(As the hours pass, Sadia and crew languishing in wait for the pirate vessel to bring itself in ever slowly, more long-range torpedoes begin to close distance. The impact braced for, though, never comes.)
(Sensors show the payloads simply blinking out. The briefest of light shows play across the stars as the closer of them is cut through by a laser with an activation time that is briefer still. Thirteen minutes later, the second is intercepted in much the same manner.)
(For 0.84 seconds each time, sensors are able to identify the source. A particularly small fighter. Sleek design, and moving faster than something of striker scale with a person inside has any right to.)
(A brief, haughty chuckle from Wyrmling comes over comms transmission. Their tone is changed a little. Before, the slight scratch to their voice was friendly. Playful. Charming. Now it's... cruel isn't the word. But it's excited in the way one might expect from something on a hunt. Winning a game.)
Target missiles down. Capitaine, I do not expect the danger to your vessel to outlast the next Cradle standard cycle. Un cher ami is moving to probe their defenses as we close further.
(Positioning data is transferred to the Shooting Star. Two vessels, about corvette sized, still about 73k kilos out. Details are Difficult to make out; they appear to have some heavy investment into stealth and cloaking tech. But they look more like a mining and cargo pair than anything built for war... but they're modified. Heavily modified.)
The Vulture and the Serpent's Tail will hang close by you for escort once we arrive, and I will be moving to boarding action myself. Have a drink and wait for the real show to begin, oui?
(Ooc: My first time really writing a space battle like this so I'm doing lots of reading and research. I have a lot of thoughts and surprises planned. This is fun! :> -Feather)
Think I'll save the drinks 'til we win, friend—wanna keep the Lady in good spirits. (don't worry, y'all'll get your share)
My CCU wants to link point-def, by the way. Keep an—
—ATTEMPTING SYSLINK WITH VESSELS "VULTURE" AND "SERPENT'S TAIL". PLEASE ACCEPT WHEN PROMPTED.
—eye out for a commlas. Hi, MAC.
Got 'im secondhand so he's a lil eccentric lol. Anyways, yeah, accept that 'n MAC can put together a CPN*, unless y'all've got a real armscomper what can do it. 'S probably all I can do to help, sorry.
