""We're taking fire! We've lost our escort and fighters, and our deflec.BZZG...ZGT"" came the broken voice over the radio. Up ahead Captain Woodat saw the source of the frantic cries. Amidst a green and red birdcage of fire was a Nebulon B. The ship was listing slightly and blaster fire was streaming down its sides. The hangar was open and explosions were pouring forth as wrecked ships crackled and burned on its landing pad. In front of it lay the nebulon's tormentor: A carrack carrier ship. The nebulon shook as volley after volley of turbolaser fire flew from the carrack's forward cannons and pounded what remained of the neb's deflectors and armour. TIE fighters, deprived of any further X-wings, instead danced back and forth over the stricken ship, adding withering blaster fire and dodging the nebulon's top turrets, which were unable to bring their fire down on the carrack.
Woodat fired up the engines and altered course towards the fray. He had been traveling to assist another nebulon that was engaged in a similar combat, but it had fallen before he was able to arrive. Fortunately though it hadn't gone down without taking a carrack and a lancer with it. And as that thought passed through his through his head, another lancer started emerging out of the blackness of space. It too had smelled blood in the water and was now taking up position behind the carrack to lay into the nebulon.
Pushing his engines harder, Woodat gave the order to his guncrew to take out the lancer first. The nebulon was lost, it was obvious, but Woodat hoped that it would hold out long enough to get him in position. His single functional turbolaser battery was mounted below his ship, as was the lancer's. If he could get himself above the lancer and behind the carrack, he'd be out of fire of either of their capital ship weapons.
Luck was on Woodat's side. As he pushed across the battlefield neither of the capital ships diverted their attention. Several TIEs diverted their attack towards his ship, but Woodat's gunners started giving them trouble as soon as they arrived. As he pushed his ship higher and further forward he brought his blockade runner over the lancer just as the nebulon imploded.
"FIRE!" Ordered Captain Woodat, though his gun commander hardly waited for the order. Turbolaser bolts blasted forth from under the runner, striking squarely in the back of the lancer. The carrack, so focused on its earlier fight with the nebulon, now found itself nearly out of the fray entirely as Woodat had positioned the lancer between them. It'd take a good minute for the carrier to fire up its engines and come about; a minute the runner desperately needed if it had any hope of surviving.
The lancer too realised its terrible position and started changing course. several more shots crackled off its hull as it focused its blaster batteries on Woodat's runner. The carrack's anti-aircraft blasters also were streaming towards the corvette, though with the lancer between them they were having a hard time contacting his ship. Though meant to be anti-fighter weaponry, the mass of blasters coupled with the additional blasters from the TIE fighters were slowly withering away at Woodat's deflector shields and armour.
"Alright men. I want you to break into two groups" came Woodat's voice over intercom. "We only have a slim chance, so everyone must help. I want engineers to get to the generators and start repairing immediately. Keep this ship running, I don't care how!
Second group, take assault weapons and board using our escape pods. I want you to knock out the bridge crew on that carrier. NOW MOVE!"
As Woodat said these words the lancer fired a single turbolaser volley into the blockade runner's side. The imperial destroyer had managed to get itself into a proper firing arc, but too late. Returning fire, Woodat's gun commander placed another shot into the centre of the lancer, breaking the ship into pieces as the turbolaser blast blew apart the ship's engines. A few cheers of cry came from Woodat's crew as the gunner reported the destruction of the enemy lancer, but were quickly silenced by another order from Woodat to repair. With his shields now down to a third of their full strength, Woodat turned towards the carrack. it was nearly turned around and if he didn't move across the back of it and behind it again, it would decimate the runner with its forward mounted turbolasers. The heavy stream of blaster fire continued to rake his ship, with the repair crews struggling to keep the thing intact.
As the runner pushed back over the carrier Woodat's gun commander began planting shots across the ship's back. Unfortunately, the carrack, larger and with a bigger crew compliment, was keeping its deflectors up dispite the barrage it was receiving. To make matters worse the runner was still experiencing withering fire from the TIEs. The fighter-gunners could only cover the top and sides, and the TIE pilots knew this. They kept up their runs from below, turning away before they entered the firing arcs of his gunners.
Seeing this, Woodat turned his ship in line with the carrack and pushed his ship at full speed towards the carrier's flat back. Pulling his ship in right above and behind the imperial one, Woodat began using it as a screen from below. With the carrack blocking the lower section, the TIEs were again forced to attack from above. This gave the runner time as the gun crew started breaking up their attacks and keeping them from making attack runs. What's more, with his ship so close to the carrier his turbolasers would do much more devastating damage to the other ship's hull.
As Woodat ordered his crew to keep repairing, he noticed the carrack's armour was dropping. As he was to later find out, several members of the boarding team had successfully gotten aboard and were then engaged in a firefight down the carrier's main hallway. The crew, preoccupied with defending the bridge, no longer were able to repair the ship. Even more amazingly, a few lucky blaster shots managed to take out the carrier's pilot, leaving the ship drifting for most the remainder of combat.
With the carrack no longer able to repair itself, Woodat's turbolasers were cutting away into it. Constantly barking out orders to repair, Woodat held his ship in position above the carrier. Blaster fire was still filling the sky. Everywhere he looked he could see a stream of green fire coming in and impacting his ship. Red streams answered them, pouring out towards the TIEs that were now forced to attack from above. Every 20 seconds his ship shook from the explosions from his own guns, impacting the carrack at point blank range.
Then it happened. Woodat saw the carrack take one last hit then start to break up. Explosions apepared in a few places along its hull. Firing up the engines again Woodat pulled his runner away to clear it of any possible blast radius. The few remaining TIEs turned and fled as their mothership's guns fell silent and it shattered itself with a roaring explosion. Stunned that they were still alive, Woodat's crew gave a resounding cheer. The ship was a near-write off, but it was still flying. What's more, it had taken on odds far greater than it could have hoped to have survived and won. With that, Woodat enabled the hyperdrive and the battle concluded.
Fear the Woodzilla
