Shalimar
First Post
Istara wasn't visibly in the officer's lounge when Storm entered, but there was someone in the E-Wing Sim pod in the corner of the room. The external screen affixed to the wall beside the pod showed a thickly populated asteroid field and a wing pair of incoming clutches in the background outside of the debris floated a Marauder cruiser and additional clutches on picket duty.
Staying in the shadows and cover created by the asteroids Istara tried to approach the pair of pirate fighters from above and to the left but the closer of the two pilots must have seen something as he re-angled himself towards her warning his wingmate. Apparently the Computer wasn't going to be going easy on her since the pair of ships reacted with a greater speed than the Jedi, firing off their Ion cannons as they approached into more reliable laser range, but both barrages missed the weaving E-wing thanks to the range.
Holding her laser fire until she could reliably hit, the Corellian woman bracketed the lead pirate with her torpedo system and then immediately pulled the trigger sending a single lance of burning blue towards the clutch, but the pilot proved too resourceful immediately going into a corkscrew that missile passed through the center of.
"Sith Spit!" Istara exclaims, frowning, she'd wanted to even the odds before things got too close. Then again the targeted clutch need to devote his attention to the Torpedo or I'd go through his ship like a needle through a bubble, it might give her enough time to destroy his partner while he tried to evade it.
Then the battle was truly joined, a clutch was a maneuverable craft, and the pilot was no slouch, but it just wasn't on par with a Jedi pilot. While the first clutch broke into evasive maneuvers, the second tried to loop up onto Istara's tail once the two craft had passed each other, but Istara had anticipated and feathered her throttle down and then up again to end up behind where the pirate thought she'd be. She saw a flash off to her right and assumed that her torpedo had struck an asteroid in the densely packed field.
A pair of laser bolts let Istara know her initial target had rejoined the fray, but they flashed through the intervening space between the pair of dog fighting ships harmlessly. For nearly 6 seconds the pair of star fighters jockey for position on each other before Istara comes up with a split second opportunity for a shot at the craft's belly.
The intervening space between the craft lit up in a fusillade of red laser fire, with a single streamer connecting and even piercing the shields, though it simply melted a bit of armor plating instead of doing any real damage.
To the observers it's clear that the pilot of the E-wing is just that good, outnumbered two to one, against craft more agile than hers with shields just as strong as hers, the pilot is more than holding her own as the duo of pirate craft aren't able to line up any shots on the E-wing as the Corellian pounds into the shields of the second clutch yet again with another barrage of blaster bolts.
All of a sudden like the pilot received a message the E-wing switched targets and sent a single triple blast at the pilot who had been pursuing her instead of the one she'd been pursuing. The full powered blast ripped through the ship's shields and cleanly bisected the craft before the fuel cells ignited, swallowing the target completely.
Perhaps spurred by the death of his comrade the second pilot redoubled his efforts keeping out of the corellian's sights for almost half a minute before another barrage of laser's chewed into the injured Clutch completely collapsing its shields and burning away at the fuselage. The Ugly doggedly attempted to keep on Istara's tail knowing it'd be destroyed easily as it fled, likely before it made it to the safety of its mother ship.
In a last ditch effort to survive the pilot pulled off a stunning array of maneuvers to end up on the E-wings tail, and let loose with its lasers in dual fire mode for the increased kill power. It sent the twin beams right up Istara's six, but for a last second side slip the E-wing could have been heavily damaged. It was the last shot the pilot would ever make as an end for end swap turn spun Istara 360 degrees while a single laser burst leapt out piercing the Clutch's cockpit and turned the craft into a cloud of flame.
Ultimately though, the simulator run hadn't been much of a challenge for the Jedi pilot. Yes the enemy had outnumbered her, and had pretty darn good ships for pirates, but with the force it just wasn't enough for them. Her eyes settle on the Marauder Corvette that had carried the clutches, and Istara grinned. Even if she lost which by the odds was incredibly likely, it was still going to be more of a challenge than the 2 clutches were.
"Hey, Vape, plot a hyper vector for me, would you? Start it over by the Marauder, I want to take a shot at it on my way out." The pilot says cheerfully, ignoring the mournful wail of her assigned R7 astromech. "Ok, time for some fun." she says, maxing out her ship's considerable speed, it was time to see what she could really do in this thing.
She started by setting her Proton Torpedoes to fire-linked knowing the considerable shields were going to be up at this point and she'd need the power of a dual shot to have a prayer of punching through. Next she painted the ship with her fire controls, waiting for a lock, but even further, waiting for the force to tell her it was the right time. Almost unconsciously she stroked the firing stud, and two missiles were away fired when she was just over two kilometers away from the capital ship.
The two blue streaks flashed towards the ship and impacted against the shields, but even the capital ship's shields couldn't absorb all of the damage and the force blistered and boiled armor plates on the ship's belly. At the extreme range the only response the corvette could make was with its turbo lasers, a good thing considering its tractor beams could draw her into its hangars...then again, the crew probably wouldn't expect to face a Jedi knight.
The Corvette's response of a pair of Turbo Laser batteries was close enough to make the otherwise brash pilot want to reconsider her plan, if it hadn't been for a last second juke her ship would have been hit dead on by the second blast and completely ceased to exist. Still, they had to have used up all their luck with that last shot, so Istara pressed her attack sending another pair of torpedoes at the ship, keeping out to 2 kilometers. Even as the second pair of Torpedoes struck the ship and again burst through the shields Istara realized it wasn't enough, she had 5 more salvos of torpedoes, and then a lone torpedo. She just wasn't doing enough damage, her lasers would never penetrate both the shields and armor, and at that point she wouldn't be able to hurt the thing at all. Sighing in frustration she closed on the hyper space route and jumped out of the system.
The external screen goes black in the lounge, and Istara climbs out of the simulator frowning. She heads over to the bar and orders some water and a shot of Corellian brandy. The brown haired Jedi throws back the brandy in one gulp and then starts to nurse the water.
Staying in the shadows and cover created by the asteroids Istara tried to approach the pair of pirate fighters from above and to the left but the closer of the two pilots must have seen something as he re-angled himself towards her warning his wingmate. Apparently the Computer wasn't going to be going easy on her since the pair of ships reacted with a greater speed than the Jedi, firing off their Ion cannons as they approached into more reliable laser range, but both barrages missed the weaving E-wing thanks to the range.
Holding her laser fire until she could reliably hit, the Corellian woman bracketed the lead pirate with her torpedo system and then immediately pulled the trigger sending a single lance of burning blue towards the clutch, but the pilot proved too resourceful immediately going into a corkscrew that missile passed through the center of.
"Sith Spit!" Istara exclaims, frowning, she'd wanted to even the odds before things got too close. Then again the targeted clutch need to devote his attention to the Torpedo or I'd go through his ship like a needle through a bubble, it might give her enough time to destroy his partner while he tried to evade it.
Then the battle was truly joined, a clutch was a maneuverable craft, and the pilot was no slouch, but it just wasn't on par with a Jedi pilot. While the first clutch broke into evasive maneuvers, the second tried to loop up onto Istara's tail once the two craft had passed each other, but Istara had anticipated and feathered her throttle down and then up again to end up behind where the pirate thought she'd be. She saw a flash off to her right and assumed that her torpedo had struck an asteroid in the densely packed field.
A pair of laser bolts let Istara know her initial target had rejoined the fray, but they flashed through the intervening space between the pair of dog fighting ships harmlessly. For nearly 6 seconds the pair of star fighters jockey for position on each other before Istara comes up with a split second opportunity for a shot at the craft's belly.
The intervening space between the craft lit up in a fusillade of red laser fire, with a single streamer connecting and even piercing the shields, though it simply melted a bit of armor plating instead of doing any real damage.
To the observers it's clear that the pilot of the E-wing is just that good, outnumbered two to one, against craft more agile than hers with shields just as strong as hers, the pilot is more than holding her own as the duo of pirate craft aren't able to line up any shots on the E-wing as the Corellian pounds into the shields of the second clutch yet again with another barrage of blaster bolts.
All of a sudden like the pilot received a message the E-wing switched targets and sent a single triple blast at the pilot who had been pursuing her instead of the one she'd been pursuing. The full powered blast ripped through the ship's shields and cleanly bisected the craft before the fuel cells ignited, swallowing the target completely.
Perhaps spurred by the death of his comrade the second pilot redoubled his efforts keeping out of the corellian's sights for almost half a minute before another barrage of laser's chewed into the injured Clutch completely collapsing its shields and burning away at the fuselage. The Ugly doggedly attempted to keep on Istara's tail knowing it'd be destroyed easily as it fled, likely before it made it to the safety of its mother ship.
In a last ditch effort to survive the pilot pulled off a stunning array of maneuvers to end up on the E-wings tail, and let loose with its lasers in dual fire mode for the increased kill power. It sent the twin beams right up Istara's six, but for a last second side slip the E-wing could have been heavily damaged. It was the last shot the pilot would ever make as an end for end swap turn spun Istara 360 degrees while a single laser burst leapt out piercing the Clutch's cockpit and turned the craft into a cloud of flame.
Ultimately though, the simulator run hadn't been much of a challenge for the Jedi pilot. Yes the enemy had outnumbered her, and had pretty darn good ships for pirates, but with the force it just wasn't enough for them. Her eyes settle on the Marauder Corvette that had carried the clutches, and Istara grinned. Even if she lost which by the odds was incredibly likely, it was still going to be more of a challenge than the 2 clutches were.
"Hey, Vape, plot a hyper vector for me, would you? Start it over by the Marauder, I want to take a shot at it on my way out." The pilot says cheerfully, ignoring the mournful wail of her assigned R7 astromech. "Ok, time for some fun." she says, maxing out her ship's considerable speed, it was time to see what she could really do in this thing.
She started by setting her Proton Torpedoes to fire-linked knowing the considerable shields were going to be up at this point and she'd need the power of a dual shot to have a prayer of punching through. Next she painted the ship with her fire controls, waiting for a lock, but even further, waiting for the force to tell her it was the right time. Almost unconsciously she stroked the firing stud, and two missiles were away fired when she was just over two kilometers away from the capital ship.
The two blue streaks flashed towards the ship and impacted against the shields, but even the capital ship's shields couldn't absorb all of the damage and the force blistered and boiled armor plates on the ship's belly. At the extreme range the only response the corvette could make was with its turbo lasers, a good thing considering its tractor beams could draw her into its hangars...then again, the crew probably wouldn't expect to face a Jedi knight.
The Corvette's response of a pair of Turbo Laser batteries was close enough to make the otherwise brash pilot want to reconsider her plan, if it hadn't been for a last second juke her ship would have been hit dead on by the second blast and completely ceased to exist. Still, they had to have used up all their luck with that last shot, so Istara pressed her attack sending another pair of torpedoes at the ship, keeping out to 2 kilometers. Even as the second pair of Torpedoes struck the ship and again burst through the shields Istara realized it wasn't enough, she had 5 more salvos of torpedoes, and then a lone torpedo. She just wasn't doing enough damage, her lasers would never penetrate both the shields and armor, and at that point she wouldn't be able to hurt the thing at all. Sighing in frustration she closed on the hyper space route and jumped out of the system.
The external screen goes black in the lounge, and Istara climbs out of the simulator frowning. She heads over to the bar and orders some water and a shot of Corellian brandy. The brown haired Jedi throws back the brandy in one gulp and then starts to nurse the water.
