DarthPoreon
Dec 6th, 2001, 08:14:54 PM
The plasma streams streaked out towards a triad of unarmed Carrack class like cruisers. Nothing was fired in return except for cackles of erratic blue ION flux as the helpless freighters tried desperately to return to the placid planet below or escape to hyperspace behind the source of the energy streams.
A plume of fire erupted on the starboard side of the lead star vessel, venting atmosphere and shrapnel into space. Another barrage of laser fire found the weakspot in the lead ship's shielding and tore through the hull of the freighter. In one last gasp, the head cruiser flared and then imploded into a firey inferno.
At the source of the turbolaser barrages, Poreon flicked his weapon choice over to Concussion Missiles, dual linked. He eased his targeting recticle over the middle of the running cruisers. Pressing the release button on his pilot's yoke, two concussion missiles shot out of the starfighter's twin launch tubes and into space. The white trails of the projectiles faded as they gained distance from the TIE, and they also turned into a white hell as they impacted with the cheap sheet metal hull of the cruiser.
A hundred shouts of fear filled Poreon's mind. The shouts soon ended as their sources were consumed in a ball of fire.
And then there was one cruiser left.
Accelerating to attack speed, Poreon's star craft zipped through the void in space and into flanking position of the star cruiser. Poreon sent a leading trail of laser fire into the failing shields of the cruiser. As the shields failed, he sent seven quick quad bursts to the hull. Pulling his nimble star craft up, the third cruiser fell silent as it crashed into the planetary atmosphere at all the wrong angles.
With atleast three hundred deaths under his belt in just mere minutes, Poreon decided to push his luck and head down to the planet's surface and wreck more havoc.
"TIE Defender Econ's Call requesting landing authorization.[/i]" Poreon spoke into the communications channel using a psuedonym for his starfighter.
"Authorization granted, Econ's Call of the Deep-Space Station 33671-Fiver." It seemed luck was on Poreon's side, as the Space command didn't notice Econ's Call had just manhandled three refugee cruisers.
Poreon took a wide loop down to the planet. Powering down his systems, he got out of his starfighter to the sight of a full Police-Cop Platoon awaiting his arrest...
A plume of fire erupted on the starboard side of the lead star vessel, venting atmosphere and shrapnel into space. Another barrage of laser fire found the weakspot in the lead ship's shielding and tore through the hull of the freighter. In one last gasp, the head cruiser flared and then imploded into a firey inferno.
At the source of the turbolaser barrages, Poreon flicked his weapon choice over to Concussion Missiles, dual linked. He eased his targeting recticle over the middle of the running cruisers. Pressing the release button on his pilot's yoke, two concussion missiles shot out of the starfighter's twin launch tubes and into space. The white trails of the projectiles faded as they gained distance from the TIE, and they also turned into a white hell as they impacted with the cheap sheet metal hull of the cruiser.
A hundred shouts of fear filled Poreon's mind. The shouts soon ended as their sources were consumed in a ball of fire.
And then there was one cruiser left.
Accelerating to attack speed, Poreon's star craft zipped through the void in space and into flanking position of the star cruiser. Poreon sent a leading trail of laser fire into the failing shields of the cruiser. As the shields failed, he sent seven quick quad bursts to the hull. Pulling his nimble star craft up, the third cruiser fell silent as it crashed into the planetary atmosphere at all the wrong angles.
With atleast three hundred deaths under his belt in just mere minutes, Poreon decided to push his luck and head down to the planet's surface and wreck more havoc.
"TIE Defender Econ's Call requesting landing authorization.[/i]" Poreon spoke into the communications channel using a psuedonym for his starfighter.
"Authorization granted, Econ's Call of the Deep-Space Station 33671-Fiver." It seemed luck was on Poreon's side, as the Space command didn't notice Econ's Call had just manhandled three refugee cruisers.
Poreon took a wide loop down to the planet. Powering down his systems, he got out of his starfighter to the sight of a full Police-Cop Platoon awaiting his arrest...