Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:34 pm by Nem Yin
*Slippery though the Fool's Justice may be, the actions of the yorik-et squadron that hounded after them were admirably precise. It was the kind of polished flying one would expect from droid starfighters, flawlessly exact and suspiciously coordinated. The Yammosk, let's call her Betty, coordinated the small force without issue.* *Being used to controlling an entire brood, a single squadron was a simple task. Each and everyone of the pilots minds were suitably malleable, making Betty's invasion of their thoughts smooth and without conflict.* *Because of this what would have normally been a long sloppy hunt was instead a rapid advancement on the enemy's position. As they moved, the lead yorik-et began to close the distance between one another. Meters quickly became centimeters of distance, until one organic craft was right above and right beside another. Slender arrest tentacles emerged from each ship, latching on to their extended twins and actually binding the starfighters together. Two starfighters side by side, with a matching two directly beneath them, until four individual masses became one larger mass.*
*This sort of maneuver would have been extremely dangerous even outside of an asteroid field. It was only through Betty that the pilots were able to achieve enough unity and precision to lock their starfighters together.* *Eight of the pilots performed this feat, creating two of these temporarily joined quad yorik-et. Through the Yammosk's influence, the dovin basals on each starfighter pooled together, speeding them along after the Fool's Justice and preparing to switch from propulsion to defense.* *Bonded as they were, the void singularities they used for defense would actually join and project a unified shield wall in front of them.*
*As for the remaining four yorik-et, they had not remained idle as this was occurring. They flew behind the two yorik-et bundles, two to a quad, closing on the Corvette that seemed to be taking evasive actions. Like a hunter stalking its prey, they followed after, jerking and jinking in the ways only one could do when their ships did not rely on ion engine based propulsion. Both groups closed in on the Fool's Justice, coming within a hundred meters of its starboard and port side. Yet now that the ship was in firing range of their own yaret-kor, oddly enough they did not open fire. Instead, each pairing of two yorik-et hiding behind the bonded groups of four began to visual seek out asteroids roughly five meters wide or long that were within that hundred meter distance between the starfighter squadron and the Corvette.*
*Prepare yourself, Fool's Justice. These hunters are about to spring on their slippery prey, in a most peculiar way.*
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*Meanwhile, the bridge crew of the Praetorite Command watched as the enemy destroyers drifted closer to the field. Alith's brow rose, visibly expressing his intrigued state of mind. He crossed his arms over his chest and bared his teeth, hissing through the filed incisors in a most unpleasant manner.*
"They are closing, Commander." *Said the Subcommander with a troubled expression fixed on his face. It wasn't fear, since battle and death were a regular part of Yuuzhan Vong society. It was apprehension.* *He had a good idea why the infidels were attempting such a maneuver.*
IC: *In Yuuzhan Vong* "I have eyes, cretin, and even though they are borrowed I can still see as well as you. Better even, so do not pester my ear by stating the obvious. They attempt to position their abomination weapons in firing range of us, as though it will accomplish them any good."
"Shall I attempt to move us out of range, Commander?"
*A wise and frustrating tactic. For every step towards the field the enemy ships took, the Miid ro'ik could equally take a step deeper into the field, thus thwarting the infidels efforts. Granted, it was slightly more difficult for the organic warship to move within the field given the nature of the debris that surrounded them. The dovin basals, which were currently tasked with creating a gravitational field that repelled the asteroids, would have to focus on both movement and sifting. Which was fine when they had the time to do so, but dangerous in a combat scenario where the dovin basals were also needed for use as shields.*
IC: *In Yuuzhan Vong* "No, that will be unnecessary. The field itself serves as a barrier between the Praetorite Command and the infidel's weapons. Their shots will be strained to reach us, and even if they do, the debris will soak up much of their potency. Our dovin basals will easily dissolve what little remains." *He sneered cruelly.* "They offer us flee bites, nothing more."
*Tactically sound. There were still more than enough dovin basals on their stern side facing the enemy to create singularities to swallow up turbolaser fire, leaving the more numerous assortment of dovin basals along their port and starboard side to keep away debris. As they were not moving, the bow end of the Miid ro'ik had essentially wookiee all to do, with it being faced deeper into the field with nothing of note ahead of it.*
IC: *In Yuuzhan Vong* "Still, perhaps I feel inclined to scratch. Have Betty's tenders prepare to synchronize the dovin basals along our dorsal and ventral sides. If the infidels attempt to clear the field by turning it into a firing range, we will use the gaps they create to return the favor."
*The Subcommander bowed and began to make the necessary preparations. The dovin basals on the stern end waited on standby, preparing to create singularities in the event that they were fired upon by the two destroyers. The dovin basals along the port and starboard side continued their efforts at holding the field at bay, feeling an increase in strain as they kept up the effort. Meanwhile, meters beyond the bow, dovin basals began to focus on two asteroids, each roughly about the size of a medium freighter (40-50 meters in diameter). Teams of dovin basals drew the asteroids in, one hanging above the bow (dorsal), the other below (ventral). A thirteen meter gap separated each space rock from the surface of the Praetorite Command's hull.*
*And then they waited.*
