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It is cold, it is dark
Fire has left Yet
How could I know that you would die?
Captain OOM-27626 'Connery' looks through the viewscope at the ships moving steadily towards the Planet Tinnel far in the distance. "Mr. Welden, give us tracking."
"Roger Roger Captain, two points on bow north."
"Mr. Krutonog, make your heading on target with lead intercept at One Five One three zero."
"Roger roger"
Farewell, goodbye, dear land farewell
We could not imagine 'tis but a dream
Motherland, house of mine
Farewell to my motherland
"They're not on the New Republic Manifest, by reports these are the two fuel ships the Skarsgard detected."
"And the Escort?"
"One Imperial One, we think it's one of Pryde's based on radio chatter."
Captain Connery nods and looks through the viewscope. "Thank you Mr. Davydov. Mr. Krutonog. Bring us in to one zero zero, three zero, and get me a firing solution."
Come, let us go and make off
To set sail with the star we can make for us
Let the sky that we fly call to us
"Captain. We have them confirmed, two Imperial Class Five fuel tankers."
"Thank you Mr. Davydov, are they loaded?"
B1-M 8728999 Davydov hesitates. "My calculations on their speed and maneuvering indicates at least a seventy five percent chance they are in fact fully loaded. And with our reports of the Imperials at Tinnel running low on fuel, the odds are calculated to eighty five percent."
"Thank you Mr. Davydov." The Captain states, taking a comms unit off his command table "Mr. Arana, load tubes one and three. S-One Only."
We greet you all, our honored forebears
We're always true to your bequest
As the force is with us none can stop us now
For motherland and victory
"Roger Roger Captain! T One, T Three, S One Only." B1-M 8728916 Arana Replies, turning to his fellow droid crew. "Load T One, T Three, S One Only" He repeats in a comms unit, crews following his orders on both wings of the Nimbus Corvette.
The Crew on the Starboard Wing opens a special compartment designed to prevent damage should payload be struck and carefully rolls one of the long sealed tubes along a specially designed set of rails. It is painted with bright blue markings to indicate a Skylance-1.
A shielded hatch is opened and it is rolled into the launch tube, a mechanical locking sound as it fits into place and the hatch is closed again.
Sail forth now, sail forth and fear not
Proudly gliding through the skies
Trust the ship of revolution
All the people trust in you
"Tubes One and Three loaded Captain"
"Thank you Mr. Arana." The Captain replies, looking once again at the vessels through his viewscope. "Mr Davydov. Make your firing solution.
"Roger Roger Sir. Calculating now."
"Mr. Krutonog. Hand controls to Mr. Davydov."
"Roger Roger. Controls are are in the hands of the Fire Control officer."
"Mr. Borodin. Mr. Firth. You confirm the validity of the target."
"Roger Roger Captain."
"Roger Roger Captain."
"We are in agreement to Fire." The Captain and two other officers nod and insert data-cards into separate consoles. "Mr. Davydov. You may fire when ready."
Sail forth now, sail forth and fear not
Proudly gliding through the skies
Trust the ship of revolution
All the people trust in you
"We should be fighting. Not playing babysitter to these tubs." The Imperial Officer states on the bridge of the Imperial One Star Destroyer "Requiem"
"Would you rather be at Troith? The way I see it, we get to say we were in the war, but at far less risk of being evaporated."
"Isard was a fool. You heard Pryde say as much. I doubt we would be deployed there."
"Perhaps not, but we're doing an important job. This fuel is vital to the war effort. Without us, the whole thing falls apart, especially after Leechee blew up."
"I think the rebels taking credit is a bad attempt at propaganda."
"Who else would it be?"
"Isard, she wanted to jump start the attack and force us to go."
"Well if that's the case, it worked, and failed."
We greet you all, our honored forebears
We're always true to your bequest
As the force is with us none can stop us now
For motherland and victory
"Launch in five, four, three, two, one." There's a loud thud across the ship, no screeching sounds as one would hear from a ground launch, nor the sound of it breaking an atmospheric sound barrier.
Captain Connery watches through his viewscope as the two bright dots leave the vessel, a streak of light rapidly shrinking into the darkness towards the ships in the distance, so far away as to only be visible through a viewscope.
"Lances away. Controls returned to Navigation Officer." Davydov announces.
"Mr. Krutonog, take us to the Nebula on point twenty one zero five."
"Roger Roger Captain. Bow angle turn, twenty one zero five port rudder. Down fifteen degrees south."
Sail forth now, sail forth and fear not
Proudly gliding through the skies
Trust the ship of revolution
All the people trust in you
"Captain, we're picking up something intermittent on the scanners." An Imperial bridge officer states in confusion, the Captain walking over to look.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell, it's either moving incredibly fast or there's something wrong with the radar."
"Anything else?"
"It started here and has been moving in a straight line."
"Captain?" One of the officers calls from one of the windows on the port side.
"What is...." The Captain starts, spotting a pair of small bright moving dots in the distance moving towards them. "ALL SHIELDS TO MAXIMUM! EVASIVE MANU..."
In Welona, in Welona
We'll be back and report on our victories
In Welona, in Welona
And be all that you want to our forefathers
The Skylance Missiles tear through space at an incredible speed, their targets locked and too slow to move out of the way. With a roar they tear into the massive fuel containers, the shockwave of the missiles hitting causing the entire tank to simply shatter as if it were made of glass, for a half a second nothing as the missile disintegrates in the liquid payload, then in an instant as the missile's own burning fuel contacts the stored fuel the payload vaporizes, a pair of massive fireballs as both Class Five Tankers are obliterated,
A wave of energy tears through space. The Imperial crew are thrown off their feet as the fireball tears against their shields, the force knocking the Star Destroyer hard enough to overwhelm its stabilizers and send it hurtling away from the destruction.
Sail forth now, sail forth and fear not
Proudly gliding through the skies
Trust the ship of revolution
All the people trust in you
"We have confirmed two hits." Davydov announces, looking through his own viewscope.
"Thank you Mr. Davydov. Good shooting."
"Thank you Captain."
"Mr. Firth, please contact the Skarsgard, use the low-R Comms, inform them of the hits, and tell them to transmit the success to Command."
"Roger Roger Captain."
"Mr. Borodin. The Conn is yours. I am going to recharge. Boot me up when we reach waypoint five."
"Roger Roger Captain."
We greet you all, our honored forebears
We're always true to your bequest
As the force is with us none can stop us now
For motherland and victory
In Welona, in Welona
We’ll be back and report on our victories
In Welona
Vice Chancellor Varriss Of Ovee sips on a cup of Caf as she sorts through her reports. Two more Imperial Tankers destroyed. Perhaps it wasn't the greatest victory, but that number was starting to add up. A strike Corellia was in planning, the Imperials were repairing ships there, easy stationary targets, the hard part wasn't getting in, it was getting out. But that was not her problem, that was the problem for Admiral Banner to solve, her job was just to give him the tools needed.
Our honored forebears
We're always true to your bequest
And there's no force that can stop us now
For motherland and victory
In Welona
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