DT-L30 sighs, then shrugs, "You know, at least their pain is over. You on the other hand." He shuts the door to the room they are in, "You're going to be begging for yours." DT-L30 uses the Force to break one arm, "Tell me, do you have any more valuable information?" He asked with a sadistic smile.
"Yes ma'am!" As she suspected, ships begin pouring into the area. The torpedos collide with the shields of the leading ships, doing heavy damage, but there are many of them, and they rapidly approach. "Ma'am, the Purge isn't dropping the interdiction field! We can't jump to hyperspace!"
She shoots its shields down, and together Loreley and Dee are able to send it up in an inferno. As they do, and they reach a quick break from the combat, Loreley sees a large rebel fleet enter the area.
"Nice of you to share." DT-L30 smiled, but doesn't let up. He uses his communicator to inform Zenobia of the traitor. Before looking back at the Duros, "You bought yourself a painfree hour, it's best you think of more. Before I break all your limbs." He leaves the Duros alone for now.
Cara kicks herself out of her shoes, and falls backwards towards the two men, bowling them over. At the same time, the lights come on. The corridor is empty, covered in scorch marks from the storm trooper bolts.
"Drop down the shields - all units, retreat to capital ships - we will be make a jump soon. If you are not onboard, by the time we jump, you are on your own! Fire solutions on nebulon B that came first - eradicate them - as soon as you have next salvo ready, fire torpedoes! Then jump to hyperspace! Coordinates, a microjump on the other side of system! If any ship is about to loose it's ship, don't wait! Make a jump now!"
"No, seems like we fell for a trap." DT-L30 replied in a stern tone, heading to where Zenobia was if she hasn't replied to his message via communicator.
Fendrat fall down on his back, explosion of pain hit all his body. He hate falling down, like piece of wood. He give Cara hug, as they stand up. "Are you all right?" He asked her and look at the soldiers. "Everybody get ready. We are leaving this place in order and everyone keept eye on others."
'It's a damn trap!' Loreley shouted, 'Retreat and dock with the Netuno!' Loreley led the flight back to the capital ship.
She stands in front of the comms station, projecting a holo of herself. "The Interdictor is captained by a traitor! You have to destroy it! You have to destroy the gravity well generator!"
A hologram of Zenobia appears. "Interdictor...traitor...destroy...generator". The female officer shouts out "We can't make a jump, we're still being jammed!" The Rebel fleet stops moving. Two ships advance to the front. An modified CIS Providence Class painted in Alliance colours And a Venator The comms officer says "We're being hailed!"
She nods. "I'll be fine". The officer shouts "You heard him!" He recieves orders from the Netuno to evacuate, but can't contact anyone else on board. "Sir? Sir! Can anyone hear me? Anyone?" The group begins retracing their steps, weapons at the ready.
The enemy fighters break off, as Loreley and her squad return to the hangar. Technicians help her out of the cockpit and begin working on the craft, checking for damage.
Fendrat get ready his own blaster, as they moving back, the same way what the enter here. "Anyone hear me? If anyone hear me, get out of here! Evacuation, we need leave the station." Zeltron use his own commlink, tried to figure out what is wrong with that. Someone block their signal?
He sees there's nothing wrong with his signal, and he recieved the Netuno's order to evacuate fine. If there are signal problems, it's on the end of the other people. The officer leads the group back to the area with the large windows. The light from the nebula is comforting, but the room is big, with many seperate buildings and seats, apparently a spaceflight terminal. It provides many shadows, and many places to hide. A metallic groan sounds out from the ceiling, and a beam falls on one of the stormtroopers, pinning him to the ground.
Loreley thanked the technician and cursed as she climbed out of the cockpit. They had lost two pilots for nothing, the rebels springing their trap. 'Everybody in one piece?' She checked on her squadron and then looked for Beta's commander to find out what they could do.
