Act 4.2.2: Convoy Assault (Attack!)
<Eleven hours later>
Nightshrike
Zyra and Mika sat on the bridge together, currently the engineering was flying, Zyra was examining the sensors. Since launch, the Nightshrike had moved into its pre-designated flight path and power had been pulled back to 30%. To any casual observer who bothered to check their transponder, the ship appeared as the luxury vessel of a wealthy merchant. The slow speed suggest either someone saving on fuel or too busy indulging in hedonistic pleasures to bother rushing to his next location.
Down in the communication room, Cor fussed over the myriad of systems. R2-A9 was plugged into a scomp link near her. Between them the pair had been watching the sensors for the convoy, checking and double-checking the jamming system whilst monitoring the power flow to Mark and Flash's fighters. The two ships had been tethered to the Nightshrike and were recieving power and life support from the Shrike.
Zyra's voice came over the intercom. "Convoy spotted, bearing one five four mark four two, speed point four. Cor, alert the fighters please. Mika align our courses so we intersect their path. . .here. Do it slowly." She pointed to the astrogation map and indicated a point that would require only a mild course deviation.
Fighter Pair
Arin and Sheila were tired. Not only had they been in their respective cockpits for the past eleven hours, they were flying in close formation to hide their numbers. It was work that required constant attention on the controls so the pair had not managed to get much rest since taking off.
Maintenance Vessel TX-4190-N
Grayrhynn had slipped the transport onto autopilot and had left it there for the past six hours. The maintenance vessel, while small did have basic amenities at least. Nobody envied the fighter jocks. At least on this ship they could use the refreshser, drink caf and stretch their legs. CC9 sat next to Gray in the cockpit whilst Xil and Devon prepared the boarding gear in the back.
Cor's droids had worked hard, assisted by some of the Talons. They'd manage to craft three, full-head masks, resembling B2 super-battle droids. For the civilian crew, they'd managed to make simpler versions, half masks, secured with rope behind their heads. They were still fairly intimidating and served to hide the faces of the boarding crew.
CC9 rechecked their course. They'd been partially shadowing the convoy since they'd spotted it. Zyra had assured them this was not unusual. Smaller vessels often stayed close to military vessels for the protection they offered. Few pirates would dare attack a ship within sensor range of the Imperial Navy. Today would prove the exception, the Talons planned to attack freighters being escorted by the Imps!
OOC: Now is the time for any last minute plans, check, pep-talks, etc.