Ibram yet off yet another volley of laser shots at the A-9 he was trying to keep up with, again seemingly to no avail.

Something’s not right here, he couldn’t help but think as he brought his fighter up and about, matching the manoeuvres of his opponent.

He would have liked to have called in Cali or Cadie for help, but not only did it seem that they had their hands full with their own opponents, but shortly after Cadie informed them of the enemy’s presence, the com channel had become filled with static and white noise.

I hate it when they do that, he had thought at the time, and funnily enough the sentiment still held ten minutes later. He guessed it was the transport that was doing it, although it wasn’t like he had the time to do anything about it.

And these A-9’s...

There was definitely something odd about them. Ibram had never considered himself an ‘Ace’, as he believed those titles were earned as opposed to self-applied, and as of yet no one had used that term in relation to him. Still, he did consider himself a good shot, and yet none of his tracers seemed to be touching the A-9, or even scratching the shield.

An explosion off to his left brought him out of his train of thought so suddenly that he almost didn’t match his opponent’s banking manoeuvre. His radar showed that Uris had just defeated his bogey with a missile, which was something. Switching his own systems to missiles, he settled in a slightly different routine of trying to get a missile lock on his opponent.

He tried contacting Uris through the coms again, try to see what the newcomer had done, but the white noise was still there.

“Gshhhhh-kill-shhhhhhhhhh-ighter-shhhhhhhhhh-wrong-shhhhhhhhhh-sport-shhhh”

Ibram frowned, Uris seemed to be saying something about the transport, but with all the static it was hard to tell.

Is it the reason why none of my lasers are getting through?

He’d never heard of remote blocking technology, although a lot of technology and knowledge from the old days was lost, not only during the formation of the Empire, but during its collapse as well. With the state of chaos the galaxy was in, the various factions were also racing to develop new weapons and technology, anything that could give them an edge.

“If only we could tell the frakking others about it,” he cursed to himself.

Ibram continued chasing his opponent for a further five minutes before he finally got a decent missile lock. How, just as he was about to pull the trigger, the A-9 suddenly slowed and dived slightly, causing Ibram to overshoot.

“Frak!” He cried as he tried to bring his fighter about, but it was too late. The A-9 had already picked up his trail.

With superior speed and agility, the A-9 was more than a match for Ibram’s TIE Interceptor, especially with the VE modifications. Ibram was going to have to use every trick in the book just to stay alive.

In the meantime, he hoped someone managed to do something about that transport...

OOC:

There you guys. Remember, no matter what someone has said before you, just roll with it unless a superior steps in otherwise and straightens things out.

Personally, I'm not sure if the technology Uris describes exists in the SW universe, but since this is a non-canon exercise, we're just going to roll with it. Important updates to note are:

*Coms are now inoperable
* A-9's are being protected by some sort of remote laser jamming technology from the transport, although only Uris & Ibram have properly figured it out.

EDIT: After talking with Uris, I realise I misinterpreted what he's saying. He's hinting that the transport as some sort of shield generator inside it, that's projecting a strong shield around each individual A-9, that's stronger then normal fighter-strength shields (A-9's don't have shields anyway, as it turns out, but we'll gloss over that.)

Again, however, after talking with Doc, I don't think mobile shield projection around fast moving objects is possible, but again, we're going to role with it for now.

Updated notes:

* Coms are being jammed
* A-9's have a high strength shield being generated around them by the transport, that only missiles can get through at the moment. Only Uris, and partially Ibram have figured this out at the moment.

You guys also need to deal with your A-9 opponent before you even think about going for the transport, so let's get creative.

Feel free to write in any debris or environmentel features that may help, but again, keep it plausible.

Good work so far people.

Lining up the damaged A-9, Uris quickly gained a lock and fired off a missile, breaking upwards immediately after to avoid the powerful lasers raking where he had been seconds before. I only hope the rest of the squadron heard my message, Uris thought, we need a coordinated strike on that transport, but with the comm jam, we're no more than an armed mob. He smiled as he saw the damaged A-9 get destroyed, and set about looking for new targets. Suddenly, Uris remembered that when the fore of the transport turned away from the main dogfighting, -if only for a few seconds- the comm jam was lifted. If only he could bait the transport to turn away from the dogfight, the rest of the squadron would be able to organise.

Uris suddenly felt a shudder as the remnants of the damaged A-9 collided with his shield, bringing him back to himself. Uris angled his Tie towards the transport and fired a spread of laser fire at it, as  much to attract it's attention, as to hope damaging it. Completing a pass, Uris made another round, this time with more success. As Uris finished firing a missile at the transport, it began to turn, in order to fire on Uris with its powerful forward mounted lasers. Uris wasn't certain about how many degrees rotation the forward lasers had. During the battle the lasers hadn't moved more than 5 degrees in any direction, but Uris was certain that the transport would have at least 10 degrees in either direction. Staying on its starboard side, Uris constantly strafed the ship, steering clear of the four turbo lasers mounted on its side. Constantly weaving, constantly diving, though no more than 10 minutes passed, it seemed an eternity before Uris managed to coax the transport into a position sideways to the dogfighting. Come on guys, use the comm already! The transport will turn back any minute now! But surprisingly, the transport didn't turn back. Uris frowned, and ran a scan for life. Very few scans penetrated shields, but fortunately scans for life were not blocked by shields yet. His console beeped and the words on the screen read, “No life signs detected, Scan was unable to run properly. Please try again.” Uris's frown deepened as he preformed another dive to shake off some laser bolts, its either that I'm too old, or this transports too new, Uris thought, Or maybe this transport is crewed by droids? Unlikely but still a possibility...
A shudder ran through his Interceptor as some turbo lasers were blocked by the last of his shields. Red lights ran through his cockpit as half of his starboard wing was sheared off by a laser. Uris only had time to grab a kit he had prepared for times like this before hitting the eject button, sending him off into space.

Uris played dead for several minutes, breathing what oxygen was left in his suit,  making sure he was not a target before getting out an oxygen tank and mask. Instead of attaching the tank to his suit, Uris held it in-between his knees, using one hand to turn the valve and the other to hold the mask, strapping the kit to his chest. Letting out a burst off gas directed away from the transport, Uris managed to propel himself towards the transport at a high velocity because of the frictionless vacuum of space. He checked the time, and saw to his dismay that in 2 minutes, he would slip out into unconsciousness, not even his classic Mon Calimari ability to breath in a foreign atmospheres like space would be able to save him. In the course of one minute, Uris managed to propel himself to the sides of one of the turbo lasers, before attaching the oxygen tank to his suit, buying him an extra minute of time. Rummaging in his kit, Uris brought out a detonation pack and placed it where he judged the weakest point of the cabin to be. Climbing clear, he discharged the pack and climbed in, entered the airlock, past the floating corpses of human controllers -presumably dead from the vacuum of space-, and sealed it behind him, and breathing fresh air again. Any second now a security team will wonder why this turbo laser had stopped firing and send down a man to investigate... But Uris had a solution for that too. He brought out a standard issue DL-44 blaster pistol from his kit and primed it. Nothing happened for several minutes, Uris stood there, patiently waiting for security to come and investigate. The rest of the squadron must think I'm dead... Uris thought sullenly.
A plan was forming inside his head. If he could get to the engineering sector, he could sabotage the Comm Jammer, allowing himself and the squadron communication with each other. Uris was well equipped for such a task. He had stashed his  kit with large amounts of explosive, and some other nifty gadgets. He had just finished this thought when the door slid open...