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@silentlyArctic @ImpossibleJedi4 @BroomHare @Morningstar666 [quote]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."[/quote] [b]Wedge[/b] instinctively winced in his cockpit, curling slightly at the sheer volume of noise in his ear. It caught him completely flat-footed, and he took a spalling shot to the starboard shields as a result. Sithspit, was that loud. "Blast it, cut the chatter and keep hot on the stick! We can talk once we're safe!" He growled, having to reassess the situation just in time to see [b]Vader[/b]'s attack. [quote]The Sith Lord pushed the throttle on his fighter and weaved his way from one end of the battle to the other. Dodging his own ships and their debris on the way up, including a very unfortunate TIE with two panels missing from one of its wings, he aimed for the underbelly of the closest X-wing before doubling back and pulling away. [/quote] [b]Janson[/b] was the unfortunate victim of the brief assault by the Sith Lord, his shields dropping in time to take a straight laser blast through his right wing as he was mid maneuver. He was tossed about his cockpit and sent through a corkscrew that careened into a cloud of debris, shredding his R2 unit and second engine. Black streaks and a small line of fire trailed his X-wing as he struggled inside his canopy to retain control of the unweildy fighter. "I'm out, I can barely keep her together!" "Wes' hit!" cried out [b]Garen[/b], whom streaked inwards to try to retaliate. He kicked his rudder controls hard to snap his nose in an effort to trace [b]Vader[/b]'s avoidance strategy. Two interceptors disagreed with the tactic, swooping out from underneath him and opening fire with a hailstorm of green laserfire. The shields held for a moment; moments later a laserblast burrowed deep into his right wing and detonated the fuel within, atomizing the fighter. Two more TIE's centered in on [b]Tyme[/b]'s six, lancing out with fire that drilled through the X-wing's aft shields. Unfazed, the cyborg dropped power to his engines and cut right, weaving under another X-wing in an effort to lose its pursuit, launching two torpedoes out from his fighter again. One followed tight, attempting to lead the maneuver in vain, while the other lagged behind and prepared to engage once an opportune moment presented. A missile lock gave him warning moments before his demise; one of the spat-out torpedoes had arced all the way around to hit the fighter! A thin smirk traced the Rebel pilot's lips as he easily stymied whatever attack the remaining TIE produced. Cybernetics and Astromechs worked well in conjunction. "Confirmed kill." "[b]Gyvv[/b], you're leaking coolant from your port side! You're gonna burn out if you keep at full power!" "We don't have the choice, Seven, More TIEs will be on us at any moment!" [b]Wedge[/b] glanced his display; the Sullustan was right. There was only a moment of time before they'd be grossly outnumbered yet again. And this time the advantage would be in the Empire's favor. No matter how good the Rogues were, attrition would play it's part. He flicked a switch and opened his comms to the main Alliance encryption: "All wings, break off and high tail for the planet. We can't afford to fight any longer. [i]Aquilae[/i], we've got one pilot without control. Retrieve him and follow us to the planet's surface. Twelve, Five, escape pattern Aurek-4." [center]Ten acknolwedgement lights replied; the X-wing of Rogue Squadron became significantly more hostile as their laser fire picked up in volumes. No longer did they pick their targets, they just fired in a wanton display of power to 'clear the road', detonating munitions from downed TIE fighters or shredding survivors that were unlucky enough to be in the barrage. [/center] "Hyperspace isn't going to work with our fighters in this condition. Everyone's hit, lead. Except you, of course." came the voice of [b]Hobbie[/b]. "I know. We're going to hit the deck of the planet and find a safe spot till reinforcements arrive. Lets hope our agent out there knows what we're doing." No matter the escape route, [b]Vader[/b] would still be an issue. [b]Wedge[/b] knew that the Sith Lord would be remiss to allow the Rogues a clean escape, and he couldn't sit by while his nemesis gunned down more of the people he was protecting. "[b]Tycho[/b], that bright is ours. Move to mark zero-five and let's get him." "Confirmed, lead." In perfect coordination, the two fighters linked up and became a pair, rolling through the dogfight and closing the gap between themselves and the Imperial ace. If the [i]Preybird[/i] could do anything to delay him, then they'd have a real chance at this. If not...

@Morningstar666 @ImpossibleJedi4 @BroomHare @Namalucibai

Failure, by such a little margin... it was something expectable now that Vealde could think about it. This person, whoever they were, had such a strong cloud of force surrounding him. It was like, literally nothing that she had ever seen before in her life, they obviously weren't going to fall for such a chaotic display... but at least she had their attention now, also one of their wingmen was now just floating junk in the black.

Not everything is terrible! Right?

Right?

"Mistress, the Shields are back in cooldown, we are officially on the suicide-sled." The voice of P4NK was, again, sweet and so cheerful that it was almost unbelievable they were on the same ship right then. Vealde has always wondered if that robot wasn't actually a suicide machine in disguise or something like that. "Time to retreat?".

She could bet her shinny metal behind on that, yes. Or at least, that would be the best course of action if it weren't for the fact that kriffing Wedge was there. He was, speaking REALLY technically, his current boss, and getting away to save her own *** was something worth of losing the bounty. But all this risk was really worth it? Did she really need those filthy credits so badly?

"... P4NK, all the power to the engines. Time for the last resource."

Apparently their pesky visitor was too busy chasing this guy Garrik, whoever he was, to actually interfere the communications, so the Mira Luka used the little time she had while the engines charged to send one message to Wedge and the Aquilae's captain. Just one text and a 10 seconds countdown.

"TURN OFF THE RADAR."

And with that, the Preybird immediately engaged escape maneuvers towards the planet, leaving only a little round object floating in the hyperspace. The "Egg" of the Preybird, a powerful flash-bomb designed as a last escape trick by messing with both the eyes and the systems of the pilots in the middle of the hot fuzz.

The problem? She only had one, that thing was too expensive to mass produce. Also, it was not going to be enough to confuse that Monster for too long, not if they were as experienced with the force as she thought... but it was the last thing she had.

And it was going directly into Wedge paycheck.

@silentlyArctic @ImpossibleJedi4 @BroomHare @Morningstar666

Wedge rolled over to chance a glance at the 'egg' that had been dropped. The pilot of the Preybird had one interesting idea of an escape plan, that was for sure. But a flashbomb? In the middle of the chaos? That was bold. Dangerously so. Had he not ordered Rogue Squadron to ditch for the planet, there would more than likely be pilots ramming into one another and TIEs getting the drop on all the exposed X-wings. He took a split second of pride in his foresight. For now, Vader was what mattered. "Tycho, reverse throttle hop, kill power to the sensors and polarize-!"

White noise overtook him, enveloping his senses as the cockpit changed dramatically to compensate. As X-wings were starfighters, the intense brightness of stars needed to be handled; they had automatically configuring canopies to avoid such issues. But flashbombs were different. They filled the area with light that reminded Wedge of a supernovae, and left his eyes temporarily blinded despite preparation. He figured others in the squadron were more fortunate, having turned their backs to the weapon, but he was not quite so lucky.


Tycho, meanwhile, was far luckier. Before Wedge's words escaped his mouth, he was already moving, having calibrated his canopy and rolled to avoid the worst of it. His instruments, meanwhile, were everyone but normal; his targeting computer was seizing up as extraneous data chunks forced its way through the system. He thought he heard his R2 unit's main processor blow, but it could have been the sensory noise that ripped his skull apart through the seams. Mind-numbing pain overtook him, gloved hand working in muscle memory to keep him in formation with where he thought Wedge was. Maybe Vader got real unlucky with this.


Janson was half-dead. Or so he wished. He felt that bad, that was for sure. Maybe even a bit like he drank too much synth-ale and hit on some Trandoshan's girlfriend. That was a feeling that he didn't want to remember. But the thought was dry and caked with fury at it's edges. No wellspring of humor remained. He was out of a fight that killed one of his squadronmates, and could easily kill him. And all he could do was sit adrift and hope someone was quick enough to get him. Or alive enough. Not like he could poll the crowd and ask who would pick him up. The warning of the flashbomb was a different story. He saw the Preybird shoot by and drop that thing right off his stern. It looked like a small eyeball part. No X-wing part he knew of looked like that. Who would drop such a thing in the middle of a firefight? Then it clicked. And moments after, he was lurched to the fore of his cockpit as a tractor beam yanked him into space. The rest was white noise.


Most of the Rogues were fortunately out of range by closing their S-foils when they could; Gyvv trailed the bunch and mindfully watched her scopes before the bomb went off. TIEs were faster if they wanted to be, but no TIE wanted to go head to head with a pilot who theoretically could shoot the rest of the fleet down. Even if her port-ventral S-foil was missing it's laser cannon. And wing. She made a note to get that fixed.

Tyme, meanwhile, felt a modicum of amusement at the warning. "Meatbags." He said to himself, simply dialing his visor down in sensitivity and readjusting his sensors. The flashbang went off, and he eagerly preyed upon straggler TIEs that were originally in pursuit, their chaos his serenity. Red lasers stabbed disoriented pilots in the back and dropped the still-dwindling number of TIEs even lower. "Confirmed kill."