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A lone EZ-95 ugly reverted to realspace nearly within spitting distance of the half destroyed Cargo Facility Two. The pilot rolled his fighter in even closer to the station and opened fire on the topside Turbolaser turret. Paired laser cannon shots walked up the turret housing melting armour plate. The cannons in the first turret exploded scatering debris far and wide.

Dereliction and Bright Hope finished their micro jumps next and the Gunship opened fire on two of the other turrets with laser cannon and turbolasers. A second turret exploded before the station raised it's shields. The underside turret opened fire on Dereliction stitching the ship with rapid Turbolaser fire.

The ugly fired it's concussion missiles but the explosives detonated on the station shields. Dereliction rolled as she continued firing, trying to keep fresh shields toward the heavy Turbolaser barrage.

Captain Gades yelled out to the bridge crew of Bright Hope. "Helm, drop our nose then give us all stop! Antur overcharge all our cannons and fire them en-mass."

The Corvette's topside Double Turbolaser turret and four laser cannon swung into line with the stations underside turret as the helmsman completed their maneuver. The tips of the cannon barrels almost started to glow with excess heat as they built up dangerous levels of charge.

"Cannons are going to overheat and melt down if we wait any longer." Cautioned Antur.
"Wait for it..." Urged Ora.
Dereliction rolled again and fired a new burst from her Turbolsers.
"Fire!"

The cannon hits from the Gunship's weapons weakened the shields just enough for Bright Hope's high powered shots to burn through, destroying the turret. The brige crew cheered in triumph. Over the noise the Captain called out for the helmsman.
"The second their shields are down bring our forward bay into line with their main cargo doors."

Alek rushed back to the bow sections of the ship after scouring the aft sections for extra boarding personel. Most of the crew had spent time training for and boarding Slaveships bound for Hutt space. They all knew now that Imperial troops might be here and the lead boarding teams were armed with the heaviest weapons they could carry.

At the door to the forward cargo bay stood Arrik Synn, the Human boarding chief wearing his Juggernaut 510 Combat Power Armour. He nodded to Alek as he approached and waved aside a few other memebers of his team to make room.
"I've got a couple of guys with a micro Concussion missile launcher and most of my lead teams have grenades of one kind or another."

Alek locked a heavy powercell into his blaster rifle and flipped it's fire selector to automatic. He looked to the larger armoured man. "There's a good chance of Stormies this time."

"That's what I like to hear. I could use a good fight." The boarding chief cleared his throat. "Alright people, we're after some Imps this time it looks like! They'll be good so we've gotta be better. Work in teams, call for help, nades on pinned targets, all of that. Use your head and dont get killed."

Most of those present yelled out in acknowledgement then grabbed handrails as the shiip shook again. Overhead lighting flickered and dimmed for a few seconds then came back on.

"Bridge to boarding teams, stand by. All hands, brace for impact."

Arrik hit a button on the side of his helmet letting him tap into the ship's sensors. At the last second he called out an additional; "Brace!" and everyone grabbed restraint bars even more tightly just in time for the ship to slam into the station's docking bay. Everyone aboard was thrown forward from the impact despite the helmsman having slowed them down considerably.

Before anyone else recovered Arrik was into the Corvette's firward cargo fold and sprinting for the partially opened bay doors. The Magcon field remained powered around the cargo bay door just incase enough of the ship's bow hadn't entered the station's own bay. The floor of the station's bay was more than a metre above that of the Corvette's cargo bay floor but a small enough drop that the Chief didn't even slow as he leapt aboard the station.

Most of the cargo loading doors aboard the station were locked down or sealed completely but one small entrance leading toward the station center was open. Four troopers in scout armour rushed from the door and opened fire on the still lone figure. Arrik didnt's even slow, as he tirggered his medium repeating blaster filling the doorway with red bolts and blocking any retreat. Then a grenade from his shoulder launcher hit the decking at the feet of the four Scout Troops.

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