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Gargulec:
Before you were able to say anything more, massive G's tore your breath away. Seconds after, cockpit filled with a red, pulsating light and the ringing of the alarms due to radar detecting 'several unidentified vessels'.

'I know that CBDR!' yelled Skye, turning out the alarms, and doing a sharp turn, to evade incoming fighters, identified by Zal as standard Tie/in's.

And then, it begun.

Skye was manoeuvring like a mad man, desperately trying not to get hit. Turn after turn, spin after spin... all that to give Zal enough time to start up the hyperdrive. Only sound that you could hear was faint rustle, as the lambda shuttle structure was protesting against what it was being put through.

Through the cockpit windows, you were finally able to see what attacked 'Canceron'. Two Victory-class Destroyers were floating over the boxy shape of what once was an Imperial Dungeon Ship, now ravaged, and dying. You did not have time to take the closer look, as your pilot again made a sharp turn, and all that you could see now was deep void.

Zal whistled in terror as one of the engines on the ship systems display turned red.
'I'm seeing it myself, you piece of scrap!' growled Skye, her hand dancing over the control board.

She must have pushed one button too much, as suddenly, your shuttle comm systems came to life, catching all wayward signals in this part of space, all at once, and all of them was from 'Canceron'. Most of them were familiar

Like Chief Petty Officer Henderson
'...life support systems are dying, I repeat, life...'

Like Captain Elva Duran
'It was an honour, lieu...'

Like XO Adama
'Stay back! STAY...'

And many, many more. All of them, however, melded into one,funeral tune, tune for that which was meeting its end.

Into lamentation for 'Canceron'


Then, something close to you exploded, throwing even CX on the floor. Zal emitted a short beep that could mean one thing only. You were taking structure damage.

But it was not fated for you to die there. Before you were blasted with lasers and missiles again, all stars stretched into long lines of white light.

Skye released the yoke, tilted her head up and sighed.

You've survived once again.

Xander Morhaime:
CX slowly picked himself up off the floor, shaking his head. "Let's try to avoid that bit with getting shot at by two star destroyers next time, hm?" he muttered, then breathed a sigh of relief. "At least if we're lucky, whatever the deal with that was, they won't try to pursue us, or don't have enough to go on for a chase."

After a few moments, the dark trooper reached up and pulled his helmet off. His face was pretty much like that of any of the first-generation clone troopers, only the pattern of scars was different. Curiously enough, he also had a simple metal half-circlet ringing the back of his head and hooking onto his ears. The ear-pieces were some electronic devices, too. "Hm. Doesn't sound like we're bleeding atmosphere. That's good, at least... See if there's anything vital that got damaged," he told Skye, "We'll go and check on the prisoners," he added, helping Fathima up and stepping out of the cockpit, drawing his sidearm along the way as he headed to where they'd left the force cage.

Gargulec:
Skye finally collected herself, and leaned towards damage control screen.

'Deflector shields off-line, tri-foils functional, life support functional, weapon systems functional, power supply functional, repulsorlift drives functional, engines...

For a moment, she paused. Then, she grabbed a spanner lying on the floor, and with all her strength, she threw it against the bulkhead.

'Sorry for that' she said, literally shaking with anger. 'But not only did I overload the main engines, but our shiny, new hyperdrvie also got hit. And that means it is not functional. And can throw us out of hypersapce anywhere. Like in the middle of an ISD. Or Carida. Or some fucking red giant. Ah, just great...

Journey:
Fathima let her breath out slowly as the ship entered hyperspace.  This contract had definitely become much more than she bargained for.  And with the Canceron destroyed...she probably wouldn't even get paid.  It was so frustrating to be a passenger - having no ability to influence whether she lived or died.

She let the trooper help her up as she thought over what she had noticed on the sensor displays.  "Do the ship names 'Astral Queen' and 'Scar' mean anything to you?  Why would they, I mean, our own people attack us?  And those strange red colored TIE fighters - the power output of their lasers was much higher than usual.  What special task force could this be?"

She got up and followed the trooper until the pilot spoke angrily of the damage to the ship.  "Wait, the state of our ship's probably more important than our prisoners when it comes to our survival," she said to the trooper, then called out to the pilot, "We better check out the damage, then.  See if there's anything we can repair."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)Intelligence d8 + Tech d6 + Attuned to Technology d2 if anything's repairable

Xander Morhaime:
"And how are we feeling today?" CX asked the cargo hold in general as he stepped inside, helmet in one hand, blaster pistol in the other. "I'm sure you'll all be happy to know we did not just get shot and turned into a rapidly expanding cloud of space dust..." he added, looking at the two prisoners.

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