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@Morningstar666 @ImpossibleJedi4 @BroomHare @Namalucibai

A few good shots from P4NK were enough to shake some of the attention away from the Aquilae. The pilots were too focused on accomplishing the mission to really avoid an attack from the Zero angle, but that was only for the first shots. When the wing became aware of their presence, that luck ended and the fire started to split between the two rebels. It was an improvement anyway: less fire for the package.

But more bees around the Preybird.

The concentration of the Blind Pilot was still on the multiple points driving around and around them. A better gunner would have been able to shake those bucketheads off but, sadly, she was stuck with the medi-droid. P4NK was doing a wonderful job though, for a robot designed to treat injuries more than to cause them.

A message popped out and was read out loud by the computer. "Much obliged for the help, whoever you are--I'll let you have the farther ones, yeah?".

Perfect. The important fish bit the bait, now the only thing she needed to do was to sloowly pull from it and the money was hers. That and survive the battle, which was getting more and more intense with every second.

Details. The answer was more important than the self-security.

"0H 17 15 4LW4Y5 4 PL345UR3 70 H4V3 4 CH4NC3 0F 5QU15H1N6 50M3 1MP5 0N 7H3 BL4CK. 1'LL 74K3 C4R3 0F 7H053 P35KY BUCK375, 5U64RL1P5 <3"

A l33t speaking flirty nerd. Perfect. Pathetic, easy to control, just the image she wanted to give to her prey. Now she only had to fight to the middle intensity and then-

"... What is that?"

The Preybird suddenly stopped in the middle of the fight, letting the TIE's pass them for a minute before recovering the control of the ship. Vealde couldn't really fly that well now, there was something on the battlefield. Something... different. It was big, dense, black like the darkest night. A man... no.

A monster. Flying with them. Hunting. Them. Down.

"... P4NK I WANT ALL THE ENERGY ON THE SHIELDS". The droid looked back at her master, confused by the sudden change in her mood. "But miss Vealde, that would leave the cannons with no ener-" "DID I KRIFFING STUTTER!? GO TO THE SHIELD STATION AND PREPARE FOR IMPACT."

The movements of the Preybird were, at first, really soft and relaxed, almost like she had everything under control... it changed. The grey and blue ship, with the illustration of a ram on each wing, suddenly did an aileron roll while changing its course to a little cloud of TIE's. The shields on that ancient ship, The revenge of Mr. Friedrich, were so strong that for a second were vissible to the naked eye, right before the insane woman rammed right into the ships, leaving a big explotion behind.

There was no time to play arround with lasers anymore.

@Morningstar666 @ImpossibleJedi4 @silentlyArctic @BroomHare [center]In an instant, twelve Incom T-65 X-wings dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the gravity well Axxila bore. The lights from the planet's cityscape illuminated the grey bellies of these Rebel X-wings as they slowly rolled about and formed into a long V shape. Emblazoned in red and decorated with numerous kill marks on their noses, there was only one squadron that could go toe-to-toe against the might of the Empire alone. They were [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGbToawptPc][i]Rogue Squadron[/i][/url]. [/center] "All wings, report in." "Rogue Six, standing by." A Sullustan female from Coruscant, [b]Gyvv Mrub[/b]. "Rogue Nine, reporting." A Human male from Kuat, [b]Garen Luciria[/b]. "Three awaiting orders, boss." A Human male from Raltiir, [b]Derek "Hobbie" Klivian[/b]. "Rogue Eight, standing by." A Human female from Thyferra, [b]Arwyn Laer[/b]. "Seven, reporting in." A Human male from Bespin, [b]Pom Daminns[/b]. "Two, checking in." A Human male from Alderaan, [b]Tycho Celchu[/b]. "Twelve, standing by." A Duros female from Duro, [b]Mayria Stoor[/b]. "Rogue Five, ready." A Shistavanen female from Uvena Prime, [b]Bleek Harrir[/b]. "I don't think they're ready Four this." A Human male from Tanaab, [b]Wes Janson[/b]. "Rogue Ten, green lights." A Bith male from Taris, [b]Kaven Drees[/b]. "Eleven, on." A cybernetic human from Corellia, [b]Taym[/b]. [b]Wedge[/b] glanced down at his readouts. Though it was hard for him to discern what firefight was going on, it was no doubt that the three Star Destroyers were bearing in to engage. That probably was the contact they were sent to rescue. Data scrolled passed his face as [b]Mynock[/b] whined piteously, jostling in his astromech socket. "Listen up, Rogues. Plans have changed, so keep things tactical. We've got not just one Impstar, but three. Stay close to me and lets get our guy out." Lights of green played along his face as the squadron acknowledged. "Accelerate to full throttle, shields on double front. Seven, Nine, break off left; Eight and Ten, right. Boom and zoom before they have a chance to react. The rest of us, power on through and mix it up. Draw fire away from that YT. Prioritize squints before eyeballs. Give their gunners an easier time." As he finished talking, warning klaxons sounded in his cockpit. Rebel intel spewed across his main computer. [b]Tycho[/b]'s voice resounded through comm system. "I know that Star Destroyer anywhere, Lead. That's [b]Vader[/b]'s." Ice shot through his spine at the word [i]Vader[/i], his skin tightening with goosebumps. Brief memories of Yavin flickered into his mind before an immediate banishment as adrenaline set in. "Belay my last order. Stay together and keep on the lookout for a Bright out there. If you see him, Two, you're with me. We'll take him on while the rest of you work under Four." More acknowledgement lights. All twelve. A grim reminder to him that some of them would not be flashing by the end of this mission; maybe not even his own. [center]The X-wings fanned out into smaller flights of four as they moved closer and closer. Already, long-range laserfire lanced out to meet them, but never once did they make contact. Ship-to-ship batteries were worthless against fighters even in optimal distance; only the luckiest of gunners would even hope to scorch one of the Rebel craft. [b]Daminns[/b] waggled the wings of his X-wing, repeated by [b]Janson[/b] in kind, if only to give the gunners burning feelings of ire.[/center] [quote]"- Uhm. Yo. Leon here, uh... we may have a problem in the whole "retrieve the package" thing. Vultures appeared everywhere..."[/quote] A grimace took over his face. Two versus three Star Destroyers? [b]Vader[/b] could have obliterated them before the Rogues even got there. They must really want that man alive- as did the Rebels. "Check your fire, people. Looks like we've got an allied craft covering our contact. The Preybird, by the looks of it." [b]Janson[/b]'s voice crackled in [b]Wedge[/b]'s ear as he said aloud, "Whoever's flying it must have a death wish- ramming TIE fighters like that will get anyone killed. Even a Corvette won't last that long. [b]Wedge[/b], I think you'd better say something smart." "Preybird, this is Commander [b]Wedge Antilles[/b] of Rogue Squadron. Engage the Interceptors. We'll handle the rest." "Distance is twenty-three klicks from target. Locking S-foils in attack position." [center]In fluid movement, the twelve fighters took on their signature form, laser cannons spreading to increase their arc of fire. The X-wings seemed to shift from graceful craft to powerful war machines with a flick of a switch. [/center] "Prepare to engage. Lock proton torpedoes on our contact-" [b]Gyvv[/b] made a confused sound in the comms, but did not speak. "-and set detonation range to twenty meters from target. Airbursts. Second wave of torpedoes, lock onto targets of opportunity and fire at my second command." "Eighteen klicks." "Fire." [center]Twenty-four plumes of purple smoke spat out from the fuselages of Rogue Squadron, the torpedoes sprinting towards the tangled mat of TIE fighters. Though silence was all that eminated in space, the sensors inside the nose played out the tracking noises of the warheads as they closed in on their nonexistant targets. [/center] The battle was on.

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"Confirmed hits, Lead!" shouted Mayria. "Let's blast 'em!"


"Stay close to me, Six!"
"Hooah! That was close!"
"Four more, from below!"
"Escape vector, point-three-five. Punch it!"


Wedge grimaced. The TIEs were a bit better than he expected. But no matter. They had not prepared themselves for the tactic, and now the rest would be a cakewalk.
"All wings, engage. Pattern four."
He cut throttle and flipped his fighter around off it's left wing, bringing his guns to bear on the encroaching force. The numbers weren't good, but much better than when they started. Flicking a switch changed his settings to quad-fire; the few shots he'd get before maneuvering would have to be guaranteed kills. No luxury here. He painted the nearest squint with his target computer and squeezed off a burst, not taking the time to watch the results that he created. Two more timed attacks brought down a TIE that twisted in front of his nose in an unfortunate dodge, scattering bits of duranium across the fore shields. "Lead, one bearing on your left. Cut right." Tycho's words were met with cool efficiency as the fighter corkscrewed over the green attack.

Tycho whipped in and near-rammed the fighter, his lasers single firing away at the foes presented. Wedge's pursuer whipped out of control and veered into an Interceptor, exploding piteously. Tycho figured the pilot did not get a chance to even know what hit him. They're in standard formation. Dipping right and scissoring with Bleek will get an easy shot. "Five, roll left and converge!" he ordered. Without waiting, his wingman banked inwards and started firing, picking off the closest fighter who focused directly on Tycho. He returned in kind, shooting off several lasers that gored the grey hull straight through the central eye. "Scratch one eyeball."

"We're going to need more of that, Two. My shields ar-" Static filled the comms; a static that made Janson wince in pain. His shields did not stop a glancing blast that singed his rear circuits. "Sithspawn, of course that happens." At least his acknowledgement light was working. He hoped. He corkscrewed the X-wing up and unleashed a spray of fire into the belly of an Interceptor, it letting out a gout of flame as the O2 tanks were ruptured. "That looked important. Sorry, buddy." And, even more importantly, he spotted the worst one of the bunch. On the Preybird. The TIE Advanced of Darth Vader himself. Where was Wedge?

"Lead, I found the bright. I have a bad-" Wait, his comms were down. Fierfek! "Blast, R4, let Wedge know!"

@Morningstar666 @ImpossibleJedi4 @BroomHare @Namalucibai

Thanks stars.

THANKS. KRIFFING. STARS.

The sweat was running through the Mira Luka's head while she tried to keep avoiding the enemy fire, not because of the difficulty of the task really. The Ramming was her main move, she was used to a few seconds without shields while the system recharged, but this battle was really, REALLY different than the others. All because of the monster that was right behind her back. She felt that thing looking through her like no other person had EVER before, it was like its eyes were shooting pure, red-hot plasma through her soul... and it was smiling.

Smiling because she was right on his range and totally uncovered. Vealde practically saw the finger of the Monster slowly caress the FIRE button, just a little pressure, and it was over. The captain closed her empty eyes. And whispered. "I... regret... NOTHING."

And then, the boom.

But there wasn't a boom. Not on her ship, at least. She scanned the battlefield again, the rules suddenly had changed. A new ship... no, more. An entire squad, allies. Wedge.

Kriffing. Wedge.

A mix between livid fury and everlasting relief filled her chest, and she immediately started sound communication with the squad leader while the TIEs exploded all around the black. "WEDGE YOU MAGNIFICENT SON OF A HUTT" she started, a big grin on her face. Her voice was kind of ****** up. "TAKE THIS LONG TO APPEAR AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO THE STARS, I AM NEVER ACCEPTING ANOTHER WORK FROM YOU."

The lasers beamed right next to the wings of the Preybird, but this time she didn't fear. Hell, she even let slide some impacts here and there, before a beeping sound notified the return of her shields. Time for a little payback.

And this time, she knew exactly who she was going after. The Revenge of Mister Friedrich performed a sudden U-Turn, again the shields blazing in a little green light. In the radars of the squad, and probably that Correlian ship, there was now a little sign. A circle arround the exact ship they had to avoid, or destroy.

Vader's ship.

"I AM GOING FOR YOU, MONSTER." She screamed into the radio, knowing he probably didn't hear her but pretty sure he FELT that, while the ship literally tackled multiple ships on its way to the sith lord's. All or nothing.