"Very Well." Aziza sighs over the communicator.  "Being killed while being flanking enemy is not much different from being killed while being run away."
So saying Aziza turns the surprisingly agile scout and moves to the other side of the enemy formation.
"Mr. Rhictor, please being fire weapons at enemy." she suggests.

  Sh'chrrrrl Maghhhh Rhictor Snarls something as his eyes go cold and his finger which had been tapping on the weapons controls still instantly. the cursor on his screeen flashed red and began to track the drone moving to fire on M'kira. " The only thing dying today are the badguys.
    The Plasma cannons glowed for a second as their systems hyper excited pellets of lithium Hydride into super hot coherant gas and funneled it into a cylinder of magnetic coils and down range toward the rapidly maneuvering drone. the twin cannons kicked twice and spat plasma the bolts slammed into the drone spinning and tumbling it with precise shots.


Sh'chrrrrl Ma'ghhhh = "I obey she who leads the hunt"


15:59, Today: John 'Rhic' Rhictor rolled 63 using 15d8. damage double tapped plasma cannons.
15:56, Today: John 'Rhic' Rhictor rolled 18 using 1d20+9. attack -4 double tap plasma cannons.
17:28, Thu 26 June: Victor Grym rolled 8 using 2d4+1. Damage.

T'risa flashed a brief pulse of congratulations towards M'Kira, Aziza and Rhic.

"The job is not over yet, let's catch the last drone in a crossfire."


OOC: remember people still get +1 to hit and +! to skills for three rounds now

  The surviving drone spun on it's axis, the lower section of the drone unfolded and the glow of plasma filled the opening of the drones abdomen. a stream of lightening bright bolts lanced out of the drone tracing the faster moving fighters movements and it spun and twisted to track the nimble Quetzl built craft. The stram of super charged gass cut through space a single bolt splashed off the ships airfoil a glancing hit dispersing harmlessly against the ships but sending a sharp shudder through the spaceframe.


Order of comabt:

M'kira ( pilot roll to maintain or open distance, or maintain flanking position on drone.)

Aziza : pilot roll to maintain flanking position ( you allso have missiles and your mass cannon available that can be fired by the pilot)
T'risa: you can act in support, or execute Commander action ( rhic is on guns and the mass cannon and missiles are fired by the pilot)
Rhic: Attack roll

Okay since you guys might not be combat pilots you can use a couple of maneuvers to keep in position.

Immelman turn
flip/spin turn
throttle hop
Loop
hard brake

A hard brake will lose speed quick and if something else shows up you might be at a disadvantage to keep it off your rear arc where only your plasma guns can fire
Ship quirk the crow mounts its mass cannon, and missile tubes so that the fire forward only the pilot would need to slde, rotate or pitch the ship over ( opposed pilot roll) to keep fixed weapons on the target, good thing you have a damn good pilot huh.

  "Mmmm! Two down one to go for now! Sure thing T'risa I have no problem with sandwiching this little bugger if Aziza's up for it. Either way I am going to blow it out of space!"

Smiling M'kira executes a high speed Immelman turn coming around to bring the little bobbing and weaving target back into her line of fire.  Maintaning her speed for now she knew she would continue to close the range. At least for now she wanted to keep the pressure on making it as easy for Aziza and Rhic as possible. "Nice Shot Rhic. Let's put this one to bed and then we can go after the main course if everyone's hungry for more!"

Lining up the shot she wriggles in her chair for a moment feeling a little tingly which surprised her. Still M'kira wasn't about to let that distract her! Gently squeezing the trigger she watches the Gauss gun rounds blazing into space!

  The third drone spinns trying to evade the sleet of penetrators suddenly surrounding it. a wild jink to the left puts the drone dead center of a swarm of penetrators. Armor collapses and it's engines detonate leaving a painfully bright after image in M'kira's retinas before her helmets Flash visor dims to compensate.

   A quick Sweeep of the area indicates no new contacts, the lower edge of Azziza's screen flashes No proximity Alerts: Area Clear on the monitors the blip marking the Pirate caarrier is still moving on a course that will carry it behind the Crow in a wide slowly closing arc although the readings are varying as some activity begins on the drifting ship.

Aziza: Sensor check
All others: combat over( for now ), nice job.

"I am being scan for enemies that are ambushing us." Aziza announces, performing the actions.


16:02, Today: Aziza rolled 22 using 1d20+13. Computer Use.


Dangit, I waited too long to do anything and wasted the probably only critical I'll roll this game. . .

T'risa turned her attention to the security monitors.

"Well done Aziza, M'kira and Rhic. Now we've dealt with the external threat for the moment all that remains is to deal with the internal one."

T'risa focussed for a moment.

"Leo, are you and the others coping with the disturbance. Do you need reinforcements"

Not for the first time T'risa was thinking her life would be simpler if she were just a battlewitch.

Coming around she spins her craft in harmless playful display of skill even as she links into Aziza's sensor sweep keeping her own eyes sharp. "Thank you T'risa. Coming closer to the ship Aziza. With a Carrier of some sort out here I don't want to present to juicy a target. Maybe I can help with those sensor sweeps!"

Doing her best to assist she feeds any data she gathers back to Aziza intent on spotting trouble before it finds them!

"Enemy carrier is undoubtedly being powerful and dangerous to us.  But carrier is being less dangerous now that many fighters are destroyed, and maybe being attack us later.  I am being move into position to destroy or force carrier to surrender with offensive fire.  M'Kira please being provide cover from unknown ambush fighters." Aziza suggests, turning the scouts prow towards the distant vessel and gunning the engines.  Paranoid and overcautious she might be, but the cat wasn't afraid to actually face danger when it came.  She just preferred to be well-prepared for it.

OOC~ Okay, move in on the carrier.  Ships have two move and 1 standard action so I'll move twice to close and ready an action to fire the mass driver if an enemy makes a hostile action in it's firing arc.

"Understood. I will take out enemy fighters while you pound the Carrier. If we have to jump out of here I might need to dock very quickly. Also I wouldn't mind giving you a little support fire of my own rather then let the carrier take pot shots at you. After I am done with my first task of course. By the way if we do capture this ship can we manage a prize crew? Another problem is if we take it out but there are survivors what do we do with the prisoners. If nothing else the passenger capacity of the crow might be a factor aside."

Laughing softly M'kira was feeling the effects of the chocolate coursing through her system. Not quite sure why she was feeling so good! Checking her sensors cautiously she remains in formation with the crow. Randomly bobbing and weaving from one side to the other while she searches for any sort of trouble. Last thing she wanted was a nasty surprise. She also scans the hull of the crow looking for anything of interest.

"Aziza. I am scanning the crows hull looking for anything that shouldn't be there. They boarded the crow and I wonder what other surprises they might have. Has anyone found their entry point yet?"

"I am being perform thorough ship search before launch and am not being find anything unusual." Aziza replies, lining up on the carrier.  "I am perform sensor scan again now but detection of warp gate is not being effective.  I am being suspect jamming from enemy vessel and am being continue to scan."  Aziza strokes the controls.  "I am being also line up for mass cannon bombardment."

OOC~ Man, this is what, my fifth natural 1 this game?  Bleh, and that 19 is my best roll, not one twenty so far.

For my attacks, should I just keep the old rolls or use new ones?

14:03, Today: Aziza rolled 14 using 1d20+13. Sensor Scan.
16:01, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 25 using 4d12. Possible KE damage.
16:00, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 50 using 10d12. Mass Cannon Damage.
16:00, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 14 using 1d20-1. Mass Cannon Critical Confirm.
15:59, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 16 using 1d20-3. KE Missile Attack.
15:59, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 9 using 1d20-3. KE Missile Attack.
15:58, Tue 01 July: Aziza rolled 18 using 1d20-1. Mass Cannon Attack.

T'risa thought she noticed something suspicious on the monitor.

"Aziza, can you try focussing on that are over there?"



OOC:
06:46, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 16 using 1d20+4. DC:15.
Aziza gets +2 to all skill checks +3 at this moment in time.

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"I will guard your back Aziza. This looks like it's about to get very interesting indeed." Smiling as she feels the thrill in her blood M'kira shivers for a moment her eyes sharp and alert.

Listening to the com she grins speaking softly. "Sharp as ever T'risa. Let me know if you need anything special from me. I am looking for any incoming trouble nothing on sensors just yet!"

   The sensor sweeps flicker and shift as sheets of neon light fill the sensor screens of both ships. A shoal of shimmering stingrays made of translucent light burst from the sheet of dust and dimly glowing gass astearn of the Crow. A spit second later the bulky form of a Heavy Merchantman refitted as an Auxillery drone carrier rushes out of the firewall scattering a pod of wake angels.

    Cesti Carrier Crow stand down cut your engines and surrender your cargo. the Comms channels crackle as three more drones launch from the ships now empty hardpoints. I'm not warning you again Flea Bag...tell that Gnat of yours to stand off or I swear I'll come out their and spank your pet blue bitch myself.


OOC:
From preious experience Aziza and M'kira know an Armed Merchantman is about as well armored as the Crow but it has a more rugged hull, and is often slower and harder to maneuver than a scout. their weapons also tend to be poorly mounted compaired to a purpose built

Ship Quirk: improvised weapons Systems  A spot or sensor check by Aziza or M'kira can spot a dead zone in the ships firing arcs allowin them to get in and fire without the enemy returning fire unless the pilot can Beat the PC pilot in an opposed pilot roll.

Aziza casually ignores the comms channel, knowing that her skills at English invariable make her the big loser when it comes to witty dialogue.  Instead she simply carries out a professional scan of the area, followed by a highly incompetent piece of piloting while she tries to analyze the data.

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The dice roller is trying to kill me.
22:57, Today: Aziza rolled 15 using 1d20+13. Pilot.
22:42, Today: Aziza rolled 22 using 1d20+13. Sensor Scan.
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M'kira yawns into the com with a bored look then smiles as she rolls her eyes and speaks in a amused voice. "Please by all means come out here. Based off of your pathetic performance so far I will enjoy spanking you in front of your crew. Assuming you survive are you so weak that you prefer my bare hand or would you prefer a wooden paddle. I do so like the idea of leaving splinters in your ass little man."

Bobbing and weaving to make it hard for the drones to hit her M'kira does her best she trying to fly into the Armed merchantmans blind spots or dead zones. It would serve to further infuriate the talkative man over there if he couldn't get a shot off at her! Suddenly flipping end over end she fires at one of the drones attempting to catch the enemy totally by surprise and blast it out of space. After all he probably thought she was going for the main ship!

T'risa listened to the communication with some consternation. They'd taken significant casualties and were pushing the issue. The drones couldn't have been cheap. They'd lost the element of surprise. Their chances of getting enough out of recovering the Crow to cover the losses were not great, especially as they weren't about to give up.....in fact they were acting somewhat out of character for pirates.

"Aziza what exactly do you have in the cargo pod that these people think is so valuable?"

The odds still didn't look good for the Crow, M'Kira's fortuitous arrival evened the odds and perhaps stacked them a little in the Crows favour, but the fundamental questions to be asked needed a captive from amongst the pirate crew. There was much about this situation that didn't make sense to T'risa.

  " Locked and hot." Rhic reported as he swiveled the cannons onto the carrier." I know that ship she's a merc not a pirate, The Golden Hind, she's a tough ship but the captain has some issues."

   Rhic slid a metal sheathed finger tip across the controls and powered the guns to highest output locking onto the ships engines hoping to slow the ship down a bit. Piss him off and he gets stupid, but he will back off before he thinks his ship is in danger.

On a human the brow would have furrowed.  For a Cesti the comparable expression was a flattening of the ears and a slight hunch to the shoulders as she considered this new data.
"Cargo Bays are being convert into crew quarters to CASAR inspection team." she comments to M'Kira.  "There are being no valuable cargo, only foodstuffs and spare parts suitable for inspection of Archeological dig and for being capture of hostile alien life-form attacking the same."

After thinking on Rhictor's words Aziza decides to risk witty repartee after all, and switches over to broadcast towards.
"Bald Tailed impotent human." she snarls.  "The only reason I am being not board your garbage scow for to eat you is because brain parasites are surely being already eat the best parts.  Even newborn kittens are being know one cannot steal cargo from passenger vessel carrying inspection team, and scans show your feeble ship is being have less firepower than Cesti tugboat, much less advanced courier ship."
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     The Merchantman suddenly finds itself flanked by M'kira's Krow and the Larger Cesti ship. the Drones fan out to flank the shp and fire in support of the mother craft filling space with their lighter lasers making it difficult to manuever into a firing position on the ship. Aziza's opening volley hit's hard the missiles and mass cannon scoring hits on it's drives staggering the ship for several seconds as the engineers deal with overloads and feed back into the maneuvering thrusters.
     The merchanmans guns punch holes in space the heavier weapons targeting the Crow while it's plasma guns swivel and attempt t target the smaller fighter. a single missile managess to detonate close to the crow inflicting cosmetic damage to the hull and knocking a secondary sensor array offline, but doing no real damage to the tough little ship.

    Tug?" the merc captain replied with an irritated snort.You need to check your scanners.....<< sound of explosions and alarms on the bridge of the Merc ships>>..alright you wanna play, we'll play.

  M'kira's guns trace a line through space in a short arc as she tracks on of the drones catching the darting craft in the center of her sights. High velocity metal tears into the drones lightly armored internal components and punch out the far side leaving a trial of debris as the drone flies apart proving to be no more rugged than the first three.

    " Give me a minute..." The angry capatain snarled."" I'm going to skin your freind then I'm gonna take my time with your blue ass."

T'risa frowned in thought.

"If he's a merc then he's purposefully targeted our ship. Someone has paid him to purposefully attack us. Who would do such a thing? The attack is not against me personally, but against everyone here, so it must be to prevent our mission. Why would anyone wish to prevent us from defending a dig site? I think, Rhic that we've stumbled upon something much bigger."

She laid back in her seat, looking at the scanners.

"Aziza! Look, he's left an opening on his right upper hind quarter. Fly around him and shoot that thingy."


OOC:This turn Aziza get +3 to all skills and +1 attack
Everyone on bridge gets +1 attack and +1 skills. (Last round of this)
19:33, Today: T'risa K'mahda rolled 8 using 1d20+7. Knowledge:Tactics.

"That is being excellent deduction T'risa, but are human mercenaries being not sometimes pirates as well?" Aziza suggests.  "Conditions being permit inspection, we should interrogate enemy ship's computer core after battle, if we are being somehow survive." she finishes.  Meanwhile she unleashes a new barrage of missiles and lands a devastating cannon hit on an enemy.

I'll target the Golden Hind if it's in range now, otherwise smash a drone.  I'm not sure if the 16 on the second missile hit or not, so I didn't roll damage.  It will be aimed at a drone in either case on the theory that missiles probably won't punch through heavy armor like the cannon will.

20:09, Today: Aziza rolled 58 using 10d12. Cannon Damage.
20:08, Today: Aziza rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Critical Confirmation, Cannon.
20:07, Today: Aziza rolled 26 using 1d20+7. Ranged Attack, Cannon.
20:06, Today: Aziza rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Ranged Attack, Missile.
20:06, Today: Aziza rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Ranged Attack, Missile.
19:45, Today: Aziza rolled 33 using 1d20+16. Pilot.

"Mmm I think I hit a nerve he's in a bad mood. Watch out Balkir he likes blue asses. He might grab yours if you don't watch it. T'risa I think we have competition for the men!" She tried not to laugh but the amusement was clearly in her voice. Now that she knew there was a tactical advantage she couldn't resist pissing him off. Even if it meant he might try to concentrate his fire on her.

M'kira's piloting was graceful and only a few moments before flawless something she would be proud to tell her parents about some day. Doing a few random turns and spins she suddenly loops trying to get a bead on the last drone. squeezing the trigger she sees the rounds go off into space wondering what she had been thinking! A clear miss if she ever saw one still she didn't let it ratter her. Calmly she continues the deadly dance in space knowing that sooner or later she would get her target!

OOC: Piloting 30 gauss guns 15