Location; Sluis Van Shipyards at the time of Thrawns attack

He just happened to be at the right place at the right time.

His Action VI transport, damaged in the attack on Bfassh several weeks before, had just finally managed to get out of drydock, her drives, blasted by a TIE Interceptor, replaced for an exhorbanent fee. And now he was out of here.

Outside of his ships cockpit he could see the massive drydock facilities of the shipyards, every one containing a ship except for the one he'd just pulled out of, and that one about to be filled by a Corellian Corvette Carefully manovering around him.

It was breathtaking.

They were a bustle of activity, with beings of all species rushing around inside the transparent pressure domes that held in precious air, and hundreds of ships manovering around the Shipyards, so many it was a wonder that some didn't collide.

And those were only freighters and warships. Thousands of smaller ships, fighters and droids, weaving around the larger ships and each other elegantly as if performing some complicated dance.

The shipyard was thousands of colors. A breathtaking nebula, visible outside the starboard view port was absolutely breathtaking, and ions from the systems star were creating a colorful light show in the atmosphere down below. Blue and white and red tongues of flame leapt from various kinds of engines and the thousands of plasma torches being used in the dry docks.

It was amazing.

And then it all went straight to hell.

A freighter, slowly moving towards a dock, suddenly blew up. Almost immediately, the comm was filled with discussion between the control towers, guarding Star Cruisers, and patrolling Starfighters, particularly a squadron who'd been right by the ship when it blew up.

But that wasn't what our hero was concerning himself with at the moment. He was looking at his ships sensor displays.

Looking up, the ship was filled with at least a wing of TIE Fighters, and another fifty or so cone-shaped things. But when he'd been looking at the ship a few moments before it blew up, it had been empty, it's cargo supposedly jettisoned after a pirate attack.

They were far enough away that it wasn't a threat. At least, for now.
It was

But his eyes certainly weren't lying. He rubbed them a few times, and then muttered to himself, "Shit!"

"Damn it," he shouted to a crewman next to him, "The damned sensors are acting up again!"

"No sir," he replied, his voice possessing an interesting accent, "I just re calibrated them yesterday when we were getting our bearings over Queyta."

"What the hell..." they seemed to be working. He could see all the ships around them, including the Mon Cal Cruiser to their left and the three squadrons of fighters it was launching.

And, he could see droves of Imperial ships jumping into the area.

And unlike the TIEs that had emerged from the freighter, they would be over here in just a few moments.

"Evasive," he shouted to the helm, "Go evasive, get us out of here!"

But it was already too late, the battle was forming up around them.

(OOC: Whoopsie, wrong account)

Everybody called him Kybo because of his colorful strings of swearwords (potty mouth), and as TIEs swarmed around his ship and laser blasts from the X-wings pursing the TIEs and the TIEs pursuing those X-wings hit the shields and scorched hull plating, he began to live up to his name.

"Fuck Shit Damn!" he shouted as the screech of an Ion engine rattled the cockpit, the TIE it originated from skimming across the hull so close that it managed to pass through the sparse hydrogen that filled space.

"Damn it," he shouted, "Why the fuck aren't you sons of cows manning the goddamn Laser Cannons?" he shouted to several unoccupied members of the bridge crew.

Not wanting to receive more of his wrath, they scurried off to the hold and the rear weapon control center.

"Damn it!" he shouted to the man at the helm, get us out of here!"

"We can't, Kybo, there's Interdicters blocking all the exit points."

"Then go find us some cover somewhere, away from the guarding Calamari Cruisers and Assault Cruisers. They're just as likely to shoot us as they are the Imperials."

Another flight of X-wings shot past them, being tailed by a flight of TIE Interceptors.

"Go!"

For a moment the Pilot hesitated, and then he pushed the throttle to the firewall and directed the ship to the nearest large pieces of debris.

The Debris of the freighter that had started this fiasco.