Grim Wraithe Stjerna
The Víkíngr, reaver of the sea, hunter of Pirates.
Chuka Struk
Chuka shook his head as the ship finished it's power up, as more sensor data scrolled across the screen. "I don't like this." Muttering his thoughts about the situation on planet, with the Jedi and how the First Order had been involved with it all and dealt with it. "We're going to get to a better vantage point and you're going to recheck all the information we have and I'll scan the ships in orbit and those fleeing the system."
The Mandalorian pushed the throttles and pulled back on the yoke, maneuvering first out of the hanger then into the busy sky lanes and finally into low orbit, skirting the edge of the now one sided space battle.
"Might not have to worry about the Republic, they're retreating..." Pointing first at the sensors then looking out the view port, just in time to see the Venator explode into two fire balls. "We do not have to worry about the Republic now."
[Location: Akalenedat: Nar Shadda orbit / Interacting: Janah Jorvedd ( Skyrte )]
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Razor 9 & 2
Ravish flew in frustrated silence as her Squadron flew into the middle of the fire fight. As much as she would cause problems in the mud, to mean flying in the atmosphere of a planet, on the fight deck and in the ready room, she had never wanted to disobey an order now then right now. "We could be making a bigger dent in those eye balls..." Her ears still laid flat along her head as her claws dug into the throttle control.
"Whether you see it or not we're doing more here, escorting the senator, then splashing a few TIE's." Sers Za calmly said as they held escort positions behind the yacht.
That was not what she wanted to hear, no matter how right he might have been. The Cathar was about to reply when alarm lights and buzzers went crazy on her panels. "Are you seeing this?" She asked as she tried to turn far enough backwards to confirm what her instruments were screaming at her.
"I... I am... But.. I don't believe it." His normally reserved voice wavered as he double checked his readings.
Ravish pushed a small amount of extra thrust before her cut her main engines so she would keep moving with her wingman and did a quick flip to look back. Just in time to see in the distance the Venator listing off to one side as explosions began to engulf its entire hull. Finally, one last explosion tore the ship in half, the force of which sending both halves floating off into different directions.
Shock, horror, anger, and grief all rushed over her. Her eyes going wide then narrowing, her pupils dilated. Her shoulders tensed as her hackles rose as her fangs were bared and let out roaring howl of pain and anger. Her home, get family, get friends were all gone in that one instant.
"Razor Squadron, we're inputting a course to Hosnian Prime. Your ship is destroyed so you may as well come with us and regroup with the main battle fleet." The senator called over the radio just before she jumped to hyperspace, but Ravish did not hear her.
"Jorezra! Are you there?!" Ravish keyed in the Squadron channel.
"Razor Nine!" His strong voice came in clear. "What are you still doing here? You should have jumped out of here with the Senator!"
"They're all gone!" The pain and anger not hidden in her voice.
"We're fine! Razors will stay sharp and regroup!" There was a brief burst of static. "I'm ordering the withdraw, the remaining flights are already falling back! We'll cover you and the VIP. Now go get to the rally point!"
"Aye aye Razor One." She said with as more convection then she felt. Pulling on the yoke and flipping her fighter back around, pushing her throttles hard. Hey astromech, R3-S3, chirped in with a series of beeps and high pitched squeaks and whistles, letting her know he had the jump to Hosnian Prime ready. "Yeah, fine, make the jump Reese. Get us there." With a low whistle the droid engaged the hyperdrive and the ship entered the swirling blue tunnel, not far time wise behind her wingman and the senator.
[Location: enroute to Hosnian Prime]