"Yes, you can." He placed a reassuring hand on her arm, calling out:
"Neta, tell me your hunk of space metal has a turret!" 
"THROUGH THE HATCH IN THE COCKPIT! NOW MOVE!" Yerbol looked towards the cockpit for a moment before returning his gaze to his companion, eyes locking onto hers.
"We're going to make it. We're going to get to Korriban, we'll save who we can and live to fight another day, but we can't do that until we're out of here. Now come on, man the turret and I'll take the controls." 
"Yerbie, what do we do?" Janika called out from the map room slash meeting room slash command center. 
"Just get in the guest quarters and pray to the Force that we make it out of here!" He dashed towards the cockpit, sliding into the co-pilots chair to find an impassable blockade of Republic and Imperial destroyers, carriers and other massive ships of destruction, their turrets aimed towards the planet. Some of their fire, however, was being directed towards the ship.
"What do I do?"
"Shield generators down to sixty percent, reroute power from non-essential systems!" Yerbol shot out of the chair, looking over the switches with a wary eye before identifying the standard navy blue that indicated they were conduits for such things as the coffee maker, hot water heater and other such devices that weren't necessary for escaping death. He quickly flicked them in the off position when ship rocked violently to the left, nearly throwing the Knight off his feet. Neta let out a vehement curse before shouting:
"Left engine got clipped by...HUTT SLIME, THEY'VE GOT DUSTMAKERS! ARIA, BLAST THOSE SONS OF WHORES OUT OF THE SKY!" On his radar panel, Yerbol could see six blips rapidly closing in on the ship, aggressively swarming around them in a criss cross pattern. One of them fell behind the ship, alarm horns blaring a moment later.
"They've got a lock! Yerbol, let out the exhaust!" 
"What?"
"The BLOODY EXHAUST PANEL SWITCH! HIT IT!" Yerbol's wobbly hands pored over the control panel before finding one labeled "EXHAU", flicking it up. The ship whined in protest, then a sudden rush of what sounded like wind raced past them. 
"That should mess up their targeting systems for a moment!" She cackled gleefully as she pulled a half barrel roll to her right, avoiding an oncoming fighter before grinning.
"Well, kids, we've got an opening!" She pointed to their right, where two Republic destroyers were separating from one another, turning in opposite directions for reasons unknown. There was a sliver of space between the two ships which Yerbol spotted, but pointed out very quickly:
"Neta, that won't last for but about thirty seconds!" She briefly glanced at power readouts on her panel before grabbing the throttle with her right hand, pushing forward. 
"ARIA, YOU NEED TO KEEP THOSE SHIPS OFF OUR BACK! KEEP FIRING UNTIL WE HIT HYPERSPACE!" Yerbol gulped audibly.
"You're going to do a jump to hyperspace? While there are other ships around?" She shrugged nonchalantly as the ship sped forward, engines audibly crackling with energy.
"As long as our girl holds up on the turret, we should be golden!" She shouted once more:
"YOU HEAR THAT?! KEEP EM OFF US! HYPERSPACE JUMP IN THIRTY SECONDS!" 
Yerbol did what he could in the cockpit by ensuring all power was diverted to the hyperspace generators and not to-
"Ne...Neta..."
"I know." She held up her left hand, her index and middle fingers crossed. 
"We'll make it, sweetheart. I just know it." Yerbol looked down at the instrument readings, heart fluttering as he saw power from the shield generators slowly being diverted to the engines. They would have no cover. 

Just twenty seven seconds...twenty seven seconds. 

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"Sir, the rail guns and torpedoes are ready for deployment." Admiral Sulan grimaced. 
"I don't want to do this, Captain." Captain Juno shook her head, walking alongside of the older Admiral. 
"If we don't do this now, sir, our entire galaxy migh-" 
"I know of the consequences. I don't need a reminder of why we're out here." She nodded, staring ahead at the observatory window down at the planet below. A few moments of quiet passed over them, interrupted by a chirp on the Admiral's comm station just in front of him:
"Admiral, the Imperial fleet Admiral is now on the line." A gravely voice replaced the much chippier one:
"Admiral Sulan?"
"Yes, I'm here." 
"Our fleets are in position and ready to deploy all assets to bombard. I'm ready when you are." The Republic Admiral's lips pursed. 
"I don't feel right about this, Admiral."
"And I thought I was the only one." 
"You? You're hesitant to pull the trigger?"
"I'm a soldier, not a mass murderer. The Jedi were a threat to the Empire, but never once did I find that they deserved this kind of treatment. But we have our orders, don't we?" Sulan grunted in agreement. 
"We've been pushed to our limits, Sulan. If this is the cost for total peace...then so be it." The Imperial Admiral's words floated in the air, hanging. 
"What's your name, Admiral?" 
"Kingsley. Admiral Saul Kingsley." 
"Good. At least I know who I'm destroying an entire planet with." A soft chuckle from Kingsley.
"So is that our go-ahead? Or we are going to be moralizing the entire day?" Sulan looked to Juno, who nodded. 
"Commence the strike. And get that blasted ship in our custody. We don't need runaways."