Everything happened so quickly, time seemed to warp in the perceptions of the young crewmen.  Words were barked out, computer terminals  blinked, gunnery sights zeroed in, and then flashes of energy streaked out from all sides of the Lucky Tooka.  Proton torpedoes erupted out from the Tooka's S-Foils and struck one V-Wing, obliterating the starfighter into a fiery explosion that engulfed its wingmen, damaging the other V-Wing and the trailing ARC-170 as they couldn't break away in time from the brilliant corona of energy.  The surviving V-Wing tried to roll away from the impact, only to spin right into a trail of blaster cannon fire and disintegrate immediately.  The ARC-170 faired mildly better, dropping its nose and diving low into a spiral from which it began to recover and gracefully rise again, before bolts of ion cannon fire slammed square into its rear fuselage and the crackling ionic energy spread along the engines and foils leaving it dead in space.<br/><br/>The astonished crewmen barely had time to register their unexpected victory when the stars and lights all around them simultaneously stretched and distorted into the tell-tale signs of hyperspace as the Lucky Tooka's hyperdrive kicked in.  Coruscant was gone and all there was to see through the ports was a field of stars left in the ship's wake.<br/><br/>There was a moment of silence before the Captain's raspy voice emanated from the intercoms.<br/><br/>"We have left Coruscant.  You have some hours before we finish our jump and arrive at our next destination.  I'll be in the cockpit making preparations for our arrival, do not disturb me..."