Approximately 4 kilometers away from the shipyard, a mid-sized vessel exited hyperspace. The ship was a battle-scarred Galofree Medium Transport, it's hull covered in laser burns, it's shields non-existent. Sensor scans of its performance hinted that the Freighter's stabilizers were failing, and it could barely hold a straight course as it moved into the system. From within, a distress call was sent to the station. "Kessel Station #1, this is independent trader 'Patience' transmitting a distress call. We were attacked by pirates and barely escaped with our lives. Our ship is heavily damaged. As acting captain, I'd like to formally request your assistance. Please allow us to repair here, another hyperspace jump or venture into atmosphere will tear the ship apart."
The hologram that came over the shipyards projector showed the bridge of the Galofree in shambles. A young human in a torn and bloody uniform lean heavily on the command chair as he pleaded for help, the Captain's body stretched lifeless on the floor next to him as other crewmen scrambled to keep the ship under control. "Kessel Station, will you help us," he asked with a wince of pain. A stain on his uniform clearly showed the young man had compound fractures of at least three ribs. He wouldn't make it much longer without medical attention. In the background of the holo, others were in similar stated of health as they valiantly fought fires and their unresponsive instrument panels.
In the Kessel Station, an argument raged between the civilian who ran the shipyard and it's military supervisor. Like any military man, the supervisor was deadset against anyone coming aboard the station, even people who obviously needed as much help as the men and women on the 'Patience'. The civilian however, was having an attack of pity, and insisted on them being brought aboard. After an argument which spanned several minutes, the civilian finally won out as the acting captain of the freighter collapsed before them on the hologram. A slight woman moved to take over the communications, her uniform holding only lieutenants bars. In the back of the room, the Mon Cal supervisor fumed as the Galofree was given permission to dock. He was not happy at all about this, but the civilian in charge of the station had powerful connections, and he was sure his career would end if he had continue to argue with him.
Struggling all the way, the battered transport finally docked with the shipyard. As soon as the docking seal was complete, the injured began coming off. Some of them were carried by those lucky enough to be unhurt, others brought into the station by the walking wounded. A tall Gand walked out, carrying the human who had sent the distress call. As he walked with another injured crewman over his shoulder, a station guard motioned him towards the medical facilities. Without a second glance, the Gand dropped his human cargo and savagely struck the guard, crushing his fishlike skull. Both of the "injured" crewmen landed on their feet, weapons in hand. Around the corridors all the way to the sickbay, similar events occurred, a full two dozen shipyard personnel dropping in seconds. But twenty-four wasn't a drop in the bucket regarding how many crew the 40,000 meter facility held. Speaking into a small insignia on his lapel, the Gand gave commands. "Alpha team, with me to the command center. Beta, secure the hangers," as the troops jumped at his orders, he relayed a message to the Galofree. "Patient Fury, the Phantom's are aboard. Stage one is complete, begin Stage Two."
Before the real ships crew had responded, the Phantom teams were moving. Plans for the station came up on each squads datapads when called, Intel on this mission had been collected weeks ago, and revised up to an hour before. The two teams made their way to their objectives, disabling anyone who stood in their way. The first to reach their goal was Beta squad. The twelve man team stormed the hanger in text book fashion, taking the controls and stationing heavy weapons in all the entrances. Two team members began looking over the fighters held within. A technical expert got into the ships computer and after a short battle with the automated internal security systems, overrode the controls the shipyards command center had over the Hanger.
Meanwhile, the Galofree also jumped into action. Immediately detaching from the shipyard, the program faking it's performance as that of a heavily damaged ship was shut down. Hidden emplacements over the length of the 200 meter long ship opened revealing weaponry far beyond the Galofree's norm. Likewise, the ships largest modification was also made known. A huge door opened in the ship, and the ships within blasted out into space, the freighters shields going up as soon as they were gone. In all, 2 X-wings, a YT-1300, and a Sentinel Shuttle launched from the modified Galofree. The X-wings took point, their pilots keeping them close to the shipyard to take out any weaponry it might have. The YT-1300 and the Sentinel made their way towards the half completed MC200 that the shipyard was building.
Finally, Alpha team made it to the stations command center. They had a much tougher time, traveling the farther distance gave the guards they came across more time to fortify their positions. Thankfully everyone in the team was trained in medical care, for several of them were wounded, a couple badly. But they would not be stopped. Finally arriving outside the command room, the Gand spoke into his comlink again. "Fury, report to command. We're on schedule to take the station. The Hanger is secure, and we're moving on the control center. Begin stage three immediately. Phantom's out."
Ship Manifest:
Heavily Modified Galofree Medium Transport
YT-1300
Sentinal Shuttle
2 X-wings
EDIT: You'll notice I've destroyed nothing yet, simply killed some guards and captured a portion of the shipyard. I certainly don't see how that would break any rules, I made sure to stop the post before anything was destroyed or the shipyard even taken.