[center][h2]Bluddflagg’s Freebooterz[/h2]Aboard[h1]Da Eskape Plan[/h1]In[h3]Da Coruscant System[/h3][/center]

“Dat’s it. Dat’s it. Come on ya gits!” Kaptin Bluddflagg bellowed as the replicator fighters got closer, closer, and then broke into a “Waaaaaargh!” as they got into actual firing range. The already thunderous sound of the ship’s guns echoing through its hull went into overdrive as orks and gretching squeezed or hammered triggers harder, which against all logic did actually increase the fire rate/power of their turrets, at last where it didn’t cause critical overloads, overheats, or ammo detonations.

Shells, bullets, bolts, dumbfire rockets and even the odd laser flew fourth into the void, most of them going wide, but a few actually managed to scratch the fighters. But only scratched, lightly softening up but not actually taking out any of the foes. Those things were tough as they were fast, it seemed, which would have made this way more of a fight than their size would have indicated.

Would being the key word there, as rather than engage, the fighters that had gotten close enough to actually take orkish fire simply continued onwards towards their original targets, either disinterested in, or perhaps even incapable of, changing targets.

The cry of “Waaargh” that had been going on since the start of the brief engagement window property pestered out into a bewildered “whaaaaaat?” as the orks became very confused at being ignored. Being denied a good fight was bound to cause an upset in the boys, so their Kaptin was quick to get ahead of their bellyaching by bellowing “Dy ain’t getting away from a stomping dat easy” as he turned the ship around so they could go after the fighters.

It was a rather slow turn unfortunately, as orkish ships were not known for their turning circles, which gave the kaptin a little bit of time to survey the space around the planet they’d been dumped besides, one hand on the wheel, the other scanning the skies with his spyglass. 

There certainly seemed to be a diverse array of ships out there currently about to come under attack, but one that stood out was the one surrounding itself in a bright cream energy shield. Given that he’d just been told theirs would not work, that was rather confounding, but given that he trusted his first mate’s word, that could only mean that “day got non warppy shield stuff”

Something they very much needed to loot, in the captain’s mind. Speaking of looting, that same ship seemed to have sent a number of tiny ships towards a debris field of sorts, one filled with a fair number of small (in the orks mind anyway) ships. 

“Hmmf, if dey fink dey is gonna get all da loots, day got another ting commmin” he grunted, mostly to himself. He certainly wouldn't be having none of that, because if there was one thing freebootas liked more than scrapping it was plundering

“Alright lads, we’z gonna take a wee bit of a detour to get some lootin in while we scrapping” he announced as he halted his turn after the fighters a tad early and angled them so they’d pass by the debris field on the way to the shielded ship. Then he flicked open a large hatch on his steering wheel, exposing an equally large red button, and without hesitation, slammed a fist into it. Doing so prompted a massive warhorn to go off, prompting raucous cries of delight down in the engine room as barrels of nitro were hoisted up and poured into ports on the engines, causing the incoherent array of them out the back of the ship to burn blue as the ship blazed forwards, accompanied by chants of “ere we go! ere we go! ere we go!”

As it raced towards the debris field more orders came barkin down from on high, prompting a number of ork lootaboy, a pair of flash gits, and a single mekboy to herd a whole pile of tool belt wearing gretchin into strange contraptions, before promptly sealing both themselves and the gretchin inside. A few seconds after that the ship got as close to the debris field as it was going to get, at which point there came the command of “fire!” from the Kaptain, and the ship promptly launched a volley of torpedoes at the already disabled vessels.

Naturally, these torpedoes contained not explosive , or not many anyway, but instead those same orks and gretchin who when roaring/screaming through space before slamming into the side of one of the vindicator class ships, into which the greenskins flooded. Well, except for one unfortunate lot who’s boarding torpedo sailed onwards into the void thanks to the wonders of orkish accuracy.

Those that made it were there to loot and plunder, and specifically there to figure out what was worth stealing wholesale by the time Da Eskape Plan wheeled back around to pick them up. Said ship would not be stopping to loot while there was fighting going on, and it instead continued onwards, its captain smoothly sending it to go careening towards where the Kuun-lan and the trio of fighters headed for it were about to clash, intending to do a rather close flyby, guns blazing, of that battle. 

With any luck for the orks, they’d arrive in time to get some scrapping in. 

With any luck for the Kuun-lan, said scrapping would not involve too many friendly fire incidents from the accuracy impaired orks.