying to convince the more thugish of the Aqualish that were aboard the ship with him of their place in Krath's will as servants of chaos and order, Finar eventually had given up and had confined himself to the rear of the ship where he had entered into an extended trance to blot out the more grating of the voices.

The Diathim cleric only came out of his trance as the ship dropped out of hyper; opening his eyes, he stretched his arms to work out the kinks, now fully awake and relaxed. Finar was somewhat disturbed to see that the aqualish had not improved much, although the mood did feel a bit more tense.

Standing, Finar made his way towards the cockpit. Sticking his head inside he spoke in his melodious voice, "Is everything alright?"

Upon dropping hyperspace, he does a quick check on his scanners and notices the 4 Y-wings. He immediately accelerates as fast as he can to avoid any enemy fire.

"Correl, turn the seatbelt light on! This is gonna be a little wild!" the Mandalorian says, as he begins to roll the ship. "Can we get the scanners superimposed on the windows? Those black ships have a camouflaged benefit without them."

He turns the ship intercom on "Hello friendly passengers. We seem to have a little issue so hold on as I kill me some shabuir fighters and try to keep you guys from being dead. I think you'll like that."

"Correl, open the comm units to the other ship, and open it up to mandro in the turret."

the little com box buzzed but no one talked through it, as Mandro firred somewhat wildley since it was kinda hard to see crap, even with the thermals on, maybe it was abdu? naaah he had his headset. "hello and welcome to hell, may i take your order please?" madro said twards the com. sigh, sometimes he cracked himself up. they say laughter is the best medicin, but if you laugh for no reason you need medicin? what a strange galaxy he lived in. "you know you live in a strange place when you can think philosiphicaly while shooting a big gun at even bigger splodey thingiys that have people on them. time for a change of scenery" he mumbled quitely as he moved his crosshairs over to the third ship, bieng as how the 2nd was bieng a pain in the ass

he saw the faded shadows of two y-wings going in for what could possibaly turn out to be a finisher for the 2nd ship, that wouldnt be very pleasnt to explain to the boss on the loss of several million creds worth of crap, soooo since the third ship wasnt bieng to much truble he aimed at the 2nd and the 4th, spraying as much supressing fire as he could muster, seemingly nipping them once or twice, his ship was to far away for him to get any dead on hits, he pushed buttons on the com with one hand while shooting with the other, and said "hay pilot, mind pulling up next to ship 2? poor sods cant seem to find the turret room!"

Kal sat watching the scanners and instrumentation, One hand rested on the steering yolk the other gripped the speed regulator. Thus far the trip had been quiet and the Manda willing it would continue as such, but he would be Aruetiise if he did not remain prepared. Kal adjusted the thrusters slightly as he fine tuned the approach speed to match that of his fellow ship, the Kuros. The trip appeared to be going as planned unitl a fireteam of blackened Y-Wing BTL-S3, with a blue spider on their hull dropped out of seemingly nowhere and opened fire on the Kuros with Ion cannons. The first hit on the Kuros caught Kal by surprise but his mind instantly began assessing the situation. Before Kal could get a full count on the fighters a volly hit the koros flank and rocked the ship.
As Kal adjusted shields and inertial dampeners Finar stuck his head inside the cockpit and spoke in his melodious voice, "Is everything alright?" However his words were barely out as one of the foolish creatures Kal had not seen burst in and shove Finar out of the way.
"Are you guys pilots or what?! either make sure they don't hit us again on I take over this ship!!! My mates are getting dizzy in there, their Hemolymph is getting sturred" He roared towards the pilots. Kal could not have this behavior continue during a dogfight and stood to his full height of 2.95 meters and pulled his rykk blade.
Another word or act of stupidity and I'll have your people as rations for the trip, dikut. made his point kal sat back down and grabbed the steering yolk and thrust it forward and hit the atitude adjusters to bring the Koros nose in line with the flight path of the Y-wings and fire a volley of laser fire. The Y-wings would soon pay for their greed with thier lives.

It didn take long before the tall spiderlike sentient got his responde on his outburt. Kal, overshadowing the Aquilish with his full 2,95 meters, put in a blink of an eye a knife to Tyrok's throat.
Another word or act of stupidity and I'll have your people as rations for the trip, dikut.
The Aquilish released a soar chuckle. "hehe, i like you. just make sure they don't hit us again."
While the small outburst between both sentients was transpiering, on of the Aquilish in the main room hadn't been very lucky. His intestines had started to bubble when they had dropped from hyper and had been eager to releave himself from his digested meal from a day earlier. Tres Fute had laughed at his trouble, which didn't come across too well towards the other Aquilish. The troubled Aquilish couldn't bare it any longer. He ran off towards the ship smallest chamber; the restroom.

Back in the cockpit, the pilots saw one of the Y-wings come back around and failed to avoid a direct hit. The ship tumbled, which brought a loud yell with it.

"BANTHA CRAP!!!"

The now reliefed Aquilish stepped out of the restroom, covered in his own, well, you can fill in that part. A pertruding smell made his way through the ship, turning some of the passengers faces the color of a Falleen.

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Back at the ES Kuros, Qardin still lay there in the cockpit, neck curled and his head against the cockpit wall. A bump had appeared on his head and the uncounsious Anzati's leg seemed to twitch, as he seemed to be in some sort of dream state.

The second friendly ship randomy pulled up into his line of fire "fracking bantha fodder what the hell are you doing goddamn fool warn someone before jumping their gun" he yelled t the wall. To bad sound didn't carry through space. Hostile ship 3 was now coming in for an attack run on him, the other fracker would have to deal with his own problems, he turned and aimed, he had the bad guy dead on, now it was just who fired first, he pulled the trigger with all his might... mean while abdu had been running around re-security equipment, when he noticed shades unconscious and wounded, he ran over to help