A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
"INCOMING!"
That scream and the slight vertigo sensation of her ground turned into the ceiling and back to being her ground three times were all the warnings Satlasa had. Her training and quick wits were all that kept her at her feet. Unshaken, the Zabrak commando rushed to the ship's bridge.
"What's going on, smuggler?" asked the soldier to the ship's captain, with her usual commanding tone.
"Imps, love, that's what's goin' on!" screamed back a full figured Togruta, the Captain of the ship. "Would you mind going up on my lovely sky dome and sand our greetings?"
Without a second word, Satlasa darted to the cannon tower stairs on the center of the XS-Stock light freighter. She climbed the metal stair in a couple of jumps and was seated and had the headphone in her head in a matter of seconds. The HSG-67 double barreled laser cannon controllers are not much different from other laser cannons, and with just a few switches, clicks and movements on the sticks, and the trooper was shooting back at the Imperial Interceptors.
"Focus the shield deflectors on the back of the ship, baby!" Namaara commanded Corso Riggs, seated on the co-pilot chair.
"Ay, Captain!" answered the dark-haired human, without hiding the affection in his tone.
"And, if you are feeling a bit left out after Satty-girl, you can fire our front cannons as well. There are some Interceptors needing your attention." said the captain to his second in command.
The light freighter rocketed side to side a couple times, and several sparks jumped on the navigation panel. The sound of the blasters being reflected from the shield was echoing inside the ship, and a cute and full of sarcasm came from the intercom.
"Cap, I think someone is not happy with our new cargo... Can you see into that, please?"
"Risha, darling, they never hailed us, on the first place. And take care of our guest, if you please. I think our friends will not be very happy if we lost her. And I, myself, will be a tad unhappy." Answered the captain to the female human on the intercom.
Looking at the radar, Satlasa saw that two of the several - six? Seven? All the fuss rended her unable to be sure - Imperial spaceships were already destroyed, and she thanked mentally the commando for her amazing efficacy.
"Hey, be careful with Camilla, Zabrak! She's a lady!" screamed Corso on the comm.
"Who's Camilla, soldier?" answered Satlasa, from the tower cannon.
"It's the cannon where you are, darl'. He does that, naming cannons, and..." started to answer the captain, being cut shut by several new spark explosions on the consoles.
"This ship will tear in half, captain!" answered the commando, rolling her eyes on the idea of naming the weapons.
"She can handle a couple shots, Satty-girl. We've been on worst situations." said the freighter pilot, swerving to avoid two missiles fired from somewhere. "Missiles, Imps? That's not cool... Corso..?"
"On it, cap!" Answered the second in command, already controlling the target system of the missile launcher of the freighter. "Theobald is lock and loaded!"
"Theobald? Really?" came a comment from the Zabrak from the intercom.
The freighter rocketed a little more; all the while the front and tower cannons answered the fire from the attacking Imperial Interceptors coming from different sides, trying to stop the fugitives flee from Alderaan. The captain of the ship knew Nar Shaddaa, the "smuggler's moon" of the Hutta planet, as the back of her hand, as usually smugglers and other scoundrels do, and the Imperial new that.
"I was about to tell you to be more careful with the freighter, pilots, but you are being so amazingly inefficient that I don't even mind if you are being killed. I'm almost enjoying the spectacle."
The Rattataki seated on the X70-B Phantom pilot seat, watching the space combat unfold are indeed enjoying the dogfight. She had to compliment the pilot of the freighter, and the one on the cannon tower. They were doing a great job for the Imperial fleet, cutting down these useless pilots. But she cannot denied the ship's crew are indeed very good at their job. She expected the small fleet to, at least, herd the freighter to somewhere else than Nar Shaddaa. And that's about to happen, as the fight unfolded on the strategic map in front of her.
"They hit one of our engines, captain!" warned Corso, covering her face from the sparks on the console in front of them. "Theobald's controls are fried as well."
"Hold on, everybody! It's time do end this!" Answered Satlasa to him and the others on the internal comm.
The Troguta pulled the thrust controllers all back and pushed the steering levers all way back, making the light freighter to flip nose-down abruptly. The stress on the ship was heard and feel on the hull, while Satlasa shoot down two other Imperial ships during the harsh evasive maneuver. When the ship was facing Alderaan again, Satlasa righted the controllers and pushed the thrusters all forward, rocketing her ship towards the beautiful planet. "If we cannot escape from Alderaan..."
"Corso, when I say when, you put the deflector all way to the front, ok?"
"But we will be shred from the incoming lasers, cap!" answered the co-pilot, already preparing to execute the order.
"No, we won't, baby!" replied Satlasa, while the freighter entered the planet atmosphere nose-down, repeating 'hold on baby... one last maneuver...' between her lips, to the ship.
The Interceptors stopped shooting at the freighter as it did the insane maneuver. Sure, this maneuver did make one Interceptor fire at another one, leaving only two of the original seven-fleet Interceptors. These two left were ordered to fall back and do not enter the Alderaan space, as their leader, on the Phantom starship stated she will take care of this business now. They were to go back to the Imperial Fleet and live in shame of their failure.
Commander Asakia decided that it will be better if she take care of the kidnappers herself. Usually this was the better course of action, but some very high seated Sith make demands, and she had to oblige. Thank the Emperor the small fleet was incompetent, so she could get rid of them.
"NOW!" Screamed Namaara.
"Yes, Cap!" answered Corso, setting the deflector shields full front, and holding on the spark-flying console as best as he could.
The Togruta, pulled the flight stick to her with both hands, while kicking the thruster controller full forwards on the console, tilting it a little.
The ship instruments started all flashing and screaming, as the ship trembled, the hull making snap and cracks sounds, and a loud thud were heard inside the ship. The ship righted the flight from head down to horizontal flight with an huge effort, missing the ground for a few meters, while crashing and breaking columns of ice and snow, as the ship swerved around a big and snow-covered mountain and finally crashing into a pine forest border, crashing several of the tall trees on the process, and finally landing with a heavy collision.
The ship went dark as soon as the crew hit the floor.
