It was chaos in the monitoring station, the supervisor shouted orders about readying the fighters while one of the comms officers, a balding human male called Thaan Benner, in contact with the Enforcer tried to get her attention. A brief “Handle it.” Gave Thaan free reign to notify the Enforcer of the situation. [i]“Their crew has been separated. Two of which were being brought onto the station for questioning. Then Troopers were suddenly being attacked on the ship. A handful have been killed or injured. We aren’t sure how many are in on this, but whatever the case, they are good and- ” [/i] He tried to finish the sentence as the message of So’lid was being relayed in the monitoring station: [i]“If that is all you have, I suggest giving up. ” “W-well armed we presu-“ [/i] Thaan noticed the comms line had ended and immediately after heard that the Enforcer was sharply changing course towards the Milano. He leaned back into his chair, shutting out the chaos of the command room and looking towards the projection on the screen. He tugged on his ill-fitting First Order uniform while muttering a curse under his breath. [i]“I liked it more when we were still an independent mining station.”[/i] --- Tr’ann Dasheer was trying to make sense of the eruption of commands coming from the station. He had been through this before, it made him wish he could turn off comms with the station, but he would get fired for that. His years here as a contractor were a form of early pension for a man in his profession. Or so he thought, before members of the team he was ought to protect started dying from blasterfire. Tr’ann felt a familiar rush take hold of him as he was thinking of the ship layout and how to best direct the reinforcements that were thundering through the boarding ramp. His planning was roughly disturbed by a message going over the ships intercom: [i]"Kaptain, Kruss: Fixer here. Gonna make this sweetie get out clone-wars-style and blow off anyone's head that happens to interfere: I'll accept your ammends to the plan for zze next five zeconds: fife, four, zree..."[/i] Tr’ann first frowned in disbelief before his eyes went to Jacque as to encourage him to bring the droid to reason. His hope was thrown into hyperspace however as Jacque shouted: [b][i]"GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE FIXER!"[/i][/b] And he saw the human come into action with a surprising speed. Tr’ann’s blaster was still fixed on the doorway when Jacque came into action and he tried to swing it around while squeezing the trigger. Only to have it come to a violent halt against Jacque’s hand. The sound of blasterfire impacts in the room almost drowned out the: [i]“Tchu”[/i] That could be heard over the ships intercom, he missed any further counting, if there was any, due to the sound of his own, high-pitched outcry as Jacques knee went into his groin. It folded Tr’ann folded over in sheer agony as the ship started moving under him. Before he hit the ground he thought of the bastard that had recommended him this station. --- The Supervisor was suddenly silenced while one of her officers shouted in panic: [i]“Weapons have locked onto us ma’am!” “Fire the ion can-“ [/i] Would have been her reply if the holoprojection of the Milano hadn’t flared up that instant only to have the entire room go dark right after. In the command room red lighting came online the second normal lighting failed. It was followed by the sound of twisting plasteel that reached a crescendo as the holoprojection came back on and showed the docking tunnel snapping with a loud crack. The supervisor watched it with disbelief. Not only because of the Stormtroopers that were sucked out of the broken end of the tunnel into space or for the Enforcer, that was being dragged along as the Milano was catching speed. But also because of the absence of clear blue projectiles being fired after the Milano. [i]“I said fire the ion cannons!”[/i] she blurted out aggressively, but things remained silent, she looked around in quick, frantic movements until her gaze fell upon Hulpa, who was shaking her head in front of the console. [i]“The battery team isn’t responding ma’am, were getting reports of an explosive impact there. Possibly a concussive charge…”[/i] The Supervisors head and shoulders slumped, as she ordered the TIE’s to be send out with an annoyed order. --- In the Hangar bay FR-11987 was manually restarting his antiquated TIE fighter from inside the cockpit as several of the maintenance crew where trying to do affect the process from the outside. 6 TIE-fighters were lined up, FR-11987’s was the one farthest away from the Ion impact. [i]“Come on!”[/i] He shouted as he tried some percussive maintenance measures on the targeting display. He repeatedly tried to same procedure of punching the display, while violently bashing in the ignition button, only coming to effect on the 7th try. [i]“Yes Baby!, FR-11987 back online!”[/i] He blurted into the comms that he had opened halfway through the sentence. Raising a thumb to the maintenance crew outside his cockpit. Several other TIE’s where now starting as the Milano flew out towards the asteroid field with the Enforcer in tow.