++Incoming fighters...point 4-5: Duran, watch your fire when they get close.  If we so much as sneeze at anything Corellian, we might not last long enough to explain ourselves.++

Oriana's breath catches in her throat, and she pinches the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, as a sharp sound of sudden pain escapes her.  "Sith," she hisses under her breath, barely audible as she turns to Hector.  "Lots of them.  The Jedi, they know.  Get us out of here."

The moment passes as swiftly as it arrived, and she takes a deep breath, pulling up the targeting array for the forward guns, just in case.  With one hand hovering over the IFF switch, ready to flip it off the moment they get closer to the fleeing Corellian ships, she keys up the ship-wide comm, dropping back into her usual somewhat sarcastic voice, "Jig's up. They know we're here."

Duran's answer to Seely was a gargled groan over the comm, for a few seconds the Ion Gun swung wildly as he clutched at his head. Finally the noise stopped and after a few seconds he said++The Sith, one of them is in the fleet. Very strong but not very focused...++

His brain registered what Oriana said and he murmured assent++Oriana had it right, the know we're hear. No more friendly playing....get us onto the planet Terrachova!++

With that taken care of he shook his head, trying to shake off the growing migraine and answered Komad++Got them Captain, they look Sith to me but I'll wait for your order to fire.....++

++Not what I meant, Duran: watch out for what's behind the targets.  The fighters might follow us as far as they can, especially if their fleet is preparing to attack Corellia.  Keep your shots tight and try to make them count.++ The Captain trained her turret in the direction of the enemy craft, ++Even if we can't down too many of them, we can keep them sweating until we're out of here.++

Serina get's up as it becomes clear they aren't going to get out of this without a fight

"I don't think I can do much to help here, shall I get the medical bay ready just in case?"

Even as she says this her eyes search out the sith ships and she wonders which one holds the true sith, and hopes it stays far away.

++"Hold your fire!"++

Oriana's voice erupts across the ship-wide comm.  ++"There's not one Sith in that fleet, there's two dozen of them in there! THEY know we're here, no need to draw the fighters' attention too!"++

She takes a deep breath, and then continues, slightly calmer, ++"Let Terrachova put the fighters between us and them, and get us out of here.  Most of those idiots in the fighters just see us as another friendly blip on their radar."++

++She has the right of it.  Like I was trying to imply earlier, Duran, we don't want to draw their attention until they're on us.  Don't fire until we are fired upon.++
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Duran sighed over the comlink++Jedi are disciplined warriors, I haven't even got my finger around the trigger. Just getting readings on the range finder. Relax, I'm new to the gun but not to the idea of combat. No shooting till I get the word or we are fired upon.++

++Now all we need is for them to ignore us long enough to get to the surface.++

He really needed to get some time alone with Oriana, he had to ask about the force. How did she know how many there were? He was force trained and he couldn't pick out the numbers without specifically focusing.....she was trained! But by who?
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"How in the hell do you know how many Sith there are in that fleet?" Hector asked - but not over the shipwide comm.  He could hear the argument going and, frankly, didn't care all that much.  With what he had in mind, hopefully, they would break atmosphere before that squadron was in range.  "I got something better in mind... hold on."

Putting more fighters between them and that squadron wasn't likely to do anything.  They were agile, and could easily comm their allies to move out of position.  So, they had to rely on speed - something he had been told this ship had a fair amount of.  So, hands dancing across the console, Hector pushed the throttle to its stops, and the freighter jumped forward.  Having drawn power away from the rest of the ship and into engines, the turrets wouldn't be able to fire for a few moments - but hopefully, they wouldn't need to.

Action: Full move.  Basically... we're moving 4x our base speed this round.  Turrets can't fire this round as a result - but the fighters wouldn't be in range this round anyway.  Now its time to see if they can keep up.

Shanda frowned steadying herself against a wall as she made her way towards the cockpit. Glancing over those there she points towards a display indicating a ship behind them, "That one has the sith, a powerful one too if what I felt was accurate...and I don't doubt my sight in the least. He or she knows there are force sensitives aboard this craft."

Grimacing she bowed her head and murmured the jedi code again under her breath. The initial attempt to create a dummy ship had been made too large, this time she'd try a different tactic. "I'm going to try and cloak us in an illousion, if I can break through the power that sith is giving off in torrents we might be able to just hitch a ride with the squad of fighters...by looking like one of them."

Returning to her trance the Consular once more reached out to the force this time scaling back the ship to something more reasonible, it would still be larger than the standard fighters but if she could encompass the ship it might help them just that few seconds more. "I've made it as strong as I can, you'll have a few minutes and I'll try and maintain the deception but getting us through the fleet...now...would be preferable."

OOC: Once more giving Illousion a try... and this time a bit more believable.
20:28, Today: Shanda Rell rolled 26 using 1d20+9. Use the Force check at -5 penalty.

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"Ask me later," Oriana retorts for Hector's ears only, while bracing her foot more firmly against the console as the Skyfisher jumps forward.  She hastily gathers up the straps of her seat harness and fastens it securely, then settles back to watch everything outside the window hurtle past, her finger still hovering over the IFF toggle.

Hector rockets the ship forward, causing a bit of a heave and requiring you to hold on to something in order to not fall down.  Shooting past a number of Sith fighters, the ship sort of...molds itself into a shape resembling one of them, at least probably, to outward appearances.  The fighters that had turned to pursue adjust course again as the Skyfisher increases speed, and are barely able to keep up, and while they fire some shots ahead at you, none of them are accurate enough to even graze the shields.

Coming up on the Corellian stations and shipyards, Oriana disables the IFF.  No shots are made on you, but likely due to the jamming, no one's firing on the Imperial fighters either.

Just then, the Skyfisher still shooting forward, you catch up to about where the torpedoes are hitting the installations, and you see a dreadnaught-in-progress immediately crippled directly above you.  Your speed gets you out of the resulting shockwave by a few hairs...but the fighters chasing you aren't so lucky, and you don't see any of them emerge from the explosion.

The Corellian defenders are just ahead now.  Hector and Oriana see that the ship is being hailed, a number of beeps and lights indicating a comms request from the Corellians.  They're likely to be under the effects of the comms and sensor jamming next round.  If you continue past them, you can be in the atmosphere, but generally not something pilots try at this speed and trajectory.

Just barely clearing the blast, Hector threw the Skyfisher into a slow roll to take them up and over a section of the dreadnaught that had been blasted clear.  A pity that had been hit... those Corellian Dreadnaughts would've made putty out of those Sith ships.  The problem was, the Corellians didn't have nearly enough.  One might be worth 5 Sith ships, but when the Sith had tens of thousands... what could one star system do?

A high pitched beeping brought his attention to their current position.  They were about ten seconds shy of ploughing into the upper atmosphere at full speed, at a steep angle.  That wasn't so good.  Pulling back hard on the throttle, Hector dropped their speed, and pulled the freighter up behind the shipyards, using them now as cover as he plotted them a safer approach angle.

"See what you can do about contacting the Corellians.  The defense fleet, those shipyards... whoever.  Maybe not Csec.  They need to know what they're up against, and that we aren't Sith."

++Duran, I'd grab a hold of something, if I were you.  This isn't going to be smooth from the turrets' point of view.++ Seely knows better than to be clenching anything too tightly if they're going to be pulling these kinds of maneuvers in this debris filled slag hole!

Oriana grabs her headset from where it dangles, and slips it onto her head, while flipping the switch to accept the incoming transmission.  "Skyfisher.  Go ahead."

Coming in hot, indeed.  She knew the ship could handle this, but even she was on edge.  Hector certainly hadn't been kidding when he'd said he was going to see what Skyfisher could do.  She hated to admit it, but she was impressed.

Duran whoops, beside his claims of discipline, as he is hammered into the webbing in the turret by the sheer gee force of the maneuver and again as they swoop around the ailing dreadnaught. He had flown in lots of ships but had managed to avoid combat almost entirely, this was something new.

He laughed at Seely's comment++Strapped in and good to go, this is great....go Terrachova!++ Apparently disciplined didn't mean unable to enjoy the thrill of combat.

Still excitement aside, the Ion Cannon was still trained in the direction the fighters had been in, the explosion had taken them out and he felt a mixture of relief and disappointment that he hadn't had a chance to see how good a shot he was.

As you get closer, you see that the number of ships the Corellians have here is positively puny in comparison.

A male voice responds to Oriana's message.  "This is the Corona.  You got yourself here at a bad time, in case you needed telling.  Recommend leaving the system, the Imperials look--inv--"  Static cuts in as the Imperial jammers close range, closing you off from communication with them unless Oriana can get that back up and running.

You're still cruising toward the planet at high speed, about to pass the defending fleet.  Behind you, the Corellian shipyards and defensive installations are being torn apart.

"What a rude man, cutting off a woman like that," Hector said, with a grin as he leveled out the ship with the planet oriented below them.  He then eased the stick forward bringing them into a shallower approach - one that was still faster than most pilots would consider safe - that would take them into the atmosphere.  Given that the Skyfisher was much more ship than most, this would be a safe course as well.

"Gotta say though, Oriana," he sid, looking across the cockpit at his co-pilot.  "Not many people enjoy my flying, let alone get a thrill out of it.  I'm impressed."

Duran kept his eyes peeled but with the Corellian defence force taking the brunt of the attack he didn't have that much to do once they were behind their lines.

He considered their mission and frowned, it might be better if they just landed right at the manor instead of having to fight their way across a world under siege++X2, see if you can find out where this place is and the closest place we can land, legal or otherwise, the planetary defence has enough on their hands that they won't notice our illegal parking. Once the Imperial Forces make planet fall it will get a lot harder to get there.++

++Nevermind getting OFF the planet.++  Came an answer from the other turret as Duran spoke to the droid.

"Here's hoping that that Jedi Master's vision was worth it," the short twi'lek muttered as she scanned her sectors for enemy contacts as they headed closer and closer to their objective.

"I'll note you said 'woman' and not 'lady'," Oriana retorts, flashing a grin of her own across the cockpit.  "Under the circumstances, I think we can forgive Captain Obvious back there." She frowns briefly at the dead communications signal.  Her fist comes down on the closest panel in front of her, eliciting a series of hasty beeps and flickers of various lights, before the console flares to its regular brightness once more.  Not that it made any difference, since the Corellian ships' communications were clearly jammed up in their wake.

"What's not to love about fast and dangerous?" she glances over and quips, punctuating her teasing with a blatant wink, before hastily switching her attention from pilot to ship.  Her fingers fly over the the Skyfisher's controls, shifting the bulk of the shields' power to absorb the freighter's atmospheric approach.

This done, she laughs and keys up the ship-wide comm again, her amusement carrying over into her voice, ++"Don't you worry about that.  This ship's run plenty of blockades."++

"...with less talent at the controls," she finishes, after toggling off the comm.

Serina let's out a slight yelp and quickly grabs hold of a bulkhead as the ship yerks and jolts around, and quickly sits down again to refasten her seatbelt.

"I hope i remembered to secure all the medicine properly or they'll be flying all over."

She wrubs a small bump on her head underneath her blonde hair and shrugs

"At least we might still make it without serious injuries, beyond the ones incurred by this style of.... flying did you call it?"

X2 responds to Duran, displaying its speech on the displays again.  "Coordinates = here."  He displays the coordinates first on an image of the planet, indicating that it is in fact in front of you, sort of, in that you won't have to circle around to the (currently) night side if you're trying to get near the manor.

The map then zooms in to show you some surrounding urban centers.  The manor is apparently in between Coronet, the planet's capital, and another city called Mondek, placing it in a "remote" location near a bit of mountainous terrain.  This is the kind of remote that can only happen on a modernized planet, where there is a bit of forest nearby but hardly far from civilization.

The astromech zooms the view in some more to give you a view similar to what the Jedi Mul Orth showed you back on Coruscant.  He shows you an aerial picture as well.  It's a number of flatter, single-story structures on a bit of elevation overlooking a small body of water.  Quite scenic.

"About time, no?  How many times have you told me you're not a lady?"  Hector chuckled, and glanced over at the screen that showed their destination.  Easing the yoke forward, he took them down into the atmosphere, aiming to take them in low so that they could approach along the treetops, instead of from above.  That way, they would avoid most attention.  But, since this route would take them a few minutes still to even get in atmosphere, and the Sith were more worried about the shipyards, he didn't have much to worry about at the moment.

"A woman who loves both?" Hector suggested, keeping his eyes on the approach as Oriana spoke briefly over the comms.  When she came back with an aside for him, he chuckled. "Please, you flatter me.  This isn't even hard flying.  Those fighters come after us... then you'll see some flying."

Oriana smirks.  "Don't let an honest admission go to your head, Hector.  Skyfisher's the kind of ship that makes things easy, I'm sure you can tell.  Told you you'd like my handiwork," she adds with a chuckle.

Now that the majority of the fighting was well behind them, she has a chance to relax and enjoy the approach, kicking back in her seat and propping her boot up on the console once more.  Leaving her headset in place, she reaches over and flips the switch to connect the comm systems to the local METOSP frequency, on the off chance that it might contain something useful besides warnings of the Imperial fleet's bombardment.

"So women that love both aren't desirable? That explains a lot," she muses, keeping her eyes on the approaching planet, mostly to avoid the urge to break into a grin.  "And only twice.  Guess that makes you a fast learner."