Light it up like a fire in the night sky

[thespaceopera]

[As promised, Zhade calls you. He calls on the secret network, and only briefly; he's surrounded by sparks and static as his fingers fly across the keyboard, though none of this is seen. It's an urgent audio message.]

I found them! Whatever you did-- it woke them up enough that I could find them. I'm breaking through as we speak. Once I get a lock on, we have a limited-- [BZZZZTTTTT-crackPOP] -- ignore that-- a limited amount of time. The Marsiva's defenses are about to come down. Distract Atroma, fire at will, and I'll bring them home safe.

You hear me?

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven --

[There's the sound of a transporter firing up, and more furious typing and beeping from the consoles.]

Six! Five! Four! Three, two, ONE!

[And just like that, the invisible shields around the Marsiva fail. There's a frantic pause as Zhade checks to make sure everything's as it should be.]

Interceptors retrieved safely. Now light her up! You have just a few minutes, so go, go, go!

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(( ooc: This post is to serve as a "mingle" of sorts for any damage dealt to the Marsiva, any attempted investigations of the downed security, or any other coordination! Feel free to tag each other, play out any crew interactions related to the attack, or try to come up with your own plans! You ICly only have a few minutes, but OOCly the post will remain open. Hit 'em with your best shot, Fleet!! ))

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Tyrion Lannister - First Breath

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion really did not have to be told twice. From the deck of the First Breath, he accessed the laser cannon controls. He synced their shots on the Marvisa's engines and where he knew they had their own laser cannon.

He was only going to get three shots -- and he needed to make them count. Calculations were put in, targets were locked, and he jammed his finger down on the button to shoot.]