Chapter 1: The So-Called Friends of Marko


He grins as he watches the engines burst like over ripe kanji fruit. He receives the targeting data and sets up an attack vector. He quickly acknowledged the data.

"Copy that Sabre."

Blaster fire rains down on the turret.

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Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble

~ The Sabre Cockpit: Co-Pilot's Chair ~

With the explosion of the escaping freighter's engines putting a stop to their fleeing, Mara unstraps from her seat. Grabbing her handbag's strap and slinging it across her body, she is all set to go for the upcoming boarding action.

She looks to Luka, “I think we can get in close and dock with their airlock without worrying about their gunnery any more. Our fighters can continue working them over, if nothing else than to defend themselves.”

Mara has no intention of being left behind and she stands up, expecting that Luka can handle the last maneuver without her assistance.

“Do you need my help?”

Switching over to the comms channel with the fighters, Mara says, <“Fighter One and Fighter Two, we are leaving the security screening up to you. Watch out for those turrets and we are preparing to board.”>

Luka Vorr, Human Male Scoundrel

“Great shot, Katur. Good job, people.”

Luka spoke over the ship’s internal comm.

“All right, everyone, prepare to board. Field Commander Ossek, we’ll be looking to you for our strategy once we get on board.”

He glanced up at Ms. Aragone as she stood up.

“Thank you for your assistance, Ms. Aragone. Let’s bring in the ship together.”

With Ms. Aragone’s help, Luka maneuvered the Sabre over to the damaged freighter’s docking hatch so they could begin the docking procedure.

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"Yes sir." Ossek flicks the comm on to quickly register her acknowledgement of Luka's orders before checking her sword. Happy to know she was back to fighting with a real weapon Ossek clambered back up the ladder out of the turret and headed to the docking bay, ready for boarding.

With Cali and Cyrian still buzzing around the freighter, Luka manages to bring the ship in to dock at the port airlock of the freighter. While docked, the Sabra is out of the firing arc of the freighter's guns - but the fighter's aren't!

Dice Roll:
1d20+1 4d10*2
d20 Results: 8 (Total = 9)
d10 Results: 10, 10, 3, 3 (Total = 52)
blasted away at Cali as her craft speed past from it's attack run on the engines. The shots go wide and miss the speeding target.

The second turned as Cyrian's attack scorched the ship around it. It Lined up a straight shot with the fighter mid-attack run and
Dice Roll:
1d20+1 4d10*2
d20 Results: 13 (Total = 14)
d10 Results: 2, 3, 4, 10 (Total = 38)
unleashed a stream of red energy bolts at the craft. The shot fly by Cyrian's fighter, almost coming into contact but not quite able to hit the nimble craft.


Cali watched with an all-too-pleased smile as her shots take out the engines. She adjusted her engine power; now that the Sabre was docking with the adrift freighter, the guns were going to focus on the two fighters. Manoeuverability was now more important than flat out speed.

"Fighter One, concentrate on one gun at a time so we can disable them as quickly as possible." She advised over the intercom. She finished her dive and quickly brought her nose up, firing at the ventral gun as it came into view of her cockpit.

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Without warning, both laser cannons cease tracking the two fighters and return to their rest positions . . . It would seem that the freighter had given up on the lost cause . . .

Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble

~ The Sabre: Docking Access Hatch ~

Keying her commlink to talk to the fighters on their channel, Mara says, <“Fighter One and Fighter Two, we demanded they cease firing on you. Please keep us updated on the situation. Thank you.”>

"Roger WilCo Sabre."

Cyrian steers away from the ship and sets up a perimeter. Equally watching for motion from the turrets or any signs of reinforcements from elsewhere. His adrenaline is pumping and he can fell his heart pounding as he swerves through the dead ships and engine debris.

"Sabre they seemed to have powered down their turrets. Establishing defensive perimeter till further notice."

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Mara Aragone, Zeltron Female Noble

~ The Sabre: Docking Access Hatch ~

Mara keys her commlink and replies, <“Understood, Fighter One. Thank you.”>

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