OOC: Im assuming there is at least one Reporan ship in orbit of whatever planet it is. Either way, this is going to hurt. IC: Seryk sat ion the cockpit of his ship, and casually browsed through all the old files his grandfather had left in the ships main computer. Most of it was music, but there were quite a few other files. Most of them were old contracts, debts, and contact info. All of which was now useless. But there were a few other files, some about an old base his grandfather had used to hide from Imperials on a few occasions which might still exist. And a few were bank accounts, which might still contain some money. But on file intrigued him more than any other. It was an old audio file of his grandfather, apparently just talking to himself. He seemed to be discussing the family history for some reason. While most people like him wouldnt have cared about their family history, he had never gotten his grandfather to open up about it, no matter how much he tried. And he had never understood why. But according to what his grandfather had said in the recording, his family history was a strange one, muddled in history in one way or another. It seemed cryptic almost, as if his grandfather was trying to say something that should stay a family secret. But just when it seemed his grandfather was going to say what was truelly on his mind, the recording ended. it frustrated seryk to no end, being so close to knwing his history, but not being able to know anything. As Seryk sat back and pondered all of this, he suddenly heard swearing from the back of the ship. He chuckled to himself, and shook his head. Burt was still back there, running sims in small lounge. Burt needed a lot of practice flying, so Seryk had sent him on the hardest simulation he could find in the computer. He had wondered how well Burt was handling the sim. He himself had run the sim several times, and had failed on more than one occasion. Apparently, Burt was having the same luck that he had. Serk simply shook his head, and then looked down to his console. They were almost to the coordinates that Karrde had given them, so he reached over, and hit a button on his console, turning off the sim in the lounge. He then tunred around, and yelled back to Burt. "It almost ime to exit! Get up here! this is your job, remember?" he yelled, and after a few moments, Burt came marching up to the cockpit. By the look on his face, he had failed in the sim more than once. Seryk simply shook his head, and looked back to his console. After a moment, Serk stood, and moved over to the co-pilots seat. Burt moved to sit in the pilots seat, and then looked over to Seryk. "Hey, why is all the flying on this trip up to me? Isnt this your job? Not to mention your ship?" he asked, confusion in his voice. He had already spent most of the trip in the sims, learning how to fly small freightors. He didnt understand why he should have to fly the real ship also. Seryk smiled, and lifted his feet up onto the console. He sighed, and looked over to Burt. "You do all the flying, Burt, because Karrde wanted you to learn how to run small ships like this. And while sims are good, they are no match for the real thing. And besides, Im lazy like that." Seryk said, and he chuckled as Burt sneered at him. Burt looked over to the timer counting down the seconds to their reversion to realspace, and reached up for the levers. As the timer ticked down to zero, he puched the lever back up, and the ship reverted. Seryk instanly cursed at what he saw and sat up straight almost instantly, and Burt nearly jumped out of his seat. Almost directly in front of them was a giant cruiser, of a type that neither had seen before. And almost immediatly, the ship was firing upon them. "Get out of that seat, and get to the turret!" Seryk yelled, and Burt quickly followed the orders. Seryk clambored into the pilots seat, and quickly raised the sheilds of the ship. He began to send the ship into a controlled tumble towards the planet, when a pair of odd shaped fighters shot past the front of the ship, forcing him back towards space. He could hear Burt climbing into the quad turret however, so now he would be able to test the gun out in battle. Seryk tried turning back towards the planet, only to be forced into space yet again by another pair of fighters. Seryk cursed, and was rewarded with the sound of the quad turret pounding out blasts at the ships. Seryk smiled, and once again tried to make a run towards the planet. Unlike the last few tries however, their werent any fighter5s to stop them, just another alien cruiser. Seryk looked to his sensor boards, wondering where exactly the ship had come from. He then noticed the fact that there were now three of the large vessels. He ground his teeth, and shifted energy from his forward laser cannons into his engines, giving him a boost of speed. He knew he would have a chance in space against this many ships, but he might have a chance down closer to the planet, where the ships couldnt target them as easily. As they got closer to the alien vessel, Seryk could make out a large amount of starfighters coming around the ship. Seryk gritted his teeth, and picked up his headset. "Burt, we are going to run the gauntlet. Get ready to hit them with everything you got." he said, and Burt quickly grunted a reply. He could here the gun turret firing almost non-stop now, and saw on his sensor board one of the fighters vanish, followed quickly by another. Seryk raised an eyebrow, and wondered to himself why the kid hadn't managed to get into the gunners position on one of Karrdes ships yet. As they got closer to the fighters, the fighters opened fire, forcing Seryk into a hasty barrel roll to avoid them. Suddenly the fighters were all around them, and it seemed that the quad tureet was firing even faster now. And as suddenly as the fighters had gotten in front of them, they were behind them. Seryk was still worried, but not as much now. He knew his ship was fast, and more than likely could outrun the fighters. It was the cruiser he was worried about. As that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly had the feeling that banking to port would be a good idea. he followed his instincts, and was rewarded with the sight of a large series of blasts scrapeing his bottom sheilds, right where his ship had been moments ago. He realized almost immediatly that if he had been there, his ship would have been vaporized. He continued to dance the ship around in an almost fluid series of turns and rolls, deftly doging the majority of the larger blasts, but some of the blasts from the starfighters were begining to hit home. As they got closer to the cruiser, it was becomming harder and harder to dodge the larger blasts, so Seryk simply flew straight at the vessel, and transeferred all the power he could into the engines. The added speed threw off the gunners of the ship for a moment, and suddenly most of the blasts were focused behind them. While it wasnt much, it was a few moments respite which allowed Seryk to regain his berrings, and allowed the quad cannons to recharge slightly. But as soon as it seemed that they had a moments rest, it ended as the guns of the cruiser re-aimed, and began to cover the surrounding area of space with energy again. But they were closer enough to the cruiser how that only a few of the gns could track them, meaning now only the fighters were an immediate threat. Or so Seryk hoped. He banked the ship sharply to starboard, and began to fly along the length of the ship, hoping that his sudden change of coarse would throw them off again. He quicly realized that the gunners of the vessel seemed to be expecting it, and the lentgh of space in forn of them filled with energy fire, making progress fast, and dangerous. Luckily, he seemed somehow to be able to dodge the blasts just before they reached the shields, which he guessed was frustrating the gunners to no end. Suddenly, he was past the alien ship, and heading back into space. He banked the ship again, and headed straight towards the planet. He pased just over the top of the exhaust of the alien vessel, focing any of the fighters still following him to fly above or behind him, making them targets for Burt on the quad cannon. He could hear the cannon open fire again, and saw one of the blips on the sonsors vanish. He drew his eyes away from the sensor board, and concentrated on flying again. He headed towards he planet as fast as he could, hoping to get there before the fighters managed to swarm them again. He reached over, and switched the energy from forward sheilds over to the engines, bringing them almost past the redline. But he wasnt worried about the forwards sheilds however, everything was behind them now. Or so he hoped. Suddenly, his ship began to buck as they hit the atmosphere of the planet. He sent the ship into a steep dive, avoiding the sporadic fire from the ships in orbit. But then, as quickly as it had began, the cruiser quite firing. Seryk looked to his scoped quickly, and saw that the vessel had vanished. He shook his head, and turned back to the planet. the surface was closing fast, so he slowly pulled out of the dive. As he evened out, he slapped a button, sending power back to the forward sheilds. He could hear the quad turret still pounding away at the fighters still following them, and he cursed. He figured this would be an easy jumop in and rascue situation. He hadnt counted one being attacked by anything, let alone by a small task force. He keyed on the comm unit, and switched over to the broadband settings, which would send his signal out to anyone in system with a comm unit activated. He sighed, and then spoke into his mic. "This is the Bad Samaritan to the Skywalkers. If you can hear me, you better contact me real quick, any way possible. I cant stick around for long" he said, and he cut his mic. He then proceeded to re-broadcast the message at regular, fast intervals hoping that they responded to him soon. If not, he would have to abandon them here, and hope to survive the run back out to a hyperspace vector to try and bring in more help. As he flew along, the fighters still trailing him began to break off, and headed almost directly east of his position. Intrigued, he turned to follow them, albeit at a long distance. Maybe they know something we don't. he thought to himself. OOC: Phew, that was hard. I hate doing this knowing only half the info about what Im fighting.
