Jerex watched everything going down on his tactical display, watching the<span style="font-style: italic">Aparte</span>shield readout show it flicker and watches the shiips computer report that it had taken damage. He winced some, she wouldn't be too happy about that. Thankfully however it seemed that the damage was superficial. She moved on, going after the fleeing Bulks leaving him and the newcomer to fight the Eggs. Dangerous in their own rights, however his ship was meant for this king of combat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Weapons, re target onto the ship that has just been attacked, bath it in Ion fire. Target all other weapons on the other egg, get me a torp lock and send the fishes swimming. Fighters, Ion that new ship, make sure it doesn't leave. They are weapons clear to fire their Ion pulse missiles."</span><br/><br/>He watched out the view screen as the ships laser cannons and turbolasers bathed the small Imperial ship in burning fire. The small ship unable to avoid the amounts of cannon fire, its shields collapsing as the turbolasers started to boil the outer hull of the ship. Watching as the screen darkened as the two Proton Torpedo struck how and turned the ship into a cloud of slag in the brilliant light that only proton torps could do.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his TIE/Defenders and made their pass, as strong as his shields were they could not take the combined effect from the attack fighters and their payload of ion weapons. They left the ship floating in the depths of space, ion energy tracing along the outside keeping the everything but the most basic environmental controls disabled on the small little ship. The<span style="font-style: italic">Outlaw Star</span>swooping past as they fire off the tractor beam and pull the inoperative craft into one of the cargo holds.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Combat team Besh report to cargo two. Bring the Masers and Disruptors. Combat team Aeurk prepare for boarding. XO you have the Con."</span>The female officer nodded as he left the bridge to his ready room, quickly getting into his armor and equipping is guns he headed into the lift to the cargo hold joining hims members surrounding the ship, each one armed with weapons that could tear a leaving being into ash in moments.<br/><br/>He stood ready, a high end fletchette gun in his hand ready to fire at a moments notice.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I suggest you come out unarmed, I would hate to space you and use you for target pratice."</span>