Anya Tachi watched her scopes as a full squadron of snub fighters joined the two Jedi star fighters in their attack and harassment of the small assault transport she and Tyr were currently on. She had ordered Tyr to separate from the Nefarion Wraith as soon as the attack had begun, leaving them aboard the bulkier, but more heavily armored of the two ships. Frantically, she fired all the ships weapons at the nimble fighters, but most were dancing in and out of effective range, doing their best to harry their target and keep it from exiting the planet's gravity well.
They needn't have bothered. "What do you mean, 'don't bother with the nav-com?' If we don't get coordinates, we can't safely jump to hyperspace!" Anya shouted at Tyr, who was valiantly doing his best to avoid the incoming ion cannon fire, which would disable a ship rather than destroy it.
"That first big blast took out our hyper-drive. We can't go to light speed," Tyr replied, his voice strained with the effort of some of the most desperate piloting he'd ever done.
"Why didn't you say something before we undocked from the Wraith, you moron?" Anya screamed vehemently.
"I tried, but you told me not to argue and just go, my love," Tyr replied as the ship took another hit due to his distraction. The ships lights dimmed for just a second and returned. "We can't take too many more of those, baby."
Anya fumed.
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The Jedi named Nal Talla watched the energy spark in waves across the hull of Sith vessel as she passed by it. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Within moments, they'd be disabled and then the Unity would tractor the ship aboard. They might have a brief fight, but there would be no way the Sith could hope to survive as long as she and Val were in place and ready. She knew that one way or another, this was almost over.
Suddenly her long sought after quarry turned toward the planet and began making it's way into the stratosphere of AXV-0092. She stared dumbfounded for a moment, trying to comprehend why they would want to land on an uninhabited world. Then it hit her: they'd rather live out their lives marooned on a remote planet than surrender.
Panic set in and her heart was suddenly in her throat. She was too close to bringing the her friends murderers to justice. No way could she lose them now. "Hunter Leader, dis is Firaxa1," the Jedi said, speaking to commander of the Republic fighter squadron, designated Hunter Squadron. "Take out dat ship. I repeat, do not let dat ship land."
"Copy, Firaxa1."
"Hunter Leader, this is Peacemaker," came another voice across the channel. It was the male Chiss Jedi, Val. "Belay that order. We need them alive. Continue to harry them. Stay above them, just don't let them escape."
"I copy, Peacemaker," returned the voice of the squadron leader.
"Firaxa1, private channel," Val voice said, and she complied.
"What is it, Val?" she asked.
"We still need them alive, Nal. I know you don't want them to get away, and they won't. This might just take us a bit longer than we thought," the big blue Jedi said. "Relax. Clear your mind of your worries. We'll get them."
The Jedi continued firing their ion cannons at the fleeing Sith vessel, scoring another hit or two. The good news was that it became quite clear the Sith had no intentions of trying to lose the pursuit. They were indeed going to land on the forest planet despite the fact there was no sentient life forms which inhabited the world.
The bad news was that the Jedi were unable to set their own ships on the ground any closer than about five kilometers away. They were going to have to travel the distance by foot. Val commed Captain Wash Moklam, commander of the Republic hammerhead class war-ship as the Jedi Knight began his landing cycle. "Captain, it appears this chase is now on foot, planet-side."
"I'll drop two platoons immediately," Captain Moklam said from his command chair on the bridge of the Unity.
"Negative, Captain," Val replied. "I don't want to get anyone hurt or injured unnecessarily. We have time on our side. Let Jedi Nal and I approach them on foot. Maybe we can reason with them and talk them into surrendering."
"What would you like us to do?"
"If you could keep Hunter Squadron patrolling the air, and help us by providing sensor readings, should they leave their ship, that would be more than enough," Val said.
"Consider it done... and Val?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"May the Force be with you."
Val and Nal climbed out of the cockpits of their respective fighters, sealing the ships behind them. They took no supplies other than their lightsabers, and set off through the forest at a dead sprint, aided by the Force through frequent bursts of speed.
Within 15 minutes they arrived at the small assault transport, only to find it deserted. A quick check showed the hyper drive had been burned out and the axillary power converters had been fried by the ion blasts. It was clear the ship wasn't going to be taking off without major repairs.
Two sets of footprints lead off eastward into the forest, possibly toward a mountain range many kilometers in the distance.
"We can have supplies dropped to us at our first camp," Nal suggested. They both knew that this wasn't going to be over quickly.
"I concur," Val replied. Side by side, they set off into the forest.
They needn't have bothered. "What do you mean, 'don't bother with the nav-com?' If we don't get coordinates, we can't safely jump to hyperspace!" Anya shouted at Tyr, who was valiantly doing his best to avoid the incoming ion cannon fire, which would disable a ship rather than destroy it.
"That first big blast took out our hyper-drive. We can't go to light speed," Tyr replied, his voice strained with the effort of some of the most desperate piloting he'd ever done.
"Why didn't you say something before we undocked from the Wraith, you moron?" Anya screamed vehemently.
"I tried, but you told me not to argue and just go, my love," Tyr replied as the ship took another hit due to his distraction. The ships lights dimmed for just a second and returned. "We can't take too many more of those, baby."
Anya fumed.
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The Jedi named Nal Talla watched the energy spark in waves across the hull of Sith vessel as she passed by it. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Within moments, they'd be disabled and then the Unity would tractor the ship aboard. They might have a brief fight, but there would be no way the Sith could hope to survive as long as she and Val were in place and ready. She knew that one way or another, this was almost over.
Suddenly her long sought after quarry turned toward the planet and began making it's way into the stratosphere of AXV-0092. She stared dumbfounded for a moment, trying to comprehend why they would want to land on an uninhabited world. Then it hit her: they'd rather live out their lives marooned on a remote planet than surrender.
Panic set in and her heart was suddenly in her throat. She was too close to bringing the her friends murderers to justice. No way could she lose them now. "Hunter Leader, dis is Firaxa1," the Jedi said, speaking to commander of the Republic fighter squadron, designated Hunter Squadron. "Take out dat ship. I repeat, do not let dat ship land."
"Copy, Firaxa1."
"Hunter Leader, this is Peacemaker," came another voice across the channel. It was the male Chiss Jedi, Val. "Belay that order. We need them alive. Continue to harry them. Stay above them, just don't let them escape."
"I copy, Peacemaker," returned the voice of the squadron leader.
"Firaxa1, private channel," Val voice said, and she complied.
"What is it, Val?" she asked.
"We still need them alive, Nal. I know you don't want them to get away, and they won't. This might just take us a bit longer than we thought," the big blue Jedi said. "Relax. Clear your mind of your worries. We'll get them."
The Jedi continued firing their ion cannons at the fleeing Sith vessel, scoring another hit or two. The good news was that it became quite clear the Sith had no intentions of trying to lose the pursuit. They were indeed going to land on the forest planet despite the fact there was no sentient life forms which inhabited the world.
The bad news was that the Jedi were unable to set their own ships on the ground any closer than about five kilometers away. They were going to have to travel the distance by foot. Val commed Captain Wash Moklam, commander of the Republic hammerhead class war-ship as the Jedi Knight began his landing cycle. "Captain, it appears this chase is now on foot, planet-side."
"I'll drop two platoons immediately," Captain Moklam said from his command chair on the bridge of the Unity.
"Negative, Captain," Val replied. "I don't want to get anyone hurt or injured unnecessarily. We have time on our side. Let Jedi Nal and I approach them on foot. Maybe we can reason with them and talk them into surrendering."
"What would you like us to do?"
"If you could keep Hunter Squadron patrolling the air, and help us by providing sensor readings, should they leave their ship, that would be more than enough," Val said.
"Consider it done... and Val?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"May the Force be with you."
Val and Nal climbed out of the cockpits of their respective fighters, sealing the ships behind them. They took no supplies other than their lightsabers, and set off through the forest at a dead sprint, aided by the Force through frequent bursts of speed.
Within 15 minutes they arrived at the small assault transport, only to find it deserted. A quick check showed the hyper drive had been burned out and the axillary power converters had been fried by the ion blasts. It was clear the ship wasn't going to be taking off without major repairs.
Two sets of footprints lead off eastward into the forest, possibly toward a mountain range many kilometers in the distance.
"We can have supplies dropped to us at our first camp," Nal suggested. They both knew that this wasn't going to be over quickly.
"I concur," Val replied. Side by side, they set off into the forest.
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