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"Return fire with the missiles and torpedoes!" Konan shouted. The concussion missiles pierced the enemy shields (that is what the point of having concussion missiles on your ship. You fire two at one target, and the first punches a brief hole in the shields that allows the other to get in, but the drawback is it takes ages to reload the missile clip once it's dry), causing damage. The torpedoes caused loads of shield damage, but took longer to fire. Still, the outnumbered Sith weren't winning against a dreadnought backed up with frigates any time soon. "Are those coordinates locked in the navicomputer?" Konan asked the navigational officer. "Yes sir!" "Then get us out of here!" Konan shouted.

The ship's came out near a gas giant with many moons. It was a combination of beige and red, orange, and blueish rings.... with a huge, red, swirling spot.

(And no they can't be tracked through hyperspace. The only way to track someone through hyperspace is if you have stuck a tracker on their ship, like Obi-Wan did to Slave I. Even if the Covies can figure out which way they went, they'd have hundreds of thousands of systems to look in. And if you can figure out why the coordinates that entered Konan's mind led them to Jupiter, I will give you a medal.)