[h1][center]Big Blue[/center][/h1]

A few spins, and it was over, a few go arounds, and the fleet had fled, Wolf exhaled for the first time in hours, finally returning to base, it was a quick fight, most of the droids attacked him head on, so he just shot them out of the air, burning into nothing and exploding into red and orange.

The bigger ships went the same way, Wolf had been surprised by the ease of their attack, though apparently attacking from behind led to an easier assault, Wolf's eyes popped open and a look of disappointment went across his masked face. Yeah, attacking from behind leads to an easier assault, in other news, Naboo is green.

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P-011 was impressed, his men had taken out the enemy blockade so easily, even with an attack from the rear. He held a hand to his chin, stroking his beard.

"Claw, hull status?"

Claw pressed a few buttons on his computer, each making a loud noise like an oven as he pressed them.
"Relatively undamaged, though shields have taken a beating." P-011 rubbed his chin again, he had recently recieved new objectives, he was meant to leave the planet and assault a pirate base, he knew that they'd be funded by the Separatists, so they'd presumably be heavily armed. He continued to think for a second longer, he moved his hand from his chin and crossed his arms.
"Tell Thor to get the shields back up to one hundred percent fast, if they're not up by the time we reach the base, then why in the galaxy is he my First engineer?" Claw turned back, his face unchanged from it's usual, he nodded, pressing a few buttons, then his distorted voice came over the intercoms.
"Engineers, get shields to a hundred percent as soon as possible, we're going to need them."

P-011 nodded at this, running a hand over his chestplate to wipe it down from any dust.
"We fly to the new objective, immediately." Claw nodded, without turning to P-011, pushed a few buttons, and pulled a lever, and immediately, the shock of movement nearly knocked P-011 from his feet. His legs spread to keep his center of balance below him, but after a few seconds the shock no longer bothered him. Pronto, who had been sitting in the far corner of the room, chimed in.

"Why are we going so slow?" Claw chuckled at that statement, continuing his work.
"Because using hyperdrive too often leads to heavy fuel consumption, and it's only a few seconds away." Pronto seemed happy with that response, and returned to lounging.

After a few seconds of travel, they arrived at the starbase, a thin structure with a few rings surrounding it, it seemed to be colored brown, though P-011 assumed that was due to the strain of solar flares and the such, and that section of black paint on one of the rings seemed to suggest the radiation of space had caused the paint to flake off, normally, they had shields to stop that, if not, the original owners of the station would send out maintenance men to repaint it, but these pirates seemed not to care.

P-011 immediately noticed a flash of light blue around the station, which immediately dissipated after a second, and one of the windows to the inner sections went dark. They had limited power, he guessed, and the flaking paint was the result of keeping the shields off to keep the inner parts from being without power, he'd assumed CIS funding could do better, but apparently not. In any case, that blue flash was the shields, which meant that they'd been noticed. P-011 sighed, it couldn't have just been easy could it?

"All hands! Battle stations!" Claw came over the intercom, yelling at the top of his lungs. P-011 thought for one last minute, before informing Claw of his strategy.
"Send all bombing squads from the closest hangars to the front, don't mix fighters in, I want just bombers, they can't get all of them, if any fighters leave the enemy station, tell the bombers to avoid them at all costs, focus on the station.After the bombers reach the station, launch the fighters, all fighters will focus on the enemy fighters, which will have turned towards their own station to defend it, meaning we'll be able to attack from behind. After the shields are down, use our orbital bombardment weaponry to bomb that base into the stone age." Claw repeated almost word-for-word into the intercom, and through the bridge window, P-011 could see a swath of white bombers flying towards the base.

After a few seconds, explosions began to pop out over the landscape, the small explosions of bombers getting destroyed, and the larger ones of the bombing runs hitting their targets, with every hit, the shield became visible, before fading away again. A wave of fighters left the ship, travelling towards the station, and enemy ships began to be added to the body count. More and more orange circles appeared over the area, but P-011 focused all his attention on the enemy station, and after a few more explosions, the blue shield stopped showing up, shields had been knocked out, at what cost would be determined later.

"Fire orbital bombardment weaponry." P-011 ordered, but Pronto let out a yelp, and yelled from behind P-011 concernedly.
"But our men are still near the station!" P-011 was unhappy with Pronto's outburst.
"Then they'd better move, Claw! Fire!" Claw lifted a hand, throwing it down on the control panel, immediately a large amount of huge bolts left the ship's cannons, each with power enough to destroy a small town. They traveled quickly across the landscape, and then they hit, an eruption of orange and yellow followed, the bridge immediately dimmed in comparison to the fireball of monstrous size before them. One of the rings connected to the station fell away slowly, as the support beams connecting it to the ship melted under the intense heat. The station lurched one more time, before an even larger fireball exploded from it, and all P-011 could see was a sea of orange and yellow.

After all the ships still out returned to Big Blue, P-011 asked to hear the casualties. Claw returned to the room fuming.
"I pushed the button, I did it so you wouldn't fire me, and now look what's happened!" He threw his blaster from it's holster into a wall. P-011 was confused, and angrily asked Claw what had happened. Claw stared angrily for a second before yelling out the problem.
"Near seventy percent casualties!" P-011 seemed confused.
"We succeeded, that's good enough for me." Claw threw himself sideways, clenching his hand into a fist.
"Yes we succeeded, but what of the next battle?" P-011 chuckled.
"Wolf'll just get me more men." Claw walked up to the captain, then turned away and punched a wall.
"WOLF IS DEAD!" Now P-011 got the problem.
"WOLF DIED BECAUSE OF YOUR ORDERS! NOW WHAT?! HUH?! GREAT STRATEGIST?!" P-011 looked on, his body posture closed off and his face a cold frown.
"Now, we return, and replace the lost."