6 Nal Raka Criminal Empire I (2/2)

With this response, he only got a troubled glance from Panaka.

The two of them would make their appearance into the Hangar which had several N-1 Naboo Starfighters. It was one of Valad's favorite fighters, though he wished they had hyperdrive capabilities. Though it was possible with some modifications.

”I see that you like you see?” Panaka saw the sparks and glistening expression within the man he had met, he could only help but chuckle at Valad's infatuation with the fighters. ”I am going to assume you're going to want one for yourself?”

”Can I get it in blue or black?” Obviously he had something against the shiny mustard yellow.

Panaka just shook his head and gave a brief snicker, ”I'll think about it.”

With that the two of them walked over to where a pair of fighters were being prepped by some maintenance members of the Royal Security Force. ”Captain and…” The maintenance officer pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the new comer.

”Valad. Just Valad.” He waved off any sort of title.

”He's the Lord of House Katsure,” Panaka seemed to proudly announce, ”Acting Bodyguard of our Highness. He has asked to be trained to pilot an N-1 Fighter to be of further use to the Royal Forces during his Stay.”

It was as if bringing some merit to himself, privately training a personal Bodyguard of the Queen. Since it was technically his role in the first place to train her protectors, most of them simply accepted the explanation they didn't ask for. Though what made them furrow their brows was the fact that he was being a little bit more social-able than ever before.

…

Two N-1 Naboo Star Fighters were loaded with munitions, Astromech Droids being installed in the back. Standing beside his fighter he stared at the silver and blue dome which was whistling about, as if scolding Valad for taking so long to get into the pilot.

With a soft chuckle, Valad climbed the ladder and into the cockpit and closed it shut with a push of a button. Hearing a few chirps, his eyes rolled slightly hearing the R2 unit speak.

”You know the plan.” A commlink spoke from the dashboard, it was Panaka's voice.

”Intercept Borvos at the Hill. Take'em out.” Flicking multiple switches, the fighter's engines would begin to prime. The satisfying hum reached his ears and Valad's grin grew ear to ear as he switched off autopilot, much to R2's disapproving screams.

Almost like a car doing a burn out, the backside of his fighter swerved as he got into position and accelerated out of the hangar and towards the sky. He was soon followed by Panaka who was quickly catching up to his 'student.'

Opening navigation, he stared at the GPS mini-map in the corner of his eye. He was going directly for Borvos' actual location which was mid-way to the island.

He was flying low abnormally low, avoiding any form of radar which would pick him up. He wanted to avoid getting caught before he wanted to be seen. On the other hand Panaka was flying a few meters above him a few paces back.

They'd be flying for about thirt minutes at high speed until they came up on a vessel which had been avoiding the security net across the planet. It was Borvos and his ship.

…

Staring out the portside, the Hutt's eyes narrowed on the two yellow and silver fighters coming towards them. One of his aides walked over and whispered into his ear, causing the Hutt to bellow.

The ship had tried to contact the incoming security forces, yet they weren't returning their hails, if anything they just started approaching faster.

”They can't possibly think they're any ma–” He was caught off guard by the sudden sound of proton torpedoes being launched towards the bridge. ”SHIELDS SHIE–Æ!” A barrage torpedoes smashed against the lightly shielded craft as the shields hadn't fully raised yet.

A cascade reaction occurred, damaging many of the internal tools for navigating the vessel. ”We've lost navigation! We're unable to control the landing!” One of the pilots shouted.

”Shields are full, we'll–” The sound of the starfighters could be heard opening fire. Green bolts of energy rippled across the bridge's shielding. Concentrated in two single areas as they were approaching.

”Return fire!” Borvo Screamed at his underlings.

”We can't! They knocked out the weapons array with their proton torpedoes!” The weapons officer exclaimed in dismay, attempting to leave the bridge to bail out of the vessel, but was shot immediately for leaving his post.

”Tyché! I need you to get us out of here!” He yelled at his pilot, who looked over at him with a puzzled expression. What in the hell did he expect her to do? They lost control of the ship!

If they were to eject the cockpit module they'd be leaving themselves open for attack and possible elimination. Especially since the star fighters were focusing on the cockpit itself.

The blast slugg's arm stretched past and smacked down the ejection button. Suddenly the module would escape from the rest of the vessel and smash into the nearby island which was his hidden base.

They watched as the two starfighters flew low overhead as they fled from the module. They could see the two of them peal apart in the air and come back towards them readying for a strafing run.

”…” The Hutt simply stared, they were too far away from the buildings to get into cover and the module was definitely not going to withstand more than a few runs. ”We're finished…” His stubby hands held onto the edges of his mouth as if he were going to eat his fingers.

Tyché however slowly began to back away from the hutt before running towards the module to take cover once she was out of his range of grasp.

”H-hey!” The Hutt noticed her running away, reached out, but couldn't catch up to her. That's when he heard the screeching of the blaster cannons of the fighters. The Crime Lord's eyes closed on instinct moments before he was torn apart by the green blasts of energy.

”Preparing for Bombing ru–”

Valad cut him off when Panaka was about to say he was going to bombard the base. Though there were plenty of thugs there, there was also plenty of weapons and slaves. ”You wanted a military, right?”

Panaka paused as he thought about what he was suggesting and nodded lightly. ”Lets pick'em off as they come out!” As a pair of fighters, they moved together, leveling themselves out as they flew only meters off the ground; ready to open fire on the thugs that began firing at them during their approach.