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Post by kenryo on Nov 23, 2015 21:12:38 GMT -6
(Masik)
He waited, almost excited like a kid on Christmas morning. He could tell this would be a hell of a ride, he quickly got on board. After he got on locating the bridge even on a foreign ship would be easy enough. As he got there, he sat in front of a console and input the coordinates. "Perfect time to go there, they've got most of the mess cleaned up from when the reapers came back..." Then he sat back and waited for Jubal to take off.
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Darth Jubal
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Post by Darth Jubal on Nov 23, 2015 22:27:47 GMT -6
Once Masik sat down, Jubal flicked his eyes over the coordinates the alien had inputted, confirming that they were analogous to the Earth he was familiar with from the universe his ship had come from. He then lifted the ship up on its repulsorlifts, spinning the bow around to face the hanger's main doors. Knowing that most vessels' hanger bay doors were weakly armored, compared to the rest of the ships, and not wishing to waste any of his new armaments nor any of his torpedos...despite being able to manufacture more with the industrial replicators down in his own ship's cargo bay...he fired a full-power blast from the disruptors. With the ship's warp core powering the weapons, the blasts easily ripped their way through the doors, exposing the deck to the vacuum of space. All of the air, the bodies, and anything not tied down was almost instantly blown out into space.
With a stab of his finger, Jubal sent the Bird of Prey blasting out of the hanger at high speed. He then engaged the ship's combat configuration, the wings sweeping ventrally, presenting a sort of "frown" to the ship's profile. He knew that the computer would take a few minutes to complete the calculations necessary for the hyperspace jump, so he wanted to be ready for the attack the Force was warning him was imminent.
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Post by Darth Jubal on Feb 10, 2016 11:29:28 GMT -6
Jubal sent the Warbird spinning laterally to starboard as the cruiser sent a rapid-fire stream of slugs at his ship, the inertial dampeners barely able to keep up with the maneuver. He was confident that his navigational deflectors and concussion fields, let alone the full power of his combat shields, could easily handle the enemy's fire. But, he did not wish there to be any chance of someone recording more evidence of his somewhat advanced technology than necessary.
He reached over to the targeting computer, locking on to the thinnest cross-section of hull and decking between him and the Blue Suns' cruiser. With his other hand, he opened a communication channel to the cruiser and said, "Attention commander enemy vessel. You have thirty seconds to begin evacuations before I open fire on your ship with intention to destroy it. Starting now." He closed the channel, then began jamming all known frequencies to prevent any possibility of them transmitting any information they'd gleaned from his ship. At the end of the thirty seconds, he began firing his disruptors, firing three pairs of green energy lances from the disruptor cannons at the tips of the Warbird's "wings" at the ventral hull of the enemy ship. Their shields barely flickered as the blasts swept past them to impact on the hull's armor, boiling it away and exposing the decks to vacuum, fires igniting on the decks for a brief span of seconds before all the oxygen was blown out. The ships of this universe were relatively unsuited for this type of combat, their shields suited more for deflecting solid projectiles rather than energy weaponry. Apparently, their level of advancement on energy weapons were limited to defensive "Guardian lasers" that are designed to prematurely detonate slow-moving solid-state torpedoes rather than as actual weapons.
As he waited for the debris cloud to dissipate from the hole he'd made, he glanced over at the scanners that were screaming for his attention, seeing that a swarm of twelve one-man fighter craft were boiling out from the base on the planet's surface. He confirmed they were still inside the planet's atmosphere, then slipped further into concentration, feeling through the Force each fighter's location. From their perspective, the exhaust nozzles on their craft suddenly crumpled and crimped completely closed, their engines suddenly overheating and beginning to melt dangerously. Each of them ejected safely before their fighters began to spiral down to explode on the ground.
He then turned back to the matter at hand, seeing that escape pods were firing off from the cruiser's sides. He focused the Force on the men and women inside of them, confirming that none of them were carrying any information from the ship's computer. If they had, it would have been rather unfortunate for them because he could not have allowed them to survive.
He allowed them to complete their evacuation, not wishing to cause more deaths than he'd already been responsible for...the work crew, the crewmen on the decks he'd blasted through were more than enough.
Jubal then lined up his ship's nose with his target, then stroked the key that launched a single quantum torpedo into the guts of the ship, then flipped over and flew relatively "downward" and away from the doomed vessel at full impulse (approximately 1/4 of the speed of light). Behind him, the cruiser broke in half just before the eezo core exploded. The Warbird barely shook in response to the awesome explosion to its aft.
A small smile of triumph lifted his lips as he turned to the navigational computer and confirmed that it was finished with the calculations for his hyperspace jump were completed and inputted correctly, then grasped a set of levers in his left hand, gathered them together then pulled them back toward him, causing the hyperdrive at the rear of the ship to roar with power. To an outside observer, the ship would flicker with pseudomotion just before leaping into hyperspace with a silent bang. Inside the ship, on the viewscreen, the stars elongated toward them, then blended into a tunnel of mottled blue-white and black.
Safe now in the other-dimension known as hyperspace, Jubal relaxed and turned to his guest, saying, "Sorry about all that. So...what's your story?"
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