Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161007121441/@comment-17114085-20161010121120

The shuttle flew out of the hangar and into the empty space outside.

Mela headed to the cockpit, where she could see the battle unfolding outside. "Head straight for the enemy Dreadnaught." She told the pilot.

"General...are you sure?" The pilot asked. "Its a warzone out there, we will likely get blasted to bits."

Mela nodded. "Trust in the force. We'll make it through." she assured the pilot.

After a moment of hesitation, the pilot set their course.

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The Mandalorian bombers flew over the frigate and launched their first wave of proton torpedoes, while avoiding the turbolasers turrets that were firing at them. At such close range, the point-defense lasers were utterly useless, they didn't have enough time to lock onto the torpedoes and destroy them before impact.

After the 1st wave, the frigate's shields were nearly destroyed.

"Captain, the shields won't last another one of those waves." The shield technician told the frigate's captain.

"And our ship won't last long after they are depleted." The captain muttered. "Contact the Admiral, ask for aid!"

"He has asked that we hold on as best we can, he says fighters from the surface are on their way." The communications officer reported.

The captain grew silent. He knew they wouldn't last long enough for the starfighters to help. "Divert all power to the shields! Let's focus on defending the ship."