Valana sped through the debris field as fast as she could without hitting something too big for her shields to handle. The Cutlass still steadily rocked as she forced her way through the smaller debris, leaving a trail of finely pulverized dust in her wake. Luckily it wasn't long before Jax's quadjumper came into view. The tug was moving surprisingly nimbly for what it's size, much like the Besalisk piloting it she thought, but she didn't take any time to appreciate Jax's piloting. Instead scanning the area around the tug for her quarry. Unlike the at least somewhat sleek profile of her Cutlass, TIEs were easy to spot visually a giant flying 'H' did not a stealth ship make. Expectedly it didn't take her but a few moments to spot one of the TIEs behind the tug, though the asteroids that were once Alderaan frequently obscured her sight of it. 

It wasn't much longer before she spotted the other two, on had already broken off, presumably to report to whatever ship they were operating out of. If he got a message to their homeship there would be little chance any of the [i]Swift Fortune[/i]'s crew would be leaving Alderaan's system in anything but bodybags or handcuffs. [color=ed1c24]"Caster, would you mop up the runner?"[/color] She trained her focus onto the TIE nearest to her as she spoke.

She turned on her targeting computer and hoped for a lock, at the same time setting her comms to an open channel. For a split second she considered her options, there was a chance she could hail the TIEs, and identify herself as an Imperial Deep Cover Operative. If she turned  her guns on Caster the TIE could report to base and they could have enough reinforcement to capture Vikargo and his crew. Maybe she'd get a chance to go back to her old way of life. She missed having servants, and frankly it was what she deserved. But Valana knew that was her being hopeful, a moment of uncharacteristic optimism. She let out a deep sigh at the revelation. Even if all of that went perfectly, odds were still strong she ends up spending the rest of her life in a tiny cell. Instead she chose to go with something perhaps a bit more useful in case word somehow got out, that would maybe stop the incident from being linked to the crew and herself in case that TIE did somehow get communication to other Imperial forces. She traded her typically Imperial tone for her best Alderaanian accent. [color=ed1c24]"Bail Organa sends his regards!"[/color]. As soon as the sentence left her lips she unleashed a volley of blue laser bolts at the nearest TIE.

Her eyes reflected a purple glow as she tracked the bolts heading towards her target. She ignored the target lock beep sounding from the ship's targeting computer indicating the concussion missile launcher had achieved target lock. The first two pairs of bolts went wide starboard and the third split the TIE's wing, it wasn't as lucky for the fourth however one bolt skimmed the starboard strut connecting the cockpit to the wing, a superficial hit, but the other tore into the TIEs' wing. The ship almost immediately lost control and went into a spin that was quite abruptly ended as it impacted with Bantha sized asteroid. The subsequent explosion was notable but not grandiose. Still Valana winced a little at the kill. Killing had never bothered her, she actually kinda enjoyed it if she was honest, but she'd never killed an Imperial before. She couldn't tell if it was compassion for a person she would have once counted amongst 'her people' or regret that this would in a way mark the official point of no return for her, but regardless she shook off the moment of doubt as quickly as it came.