| Geoff_Cole | Date: Monday, 31 Aug 2015, 0:52 AM | Message # 1 |
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| The brief stopover to communicate with the Steel Fist had gone according to plan. However, the damnable folks of Roon had actually cobbled together more of a defense than Cole had thought they would. A CR90 corvette, a Redthorn-class scout vessel, perhaps a dozen freighters, a pair of likely stolen Guardian-class cruisers and, perhaps surprisingly, an Imperial customs light corvette. That last was certainly stolen and it gave Cole a pang of annoyance that he'd have to destroy Imperial property. The snubfighter makeup was likewise haphazard: Y-wings, Z-95s and even a handful of Cloakshapes. In short, they had no chance at all. His Star Destroyer alone could make mincemeat out of the ragtag fleet. Nonetheless, they wanted a fight, so they'd have one.
It occurred to him that they might well have been trying to stall; it was a moot point against the force he'd gathered here, a point made less relevant by the presence of the Steel Fist and its anti-fighter capabilities. There was no hesitation as he ordered the Tartan-class to initiate attack on the outer elements while his fleet executed the jump. They had three minutes until reversion to realspace and he had no doubts that the swift cruiser's captain would not be foolish enough to engage fully on his own.
The timer counted down and the stars moved from their blur to pinpoints of light.
Geoff Cole
Moff, Abrion Sector
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