Mu One watched as the missiles flew directly at the city, leaving a spiraling, pulsating trail behind them all the way up to the city, twelve missiles in all. Several positions in the city went up in smoke, but there was no way of telling if they actually hit the comms towers.
The male pilot watched his scopes, hoping for some evidence that he'd hit since his visual scanning had been corroded by the smoke. There was nothing yet.
"Mu Two what do you think?" he asked into his helmet as the Missile Boats lurched closer to the city itself.
There was a moment of hesitation.
"We're going to have to make a strafing run boss," Mu Two said tragically. They knew their duty. They would bomb the city until they hit the comms towers and then they'd break off.
"Arm bombs and get ready to-," the flight commander was cut off by a high pitched scream coming from Mu Four. The man's eyes went wide behind his helm and he looked out of his viewport to see his comrade's craft stuck in a horrific, spiraling, death plunge to the earth.
The craft exploded viciously, throwing debris and flames about that struck and charred the grass.
Suddenly the sky lit up with seething explosions all about and fear began to overtake the commander. The only thing that prevented panic was his military training.
Another Missile Boat dropped, Mu Three.
"Break off! Break off! Repeat, break off!" Mu One yelled, dipping his craft and pulling back on his yokestick.
The other Missile Boats followed quickly, engaging their SLAMs in a frantic attempt to flee. Mu Six took a hit to the rear, finishing off the already damaged afted and he began doing backspins to the ground. Another pilot lost.
They got out of range of the voracious missile blasts, and the sky behind them was ablaze with missile fire and explosions. Mu One's heart was racing, his breaths were coming quickly.
But there was an advantage to all this. They attempted to target the Imperial ships above the atmosphere...
The missile boats continued their attempt at fleeing the menace that was the enemy city.
***
Emperor Fearsons, after finally reorienting himself from the battle with the Dark Lord of the Sith, watched and monitored over the battle carefully, his mind refocusing on the Force. He reached into the minds of his commanders, linking them once again as he linked the squads of starfighters.
Judging by the reports, the battle here at the Defense initiative capital was going far better than that at Ord Mantell...was it the presence of Emperor Fearsons that had done such? He did not dwell too much on it.
He watched as the sky suddenly lit up around the enemy territory near the atmosphere, and suddenly missiles began to pierce the atmosphere.
They had shot through their own energy shield and piereced huge hole in it to try to hit invisible Imperial ships.
How excellent!
He looked up to where the Missile Boats were still pummeling the EMPRESS satellite. Even if his Force abilities had not guided them to it, the explosions about had caught a few hulks on the system, and had caused small burning hulks throughout the craft.
They were pummeling were these burning signatures were, and so Fearsons let their links drop. Lasers and missiles began to corrode the system.
They had disabled or destroyed enough EMPRESS systems by now that they were of no real issue to the Jutraalian fleet. How excellent.
He turned back to his XO. "Open up a link back to the Imperials and issue my apologies for my cutting them off...tell them I had...issues aboard my starship," he ordered. The XO responded with a bow and made off to carry out the orders.
When the images of the Imperial commanders came back to, he rotated his throne to face them. A smile spread his lips.
"Greetings commanders, the EMPRESS systems are all but destroyed and I shall now be focusing my fire power around blockading the planet and knocking out their planetary shields, would you like to deploy first troops?" he asked before they had a chance to speak.
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