(OOC: sure stryker, join the party.)

Ren, sat, slumped behind a stack of cargo containers with Corran's droid and an incoherent and rambling Klango.
Reaching into his belt, Ren prduced a small sedative dart, usually he it would have been used as ammunition for a gun, but for his and Klango's own safety he gently applied the anesthetic to the Gungan.

Maybe that would shut him up.

Ren looked across the Hanger bay for Corran but could not see him, which was a good sign. There were numerous ships inside the Goliath's hanger bay, several Howlrunners were undergoing mantainence. A shuttle or two including the one in which he had been brought here were all inside the bay. A lone x-wing stood at the side with netting over the top, Ren suspected that it was corran's.

Something was bothering Ren, getting a mode of transporty wasn't going to be the problem, getting past the ships tractor beam was. If only there was someone on the outside that could help, but whom?

As Corran finished his Recon of the hangar bay he was troubeled. There was a couple of shuttles that Ren could fly out with the gungan in the back. And getting on board one would only pose a small problem. Howver the really big problem. Was getting out without being fried And getting past whatever other defences this ship might have like tractor beams. He didn't doubt his ability to get out with a X-Wing but a Shuttle was decidely less maneouverable than his X-Wing. As he looked around he could see the tractor beam Prjecter. If corran could fry that then they could get out butthere was still a problem. Suddenly he had a idea. Quickly hurrying as fast as he could over to Q9 without giving up stealth he approached the droid. And bent down on one knee near him.

"Q9 is there any way we could send a feed overload from the tractor beam projecter back to it's generater and destroy the generator?" he asked

"Yes if we created a short circuit. I'm sure I can direct you to do it we just need a bit of materiel and a couple minutes." responded Q9

"What kind of materiel?" asked Corran

"2 Focusing crystals like the ones in your lightsaber or a fusion cutter and a heavy duty power cell. Also we need a couple of strips of heavy duty metal." responded Q9

Corran sat back and pondered where to get these materiels knowing that every second he wasted might bring whoever commanded this ship down on them.

With a stretch and a bang, the Nova Cruser Free Wind snapped back into realspace.

Sorry for the delay Captain Kas's com crackled We ran into a little trouble ... some unwelcome visitors wished to ... visit ...

That's alright commander, just pick me up, and follow that cruser replied Captain Kas. Prepare the First Squadron

Moments Later......

Kas stepped into the bridge of his Hapes Battlecruser. The form of the Lancer lay ahead, but it was not threatening them at the time. The ship buzzed with activitey, and still smelled new.

Open a chanel to the Lorinor, and tell the First Squadron to deploy. Oh, prepare the armoured shuttle.

Channel open sir

Lorinor, you can see that you are out gunned, and out numbered. Surrender. *cut the channel* If they make a move, let their hyperdrive have it, and tell the Second Squadron to launch.

This battle may have just begun, Kas thought to himself.

OOC: Well, trouble loves misery.....so does company))


IC: Without fanfare, the Y-4 dropped back into realspace, his sensors alerting the pilot to the situation rapidly devoloping in front of him. He opened the com channel into the sanctuary, informing his commander of the situation.

"Well hail the battlecruiser and see just precisely what in the blue hell is going on." John went back to his meditation, pondering the planet and the situation above it. He remembered Kyle's stories about the planet, remembering how he had been unmade on the world below. That was something for another day, another battle, another promise to keep. ...

Incoming ship Sir!

Identify

Y-4, a Y-4 Raptor transport Sir, light and. . .

Yes, I have seen one before, hail them

Sir, they have just hailed us

Open channelchannel open sir Y-4 freighter, identify your self. I would not come to close if I were in your shoes

No need to worry about that my friend returned the com But my captain wishes to know what is going on here

I have no time to explain my business to passers by, you'll notice we seem to be at a stand off here, this Lorinor and I.
But if you wish, you may come abord. If your navagator can manouver to the top of my ship, we could arrange a short meeting. But you better make it fast.

Sir, the origional three fighters are moving in, they seem to be making a break for the hanger door on the Lorinor. You must have hit them hard to make them so desperate.

Catch them in the tractor beam

Done sir, drawing them in now.

(ooc: I'm confused, where are you Kas, and where did a lancer frigate suddenly come from, if you are talking about the ship holding myself and the other's it's a Lorinor strike cruiser.Just clear it up for me cos i'm a wee bitty confused.lol)

ooc: Aw jeez. Sorry man. I got the names mixed up. It is the Lorinor that I am up against, will edit my posts accordingly. Sorry.

(OOC: Oh ok, cool. Don't sweat it man. lol)

hop on AIM, give me a buz, LlanternN

"Ahem, if it is your intention to capture the enemy ship, if you will give us enough supporting fire, we will board them and slow them that way. My Commander has all ready begun the preperations. If that is what you wish." The pilot said quietly over the comm channel.

The breeching teams were all ready moving into position, making their way to the docking ports. The destroyer droids, all twelve of them had moved to the forefront of the teams. The teams were armed with close combat weapons and pistols, extra clips stowed as they readied them selves. The first ten men had thruster packs equipped, and small circular devices at their belts. obviously breeching charges of some kind. They would be the first to go. The magnetic gfraspples were locked and ready. All that was truly need was the go ahead order.