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« on: March 01, 2016, 09:36:21 PM »

This is a mock space battle Krace and I wrote up a while back trying to figure out how to do fighter training drills. It is set a theoretical 'some months' in the future of the current game, in which Bel is still working with the Qanotha. If some bits some slightly confusing/ like they are out of context, that is because there was more context in which this was set but was cut out as it wasn't necessary for this example Smiley


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:: BELYRA VEKRAA ::
“Captain Vekraa switch your weapons controls to simulation mode. While we are here we have more drills to run.”

Still annoyed with all of them Bel did as she was told. “What is my part in this Sir?” she asked, still sulking and nursing her hurts.

“You get to do what you like best- work alone. The Qanotha and her crew will be attempting to take out an enemy transport. Your transport. Your task is to survive long enough to escape.”

“You… what?!” Bel’s answer was enraged. There was no way she could take on four X-wings, four Y-wings and a corvette and survive!

“Don’t be a kriffing idiot it is all simulated and you won’t actually be hitting hyperspace, once you have your coordinates set and could safely get away you comm in and that ends the exercise. Get your arse out to the coordinates you just received.”

Bel turned off her mic so they couldn’t hear the dark stream of curses and insults as she swung her ship around then opened her engines up to half throttle to head to the requested position off to the corvette’s starboard. It didn’t matter that it was all simulated, she didn’t have a hope in the galaxy of getting away. Was this her punishment for severely beating the soldiers at their own game, now they would make her look like the fool at her own? An expression of stubborn determination set on her face. She was not going to make it easy for them. The pilots and techs on the Alliance ship knew of her vessels capabilities having worked on it multiple times. Some of them knew firsthand what she could do with the little transport. However none of them had actually flown against her. She had outflown and escaped both Imperials and Alliance, escaping blockades, ambushes and chases in the Shadow. She had managed to evade pirates and bounty hunters every time. She had even purposely taken on all of the above for credits and had taken out multiple starfighters in her time, though admittedly none had been X-wings, and most of that had been before the more recent upgrades that had increased her ships efficiencies and delivered even more power to the engines, shields and weapons. They were not going to take her out without one helluva fight!

Once she got out to the assigned coordinates she slowed her ship right down and spun it around in a wide arc until she was facing the Alliance ships. It was a fair distance and obviously designed to force the squadron to move quickly to intercept and take her out. The comm had gone completely silent, the pilots were obviously using another channel so she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Bel ran over the consoles again, double checking everything and changing some of the settings as she went before looking out the view port at the small ship and even smaller fighters that had just turned to face her.

“Come on Shadow, let’s show them Rebels exactly what we are made of and make them think twice about wanted to run this exercise again.”

With that she opened the engines up to three quarter power and raced back towards the waiting ships, reserving the top end of her power for when she would need it. She never gave away her full capabilities at the start of a dogfight.


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:: KARDAC SHALTH ::

Kardac took point with the fighters as their two wings spread out.

"Accelerate to sixty MGLT and prepare to lock target for torpedoes on my command.  Deflectors to double front on the first pass."

The Y-wings accelerated to the designated speed first started to take the lead in front of the X-wings but then the X-wings caught back up without much trouble.  Just outside of weapons range he spoke again.

"Cutters, lock S-foils in attack position.  All fighters, bear in mind she's not going full throttle yet.  A stock twenty-four hundred can do seventy MGLT, but hers can do more, so don't let her fool you with what she's doing right now.  Spread wing formation and guns free when she's in range."

When they entered guns range all the fighters scoped in and opened fire.  They spread out a little so it was a wild mass if firing that she'd have to avoid.  Not to mention that the Y-wings were simulating using their ion cannons.  It wouldn't take more than a few hits from one of those and deflectors would be punctured and ion hits would start to cause system issues quickly.

"As soon as she passes, cut throttle to half, swing hard about to follow and accelerate to max.  Then proceed with torpedoes.  You are free to launch once you have lock."


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:: BELYRA VEKRAA ::

As the YT and squadron approached one another Bel was hurriedly but fairly calmly running through her systems. As a single pilot it was a lot to manage at once but she’d had her systems rerouted to her controls accordingly and she was used to it all. The forward shield deflectors were strengthened given she was running head on at them, the automated turret systems had already found their targets but they weren’t within range yet. Bel set the ship to simulating the priming of her missiles and got targets locked with those. While the turrets would shoot actual beams of light in simulation mode that were practically harmless, weapons such as torpedos, missiles and ion cannons had to be fully simulated. The computer systems in her YT were currently connected to those of the fighters so that shots and hits could be calculated as accurately as possible. Bel had already begun the process of calculating the hyperspace jump in her navicomputer. The others might call that cheating, however Bel always had several presets that she kept regularly updated in the system and always began planning her escape route when she entered conflict. Any smuggler or pirate worthy of their ship should have, so it wasn’t giving her an unfair advantage. The computer still had to work out the jump from her current coordinates and that would take a little time.

The squadron were closing the gap at a quicker speed than she was. Seeing eight fighters bearing down on her like that, with the X-wings S foils locking open into their attack position was more than a little unnerving. Her heart was beginning to pound even though she knew it was all simulated. She knew from both experience flying, working on the fighters and talking with the techs and pilots that the Y-wings could just match the increased speed her modified YT put out, but the X-wings would overtake her with ease. The wishbones, as the Alliance crew affectionately called the Y-wings, would be packing ion cannons and were often used as bombers. She would have to avoid their shots, otherwise her shields would quickly be packed up in real combat and then her ship would quickly be demobilised and taken out. The slower, slightly less mobile Y-wings would be the easier targets to take out, however the X-wings were far more mobile, quick, and dangerous. She knew their leader would make that even moreso. Not only was he an ace pilot but he knew her and her ship. There was little about her abilities he didn’t know. She did still have a few tricks up her sleeve however. If she could take him out of the picture then the squadron would take longer to take her out, and it might just be enough in real life that she could get away. She didn’t hold much hope however that she could go up against Kardac’s X-wing and win however. She hoped to give him a bloodied nose regardless, that might wipe some of his smug smirk off his face.

Just as the squadron got to within firing range Bel confirmed missile lock and simulated sending them away, one locked onto the nearest Y-wing which she had a sneaking suspicion was Styg’s, the other on Kardac’s X-wing. Give him something to think about for a moment. Streaks of light came barrelling towards her and she responded by letting her weapons open fire and dropping the YT into a barrel roll downwards.  The dorsal turret was locked onto the same wishbone, while her other turret and cannon were set to a preference but would usually fire on the closest attacking fighter. She left herself with manual control over her two forward facing turrets. Bolts hammered into her shields and her damage console started beeping at her and giving damage control feedback. Everything was holding for now as she made the little freighter swerve and dance about, still at speed. A warning beep sounded loudly as an ion shot glanced her shields, dropping them further but still they held strong enough. They'd need a few more hits from the ions to actually strip her shields. In real life that shot would have rocked her ship, it was definitely weird being shot at but not feeling any of it and even weirder because another smaller readout gave the true status of her ship, stating her shields, armour and hull strength were all at maximum. The squadron was breaking up slightly now as they tried to keep aimed at her as she dropped below them. She guessed they would overshoot, then cut their speed, spin around and drop in behind her. It was likely they had torpedos and if she was lucky the shields would take a couple of hits from those and her flying would avoid the rest.

Turning ninety degrees hard to starboard she spun her freighter around as hard as she dared, trying to keep her distance away from the corvette. The transport groaned from the forces it was being put through that it had never been designed for but Bel trusted her ship to get through it. It had never let her down. If the Qanotha began opening fire on her she would be in a great deal of trouble but she was still just outside their range at the moment. She increased her speed to just over 70 MGLT, leaving the top bit of speed for in case she needed the surprise and redirecting power from the forward deflectors to the rears. Her swivel turrets hadn’t stopped firing, the more stationary ones barking out at fighters came within their view. Her speed meant the wishbones got left behind a little as they swung about to make another run at her but the quicker X-wings began to close the distance. She kept the little ship constantly moving, darting sideways and spinning to make herself a harder target to hit.

The smuggler's eyes glanced at the navicomputer screen, hoping it wouldn’t take too much longer. Bel could suddenly cut speed, shoot upwards and roll the freighter over one hundred and eighty degrees and spin the freighter around almost on the spot before accelerating into the middle of their formation at full throttle with forward deflectors on maximum which would take the fighters by surprise. Perhaps Kardac too, since it wasn't something she'd done with him around, and if she timed it right her second lot of missiles would be loaded and ready. They weren't the only ones that could perform such maneuvers and if she could get into their midst torpedos would be more dangerous to use without risking hitting their own forces. She would get a barrage of plasma fire and probably take a few ion shots direct to her shields which might strip them off but if she could punch out the other side she'd get a head start and a moment to recover her depleted shields. It also put her at close range to have all her turrets firing. She managed to obliterate three ships in a TIE fighter squadron once with the maneuver and the tiny breathing space she'd gained from it had given her time to hit hyperspace. She wondered if the same trick would be so effective this time against shielded starfighters who knew her ship and combat style.


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:: KARDAC SHALTH ::

As soon as they hit weapons range Bel fired missiles at them.  Kardac knew they were coming.  The missile warning system in his fighter had told him he was being targeted before the mock projectile was actually fired.  He and three other fighters switched targets and "destroyed" the mock projectiles by the time they made it halfway between the freighter and the fighters.  Her forward guns were blazing though and her turrets were swinging to track them.  One seemed to lock onto one of the slower maneuvering Y-wings.

"Watch that fire Lancer four!"

The warning wasn't enough though and Y-wing was "hit" several times and declared destroyed.  It was recorded though that the pilot managed to eject before the fighter "exploded".

"Tch!   You're gonna get it now Bel...."

Another Y-wing had been hit by her other turret and was considered damaged, but still in the fight.  She was turning and spinning hard to make herself a tougher target.  Once she made a hard turn after passing the fighter group they pulled around.

"Stay in her rear arc.  Don't give her front guns a chance to target you.  Remember her turrets have blind spots too.  If you get targeted by the top or bottom, dive or climb to the other side for a few seconds to throw off her auto-targeting systems.  The gun on the other side of the ship will probably already be locked onto somebody else."

They all cut speed and turned hard to fall in behind her.  They fell in at optimum chase distance so that if she tried to turn hard, they could still maneuver around to keep behind her.

"All right, prepare to fire torpedo barrage..."

After one hard turn the fighters fell into formation behind her and spread out just a bit.  They were still firing with their guns a little, having her juke back and forth, but they were all focusing on getting position for a good target spread.

"...And torpedoes away!"

Simultaneously the seven remaining fighters all launched their mock projectiles, and now there were fourteen torpedoes chasing her from all angles on her back end.


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:: BELYRA VEKRAA ::

Bel’s eyes went very wide as her systems started blaring at her and fourteen new objects appeared on her scanners.

Mother frakking sonuva Hutt!” she exclaimed loudly. Abandoning her maneuver idea momentarily she slammed her ship into full throttle, putting as much power as she could into the rear deflectors in the process. The Y-wings would now only be able to just keep pace with her though the X-wings would still catch her up. Her fingers raced across the controls trying to change her turrets to autofire on the torpedos in an effort to destroy them before they destroyed her. Right now she really wished she had two gunners on those turrets. A steady stream of curses were spewed forth as her pulse and adrenaline raced. Dodging and spinning back and forth weren’t working, the turrets were having trouble locking on though they had managed to destroy one of the torpedos. The first mock projectile slammed into her rear deflectors and she swore even louder, somewhat thankful it wasn’t real. It was a lot harder flying when you were constantly getting knocked about inside your own cockpit. A second torpedo was recorded as destroyed but that still left eleven. There was no way she could outrun them long enough to destroy them. It didn’t help that the remaining seven Rebel fighters were still dogging her moves and shooting at her, the X-wings hanging back with their wishbone brethren to keep in formation since she still wasn’t getting away from them.

Bel made the split second decision to risk it, if she was gonna go she was taking as many of those fighters out with her as she could. Her speed cut almost instantly, the nose of her ship dipped sharply to one side then pushing the vessel back into full acceleration it went barrelling back towards the squadron in a tight spin. The Wagtail protested loudly at that treatment, creaks and groans echoing through the ship even as warnings flashed up everywhere. It cost her, as she suspected it would. The ship physically held up to the maneuver as she knew it would but the simulation registered two of the torpedos slamming into her rear shields. A third finished them off, doing simulated damage to the shield generator itself as well as hull damage. With a bit of time it could recharge somewhat but time wasn’t something she had so all shield power got redirected to the forward deflectors. Bel was just thankful her engines hadn’t registered a hit though now she was getting heating warnings. It seemed damage may have also been done to the cooling systems though for now it wasn't affecting her power output. The remaining eight torpedos overshot her, her turrets unable to compensate quick enough for what she was doing and missing them completely even at the close range. With a stubborn angry look on her face she reversed the direction, sending the ship into a barrel roll the opposite way, dodging back and forth at the bolts now flying towards her from the squadron while she let her own turrets spew forth streams of light back at them. The rear facing turrets still attempted to fire down the mock torpedos. The torpedos by now had spun their flight around and she locked onto two of the Y-wings with her missiles, launching them the moment she had the lock and cursing that the next two weren’t loading quicker. Kardac’s squadron, still sitting in well-practiced formation, now was rapidly closing the gap staring down at the quickly approaching two missiles, a freighter at top speed and the eight torpedos that were catching up to her.
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« Reply #1 on: March 01, 2016, 09:37:12 PM »

:: KARDAC SHALTH ::

Kardac and the squadron followed Bel a little more loosely after they fired their torpedoes.  She had managed to destroy two, but one had hit.  Even though she had accelerated to max, the squadron kept with her, only taking a few potshots as they came open so that they didn't blow up any of their own projectiles.  Then Bel made a little unexpected maneuver.  She turned real hard and started to fly back towards the fighter group.  Three more torpedoes hit their mark and her deflectors collapsed.  He didn't have time to savor it as she was now diving directly at the middle of the group. 

"Break!  Break formation!"

The squadron split in two hard and fast and the two missiles she fired at close range rocketed past them just before she did.

"Missiles loose!  Everybody throttle back and bank hard and keep an eye out.  Protect your wingmen!"

One missile was found fairly quickly and destroyed, though it had gotten a little close to one of the X-wings.  The other missile found the Y-wing that had been damaged earlier and couldn't fly or maneuver as fast. Though it was registered as being partially deflected by the shields, it also destroyed one of the engine pylons.  The ship was now disabled, but not totally destroyed.  The remaining six fighters chased after Bel, peppering her back end. 

"Just keep her boxed in with your guns.  Let the torpedoes do their work."

The two remaining Y-wings managed to score a couple hits with their ion cannons, which means she might lose engines at any moment and subsequently be blown to bits by the remaining torpedoes.


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:: BELYRA VEKRAA ::

“Kriff kriff kriff kriff!”

Bel repeatedly swore as the ion shots hit her back end. Even more warnings were blaring at her from all around, lights flashing and damage reports scrolling constantly. The shots had started disabling systems and her engines wouldn’t hold out much longer. The simulation allowed for engine failure but made it a manual option, so that if something actually happened during training and engine power was suddenly needed the simulation software didn’t put the ship in danger. Angry and regretting having to do it Bel cut back on the throttle herself to the simulated damage speed rather than give the system permission to do so for her. She wasn’t going to last long at half throttle with her power draining further, her missiles had disabled one ship but there were still the other six. She sent the ship into another dodging barrel roll, with fighters swooping in to fire on her while others tried to keep her where she was. The torpedos were closing fast.

With a last moment of desperation and the last salvo of missiles just reloaded she repeated her earlier maneuver, cutting the engines almost completely, dipping the nose up this time and swinging the ship around so that the only shields she had left would take the torpedos she knew she couldn’t avoid. At the same time she blind fired the missiles. A second later huge explosions were registered all around. A couple of the fighters had ended up cutting it too close to her and did some fancy flying to get out of the way again as six of the chasing torpedos smashed into her ship, not expecting her to do that again. The seventh torpedo zoomed past narrowly avoiding the YT and one of the X-wings who had been dogging her too close at the same time as one of the missiles hit the eighth torpedo, the other one disappearing off into space. The result was the catastrophic failure of everything- if it had been real her ship would have been blown to smithereens by that many torpedos hitting her already crippled ship along with the two ordinance colliding. The explosion however served a second purpose- her scanners popped up some damage to multiple fighters that had been a little too close though she didn’t stop to read whether any of the ships had been taken out nor was she certain they were close enough for that to happen. Everything had happened too quickly, one moment she'd cut the engines and turned around on the spot hard, the next a simulated ka-boom. She was left momentarily in shock trying to figure out what had happened.

Shaking a little from the adrenaline and a little fear, even though she knew it was just a training scenario, she smashed her fist hard into the console. She'd had close calls before, including a crash landing on an outer rim moon while serving on a previous ship, but never ever anything like that. The thought alone was terrifying.

“God frakking dammit!” she said loudly as the squadron and Qanotha repatched into her channel with the scenario ended, her words broadcasting out to them since during the battle her comm had been accidentally turned back on. There was an all too familiar beep and Bel groaned loudly as the navicomputer proudly declared it had the jump coordinates set.

“Oh you have got to be kriffing kidding me!” she said, putting one hand up to her forehead and shaking her head. If she had lasted another ten or twenty seconds, she might have gotten away. Severely damaged, but possibly, just possibly and just barely, still alive.


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:: KARDAC SHALTH ::

Kardac watched as Bel tried one last desperate attempt to take some of them with her, but ultimately not succeeding.  She had tried to swing around and fire some more missiles and see if she could get them to run into the explosion that would have been her ship, but most of their fighters had gotten clear.  Some were more singed than others, but for the most part damage was registered as being somewhat deflected by their shields.  Minor damages were on several of the craft, but nothing that would have kept them from escaping.  All in all, it had not gone quite as well as he'd hoped, but they had completed their objective.  He was pretty sure Bel would not be pleased by the outcome and went to switch back to her channel, only to be greeted with a string of curses.
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