!jxrVRQy2To 10/05/10(Tue)20:50 No.12342445|
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You order the gunboats to launch torpedoes. A alarmed Madine appears onscreen. "Sir, my people are still out there."
"And I'm ensuring they don't all perish in this ordeal." You answer.
Senn's gunboat accelerates ahead of her squad. "Hold tight Talons, we're on our way. Venom squad, sunspiral on me. Launch torpedos on my mark... mark!"
The hostile freighter hugs the flotilla, but the torpedoes are not tracking its position. Instead they head directly after Senn's own gunboat. Her ship turns and sways until the torpedoes in her wake converge into a single tight knit swarm. She weaves through the civilian traffic at full thrust, pulling away from her mark at the last instant. The less maneuverable torpedoes broadside the same section of the freighter one after another. The ship's hull is carved in two.
The maneuver is impressive if lacking in restraint. Nearby freighters, many with their shields down, are buffeted by the expanding cloud of plasma and debris. Panicked cries for help flood the comms. Several freighters attempt to maneuver away from the fireball with shuttles still docked. Your bridge crew races to calm the captains and prevent further collisions.
Damage reports from the flotilla are coming in. No fatalities. Several of the nearby ships are damaged, but none critically. This will add to repair times.
Out of the sudden deluge of comm traffic, a message from the destroyed freighter grabs your attention. The holographic ghost of its dead captain cries out, "Mon Mothma lives!"
Commander Senn's fighter sustained minor damage. She is returning to dock. The forward section of the freighter miraculously remains largely intact.