"Whoo-hoo!" Cat calls out as Eritram skewers the AT-ST. "What a shot!" She leans over and gives Eritram a kiss on the side of the head.

"You're such a stud." She loops the B-wing around, giving her partner time to take any more shots he feels are needed as she checks to make sure the Lambda and the Dagger get out safely.

The inner Eritram cheers as his torpedo hits his mark incredibly accurate. He tries to play it cool though - until Cal's outburst.

"Th..thanks, Cat." is all he manages to stutter.

I am so going to pay her a drink when we get home safely

A few more torpedoes and laser blasts and the Imperial outpost is in no shape to do much of anything except get written off as a total loss. The Lambda and B-Wing take to the sky without any further trouble, the Dagger following in the rush of freighters evacuating the settlement.

Aurelia is still tuning the shuttle's systems so it doesn't fly itself to pieces under Mandall's yoke. Jorm watches the system traffic for any sign that they're being followed or tracked, but their escape appears to be a clean one.

The husband, who introduces himself as Qi, is overjoyed to learn his family's on the Dagger.

One shuttle down, one to go.

Mandall eases the shuttle back into something approaching normal flight, then takes a deep breath.

"Well, that was fun. Let's do it again!"

"No, thank you, Eritram," Calsera says. "You made success here possible.

Moments later, they are blasting away from the planet's surface with the shuttle in their wake. Once out near the moon, they wait for the Dagger to catch up before entering hyperspace.

Sword of Alderaan
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The Dagger, B-Wing, and Imperial shuttle coast into the Sword's hangar and are immediately swarmed by deck crew and droids attaching refueling lines and diagnostic pods. The landing ramps set down with a thump and the aroma of engine grease mixed with recycled sweat filters into the spacecraft interiors.

Jorm checks the maintenance logs and sees that there are 3 Y-Wings, 3 X-Wings, and an A-Wing ready for action. The Sith Eater is still listed as being on an operation.

Boots thudding on the ramp as he exits the shuttle, Jorm is busy scanning the data pad in his hand as he shouts to the techs.

"Make sure there aren't any tracers and that the transponder codes are clean and haven't been flagged in any Imp databases. Also, there is a very irate mechanic named Brogan in one of the containers marked 'Fertilizer'. "

After scanning the datapad, he says to the assembled Vandals "Looks like we have 3 Slugs, 3 Flyboys and a SpeedDemon on deck in addition to our ships."

"Any ideas as to how we get our next shut--" He pauses, turns around and heads back up the ramp.

Landing back on the Sword, Calsera pops the canopy and vaults out like she's spring-loaded. She lands gracefully in a Catwoman crouch, then rises and strolls over to Jorm. "What we got available? Y-Wing: too slow. A-wing: underpowered. I'd say either an X-wing or stick with the B for me."

Cat pauses to consider for the moment. "Perhaps we can catch the next one in-flight. Any way we can get ahold of some flight plans and nab one in transit?"

"I'm on it," shouts Jorm as he disappears into the shuttle at the top of the ramp.

Eritram climbs out of the B-Wing, stretching when as he hits the deck.

"Just make sure I get something with punch, Jorm!", is all he adds to the ship-master.

I'll let the others make the plans. Worked just fine with the first shuttle.

After all, all I do is shoot things.

Clomping down the ramp again, this time with the Imperial shipping schedules on his datapad, Jorm says, "Let's see what use we can made of this."

Mandall exits the shuttle in a triumphant pose.

"Booze! Women! Anything that'll piss the brass off, I'm here to take it!"

Aurelia tells her three...refugees...to stay in her quarters while she sorts their presence out with command. She's been too busy working on the Dagger and their lifted shuttle to mind their occupation of her seldom-used living quarters, but it does need to get dealt with.

She heads off the ship back into the welcoming scent of a maintence bay, looking for something resembling a sympathetic officer.

Aurelia hunts down a white-suited Mon Calamari and begins to brief him on the farm family.

"Farmers, you say? All right, I'll have some men down to escort them to some temporary quarters," Lt. Toklor says. "We'll debrief them, find out if they can tell us anything more about what the Empire's got running on Tanteldra. Good work, Connroy."

Mandall nips off to find a quick drink in 303A13, and although he accomplishes his mission, the common area is devoid of activity. Everyone's out doing something.

Elsewhere, Jorm and Dutch go over the manifests ripped from the shuttle's databanks. Chief Brogan is bound and put in the brig for interrogation.

Captain Kolit's voice comes across on Dutch's comlink. "Tragen, give me a sitrep. Where have you been, what have you done, and where are you on getting that second shuttle? Our window for this op is getting smaller."

Jorm glances up from his reports at the sound of Captain Kolit's voice. "Sounds like he's in a good mood. What do you think of hitting the Anoat shuttle, sir?"

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Captain Kolit's voice comes across on Dutch's comlink. "Tragen, give me a sitrep. Where have you been, what have you done, and where are you on getting that second shuttle? Our window for this op is getting smaller."

"Hit and Imperial Base on Tanteldra and managed to procure a Shuttle plus three civilians and one pissed off Imperial Officer going by the name Brogan. Shuttle's in good condition and after some digging, we've possibly found another en route to Anoat."

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Jorm glances up from his reports at the sound of Captain Kolit's voice. "Sounds like he's in a good mood. What do you think of hitting the Anoat shuttle, sir?"

"Crapshoot at best, but that's still better odds than most of our missions."

"All right. Get refueled, get out, and get that second shuttle. Happy hunting."

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"All right. Get refueled, get out, and get that second shuttle. Happy hunting."

"Understood. Tragen out."

"Deck officer!" screams Dutch to the OIC.

Lt. Toklor jogs over. "What do you need?"