Mon Calamari's Open Orbit

The trio of ships under Jacques command crowded around one another trying to overlap their dwindling shields. They sat like a tiny island in an ocean of Imperial ships. Out manned and out gunned he had tried to rouse some sort of defense of the planet but that had failed. It was all he could do to keep his ships from being destroyed by the onslaught. What few fighters still remained flew in around larger ships trying and failing to out maneuver the Imperial fighters. On the bridge of The Vagabond Jacques rubbed his fingers an ancient clay pipe he held between his fingers. Although not a smoking man it did bring him comfort in times of great stress, and there hadn't been any more stressful times than this. There was nothing more they could do here except escape and maybe fight another day. Blinking away the terror that gripped his heart Jacques keyed the flotilla wide communicator.

Attention all hands, this is Commodore Hu speaking. I know that the fires of hatred burn bright in your hearts for our Imperial foes and you want to lash out at the enemy until your dying breath. I know I do. Pausing for a moment he gathered his thoughts before forming them into words he hoped would inspire them. It is safe to say they will burn in the deepest pits of hell for the atrocities they have committed against the galaxy. Looking at the faces of the bridge crew around him he saw all of them looking towards him. All of them not feeling hatred but fear. His words were not working All of us have lost someone to this foe, be it a friend, a wing mate or a loved one. Each of them will be another nail that will someday be used nail the coffin shut on this Empire when the time comes. That day is not today, we cant stop them here. The Galactic Alliance was not prepared for this. We need to focus on our emotions and not let them rule us, and do as our Jedi allies do. As they say there is no emotion there is peace. And every shot you take, every plasma bolt should be fired with the hopes for peace.

He paused, knowing that his words were becoming a speech. Again. Twice in one day was unprecedented and unused to giving them his words showed the truth of that. Looking at the crew now though it seemed that some part of the message had gotten through, those who had shown their emotions now tried to hide them. They would not lose themselves to their fears today. They have won this battle, but we can still get out of here or die trying. We need to move together, target this ship Sending a target to all recipients they received a ship on the edge of their lines. A ship with interdictor field. If we can get away we can make them pay for all the deaths they have caused but to stay here perish at their hands would be folly.

Cutting himself off before he could stumble over his own words or say something foolish he thumbed the activator off in the process noticing that he had sent it fleet wide. No time to think about that now. Maybe any who were still alive would find their way into their escape. The engines of the three ships flared to life once more as the trio made their way towards the Imperial line. Their fighters and point defense doing their best holding off attempts to disable the engines. The Vagabond began to warm up their ship to ship guns noticing a small drain on their shields as they did so depending on the two Bothans alongside it to make up for the lost power.

Two of the remaining E-Wing wings were dispatched ahead towards the interdictor in a bid to soften the enemy up before the main firepower arrived.