Out of the front viewport of the TIE, Stormz kept a steady eye on Devil squad as they accelerated towards the planet. He sat in his cramped fighter hoping that any moment a squad of hostiles appeared on his radar. Seconds turned into minutes as his eyes followed the ion trail of Devil squads fighters reach further and further away. He shook his thoughts away after a moment to remain concentrated on his task at hand. Stormz was to assist C-3PX2 and escort the shuttle down to the surface.

[ Flight 2 whats yourr status?] Stormz growled into his comlink.

"Directly above you sir," was the response from Scaridian. The Wookie allowed a brief moment to go by before checking up on Joker.

[Jokerr how arre you doing?] Kaph 2-1 roared once more. Joker quickly gave him the all clear after that second, more direct question. [ Just make surre you answerr me the firrst time, ok?]

"Copy, sorry sir." Joker said, somewhat sorrowfully. Ph'rranix checked his radar once more before looking at the planet that was increasing in size rapidly. Before long, the Kaph XO could see the different shades of land scattered about on the planet. Tree tops became visible and birds were flying all around them.

Kaph squad zipped above the peaks of the trees as they made their way toward the landing pad. A brief conversation went on and Shuttle Viverro was approved to land on Platform "Cresh".

As the shuttle performed its landing procedure, Kaph kept a tight patrol around the landing platform. Soon, stormtroopers stepped out of the Viverro. Along with that visual, a message came across to the Kaph leaders.

'All clear. Thanks for the support. We will contact you when we are ready to depart.' Upon recieving the text, C-3 gave the order to procede to Hanger "Aurek".

“Get your TIE into a Rack, and meet up at the mess hall. I have a few announcements to make before we head back.” Warrant Officer Second Class C-3PX2, Squadron Commander of Kaph Squadron, said. Just as instruced everyone flawlessly entered their respective rack and hopped out of their TIE. Each Kaph flight member began the short journey toward the break room. However, Stormz made a quick detour to the restroom before arriving just in time to listen to his Squad Commander.

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C-3PX2's Edit: Fixed a miscode placing the entire message in OOC

Chief Warrant Officer C-3PX2 looked across the room at his squadron, noting the one member was missing. IC-1337-C, a local mercenary of the region, was not in the mess hall with the rest of the squadron. He wondered where the mercenary had gone, but then again did not concern himself with it

“Alright, let us start this off, it is going to be a very short briefing, but here it goes. We had a successful landing of the shuttle, and their mission is complete, they are preparing to return back to the Lobo, while we wait here for orders. Once we get our orders, we shall return to the Lobo, and begin the sweeps of the system for Warlord Forces.” He said and then Stopped.

A few members of the squadron looked at him, unsure why he stopped.

“See, I told you it would be a very short briefing. Now moving onto more recent news, we have a new addition to the squadron. Academy Graduate Senior Crewman B Lasiter, she will be joining Flight Three in the place of Kaph Three-Three.” He said, and then took another look around the room. “Also, we have one other New Addition to the Squadron, a Mercenary of the Local system, IC-1337. While he is not here right this moment, you will know him when you see him.” C-3PX2 continued



“Shuttle Two-Two-Four-Niner-Esk, you are clear for departure. Radio before you launch.” The Landing Platform’s communication officer said over comm.

“Affirmative, we are loading up the last of the officers and supplies. Departure will be momentarily.” The shuttle’s Co-Pilot replied.

“Copy, Viverro Out.” The Communication Station said, closing the channel after.

After checking all the Cargo Manifests and Passenger Manifests, the Co-Pilot walked over and sealed the Hatches and Boarding Ramps. He then took his seat, and strapped himself in. They powered up; Main Power, Engines, Communication, Sensors, Shields, all were One Hundred over One Hundred. They were ready to leave, ready to return to the Lobo with the Survey Team. 

They slowly lifted off the landing platform, and began to slowly accelerate off. In a short time, they were fully clear of the Landing Platform, and eventually clear of the entire complex; that was the time that they lowered their two wings down and began to go to flight speeds. The Shuttle continued to accelerate at a Seventy0Five Degree angle towards Space, and the Lobo. Once they reached the Atmosphere, things changed. They lowered their angle down to a Forty-Five degree angle and slowed down; they didn’t want to tear their shuttle up; little did they know that procedure like that would doom them to not return.

“Hrm… that is strange.” The co-pilot said.

“What is?” the pilot asked.

“All the comm. chatter … it just died, some of it mid sentence.”

“Maybe our equipment is malfunctioning, check it.”

The Co-Pilot ran a scan on the communications gear, “Everything is operational,” he pressed the ‘Transmit’ button on his Comlink device, “Hell, even my Comlink wont work.”

Then out of the glare of the sun, there was an eclipse on it. The Pilot squinted as he looked at it, and then asked his Co-Pilot “What the hell … …”

Then Four TIE/D star fighters bearing the Insignias of the Warlords forces came out of the glare, and accelerated towards the Lone Shuttle.

“Ah … Frak Me.” The Pilot Said, as the TIE/D fired off one Concussion Missile Each at the Shuttle. The missiles accelerated towards the shuttle slamming into the port side of the hull and detonating on impact; the shuttle burst into a fireball.



“Sir, I just lost communication pings from the Shuttle.” The communication officer said to the Deck Officer.

“Did you check our equipment, maybe it went bad?” the officer said.

“Everything is functioning, but we cant communicate with the shuttle.”

“Have the Lobo attempt to contact it.”

“Aye, Sir.” The communications officer said, as they attempted to contact the Lobo. “Sir, I cannot raise the Lobo on comm. either.”

“Why the … Sensors, Scan the Location of the Shuttle, and its status.”

“Aye.” The Sensor Officer said.

All this time, the Mercenary IC-1337-C was leaning against the wall, just watching.

“Sir, I cannot locate the shuttle. Its not there, all I am getting is what looks to be a debris field.” The sensor officer reported.

“Playback the Sensor Logs for the shuttle’s trip.” He said, and then looked at the screen.

The Video showed the sensors picking up the shuttle’s movement, and then four blips accelerating towards them; then the shuttle vanishes. At which time the Blips got ID Tags identifies, matching the Warlord’s ID.

The Deck officer pulled out a data pad, and began to quickly type something, and then when finished removed the data crystal. He then looked at Ratchet.

“You There Mercenary, come here.” He yelled, IC-1337-C walked over. “Take this to Chief Warrant Officer C-3PX2, these are his squadron’s launch orders. Make haste, we have no time to lose.”

“Yes Sir!” Ratchet said and then saluted, to which the officer return salute. He then took off down the corridor, heading for the mess hall.



Down the corridors from the command center of Outpost Viverro; IC-1337-C, or Ratchet as he was also known as, ran as fast as his body would allow him. He had to get to the Kaph Squadron Briefing in the mess hall; he had important information to get the Chief Warrant Officer C-3PX2. Running into the last corridor before the mess hall, he could see the base crew, crowding the door, awaiting entry to get afternoon meals.

“Make a Fraking Hole!” Ratchet yelled as he ran through the corridor. The crew, got silent and saw him coming, and began to do just as he wanted.

He ran into the mess hall, and towards Kaph Squadron’s briefing. He managed to get there, and slid a bit on the floor when he attempted to stop running.

“Ah, here he is now. Squadron this is IC-1337-C, a local Expert of the system and Mercenary.”

“Sir, I have Urgent Information for you!” Ratchet said.

“What is it Ratchet?”

“Shuttle Two-Two-Four-Niner-Esk has been destroyed!” Ratchet said, with stress in his voice.

“What… How?! Why did the CIC not Radio over here about this?!” he yelled.

“Warlords forces jumped in and took it out during transit, they also temporally jammed communication stations on the outpost, ” he went to hand C-3PX2 a data-crystal, “these are our launch orders.”

“Frak.” C-3PX2 said as he read the orders. “Squadron Attention!” he yelled, the pilots snapped to attention, “Report to Hanger Aurek, and to the TIE/Ln Fighter Racks. Prep and board your fighter. Launch on my command.” He said in a bold tone.

The squadron grabbed their equipment that they had with them, and headed out the door.

“Ratchet, Crewman Lasiter; hold up.” He said, just remembering something.

The two pilots walked over towards the Chief Warrant Officer, not knowing exactly what he had to say.

“The two of you lack star fighters, therefore Report to hanger Besh and Get a TIE/Ln out of that hangars racks, and then launch on my command.”

“Yes, Sir!” the two said in a unison of Humanoid and Robotic-voice.

C-3PX2 then headed off towards Hangar Aurek, while IC-1337 and Senior Crewman B Lasiter headed for Hangar Besh.

B turned away from the Commander and didn’t wait for the mercenary to say anything, but began running towards Hanger Besh. In all the time she had here on the outpost, she used most of it memorizing the layout of the building, including the whereabouts of the hangers. She wouldn’t allow herself to rely on others for this kind of information. It was a good  move on her part.

She listened to the sound of her feet slapping the tiled floor as she ran, and heard a second set of feet join in her rhythm. The mercenary was keeping close to her, as their destination was the same.

“Do you know where Hanger Besh is?” The mercenary sounded from behind her. She simply nodded, not bothering to use her device to say “yes.” She used motions whenever the situation allowed; it was much easier than typing out her response. Conversations were cut in half when she could point or nod and shake her head. She raised her hand and with a limp finger pointed to the end of the hall and to the left. The mercenary didn’t reply.

Though she wasn’t surprised, she hadn’t expected to head out this early. She had been within range of the actual squadron for about 6.5 to 7.8 minutes. It hadn’t been long. Nevertheless, it was time for her to fly. She had been trained for this, and she was not nervous and other than the physical exertion her body was going through, her heart rate was normal. B Lasiter quickly reviewed her vitals equaling out the effects of running, as small as those details were, making sure they were in order. Nervousness was characterized as increased heart rate and enhanced perspiration. No, she was not nervous; B was positive.

B Lasiter and Ratchet reached the hanger and quickly went to their positions by the racks, both stationary next to the vehicle they would be flying. Before they could climb into their Fighters, an angry technician came over to them, a older looking man with graying black hair.

“What are you doing? You don’t have leave to take these two from the Hangar!” B was about to type out her explanation on her voice, but Ratchet stepped into control of the situation.

“I am IC-1337-C, hired mercenary and this is my newly acquired squadron mate Senior Crewman B Lasiter.” B wasn’t sure how this man knew her name as he wasn’t there when she had formally introduced herself. The Commander had said ‘Crewman Lasiter’, but that did not give her first name. B watched as he pulled out a blaster and pointed it at the technician with a steady hand, aiming for the spot between his eyes. “You will let us take these machines from this rack, by command of C-3PX2, Commander of Kaph, the squadron that is protecting the Yetton V moon outpost shuttle.”

The technician only shrugged and backed away, not seeming to take much notice the gun ready to take his life, apparently only seeing an empty threat. Either way it worked. B had already climbed into her TIE/Ln while Ratchet was dealing with the pesky man.

She went through the start-up procedure and before she slipped on her helmet she took out her Voice and pulled an extendable wire from the side, attached to the end was a suction cup. She took off her glove and attached it to the upper side of her wrist. She then drew out a second wire and attached it to the comm. link located on her helmet and then hooked her voice back onto her belt, securing the wires that were sprouting from it. She would not be able to type out any responses manually, but this little suction cup device monitored her finger motions and would be able to read her actions and speak it into her mic for her. She didn’t plan on speaking much during flight, only the typical procedure of checking in and any little comments she would make during this mission.

She got all set up and sat back waiting for further instructions from her Commander, assured that they would be arriving very soon. She would soon begin her first mission in real flight, and calculations were running through her head. She didn’t have many details where the enemy concerned, so those factors would remain easily changeable variables in her equations. She would soon be able to finish her calculations, but her Commander would have to give them leave to launch first.

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753 Words. Please tell me if I am off on the Hanger scene, as I am a little iffy when it comes to that.

Bacredi looked back on the events that he had witnessed today. Bacredi had woken up early today, Kaph Squadron had been called for a meeting aboard the Lobo. Bacredi had slipped himself some breakfast, and a sip of alcohol. He had offered Scar a glass of coffee, he denied. Then Kaph escorted the Tyranny to this outpost. Then a meeting had been put up, and Bacredi had moved to the meeting room. Devil Squadron was probably leaving the Lobo now, probably moving to meet up with Kaph.

But then the Tyranny was shot down. And all that anyone found was a rock field, of the remains of the shuttle.

Bacredi was standing in a Kaph huddle, it was located in the gleaming white hanger that housed Bacredi's Fighter, along with all of Kaphs. All members of flight one-C-3PX2, Ratchet by a hologram, Rocket, and Bacredi were all in a huddle. StOrMz had his group in a huddle as well, same with Max Fagron's Flight.

"Leading Crewman Bacredi, Senior Crewman Rocketman, and Ratchet. We are here today on Operation: Iron Sweep, just like Viper Squadron and Operation: Typhus, and Nazgul Squadron and Operation: Firestorm. The Lambda-Class Shuttle Tyranny has been found in an Asteroid Field just near Outpost Viverro. The Imperial Warlord has an ominous presence in this system, we need to put an end to that!" C-3PX2 had a glint on his hull-or whatever you called his 'skin'-it put anger in Bacredi's heart that the Yetton System had a Warlord in it-one that would soon be dead for what he-or she-had done to the Tyranny. The fact that they had destroyed it was enough to set Bacredi over the edge, they probably sported the usual warlord class fighter-TIE Defenders-this was going to be a challenge for Kaph as well.

The hologram of Ratchet flickered. "Yes sir, my fighter is ready. Kaph 3, out." Ratchet's hologram died, leaving a hole in the huddle.

"Move out." C-3 ordered the group, Rocket went left to his fighter, C-3 right, and Bacredi right. Two TIE Fighters were on the rack, and Bacredi got in from the top. Launching out of the hanger, C-3 was in front, Rocket in back. Two fighters-Ratchet and the other new recruit B Lasiter flew from another direction, they met up with Kaph 2 and 4, Kaph 3 moved onto C-3's side.

"Ratchet, switch positions, copy?" Bacredi said, because Ratchet was on his wingmates tail-and same with Bacredi. The two pilots of Kaph switched positions, now all three flights were together. The unified, strong, and faithful Kaph. Bacredi thought: We have great faith in eachother. It is called stupidity. This was the motto that Bacredi had come to love.

Bacredi had joined Kaph five weeks ago, it was the best decision-or luck-that Naval Trainers had done. Suddenly, a "Kaph Squadron, this is Devil Squadron. Coming to your position."

"Copy that Devil Leader, this is Kaph Leader. Keep your eyes peeled for enemy fighter craft. Twilight Squadron is heading over to the 22249er-Esk destruction site, and Crimson Squadron is patrolling the ships." C-3PX2's voice rang through Bacredi's COM.

== Just after entering space ==

"Kaph Squadron form up," C-3 ordered his squad. They quickly fell in perfect harmony to each other, flying in three groups of four. Flight One was in the middle, Flight Two was on the right flank, and Flight Three covered the left side. They continued flying in formation towards the location where the Lobo and its small fleet were supposedly waiting for Kaph. As they slowly crept toward it, Stormz saw no signs of any craft in that vector, however, the closer he got to the coordinates, the more visible the fleet became.

Kaph 5's radar blipped. He looked down, and to his suprise the dots were red not green. The radar blipped again with the same red dots but now closer. Jerking his head up, Stormz squinted to find some markings to show whether these were infact hostiles. It took one green flash coming towards the squad for his question to be answered. [Brreak forrmation!] the Wookie roared frantically. Kaph instantly scatter in every direction. Stormz broke left as hard as he could but a second to late. The laser shot slammed into the bottom of Ph'rranix TIE causing the radar to go haywire for a moment then short out. [Damn! I lost my rradarr,] he growled angrily.

"Don't worry Kaph 5. We got your back." Jokerace called out.

Stormz looked at the fleet that had lured them into the trap. The Dreadnaught Amaranth looked to be the Flag ship. Two squads of TIE Interceptors came rushing out of it and charging the helpless squadron known as Kaph. Two more squads of TIE Interceptors launched from a Strike Cruiser along with a mixed squadron of TIE's and a squad of TIE Bombers. A Carrack Cruiser and Lancer Frigate were also part of this small but capable task force.

Suddenly, C-3PX2, Squadron Commander of Kaph, heard, "Kaph Squadron, this is the Dreadnaught Lobo. Turn to point four five, we will assist you momentarily," come out of his comlink. Relieved, he relayed the message to his squadron and required them to form up. The fleet had arrived, just in time, Kaph may be safe after all.

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C-3 didn't have time to post this part so he asked me to do it for him. So there you all go.   May the battle begin!

A pair of TIE Interceptors darted infront of Stormz' view port. Instinctively, he reached for his radar but quickly remembered it was useless. Instead, the Wookie tracked his prey with his eyes, mentally envisioning the crosshairs and waiting for the moment to reign his lethal attack on the Warlord's helpless pilots. Jerking up and right on his stick, Ph'rranix brought his TIE directly behind his first victim. He waited for a microsecond before obliterating his opponent in a rage only a Wookie could attain. The now deceased pilot's wingman was only a few feet away from the explosion, allowing some of the ultra hot metal to graze his TIE's main enigine compartment and bringing him to his fiery doom as well.

[Two down, way too many to go.] Ph'rranix growled silently to himself. Kaph 5 regained his focus and called to his wingman, [You therre Jokerr?]

"Right here sir," the Leading Crewman replied enthusiastically.

[Alrright, drrop back in forrmation with me] growled the Kaph XO. Looking through his left viewport, Ph'rranix watched as Joker manuevered his TIE Fighter into position next to his. [Lock on to a tarrget and guide me to him.] A few moments later Joker began reading off coordinates, trying to get the flights next victim within range and visiblity. It took a handful more of moments to get the enemy in sight. [Light him up Jokerr] With his lasers cannon's locked onto Kaph 6's first victim, Joker sent an onslaught toward the TIE Interceptor flying directly ahead of him. Suddenly the TIE burst into flames before exploding into millions of tiny fragments.

“It is about the become a mess out here, Forty Five TIE Droid star fighters inbound, we will be attacking them. Watch for Crimson Squadron, do not hit friendly craft. That is all, head out!”
Upon hearing the order to engage the Tie Droid fighters Sovern gave a swift “Roger that” and switched his IFF transmitter to active. Looking on his radar he noted to him self “blue friends and red foes” and engaged the enemy. “Flight leader I’m engaging the enemy” followed by his wing man he banked in to the fray. Scanning the Tie Droids Sovern chose his intended target, pulling in to a belly snapping banking turn he accelerates easily lining up his target and firing easily destroying the target. Not letting his finger off the trigger he strafed a second droid fighter catching its ailerons the Tie Droid careens out of control. “To close for comfort” Sovern thought as he rolled past the debris.

Coughing the rattlers out of his stomach he rang in on the coms. “That’s two down” he said before talking to his wingman. “That was great lets set up for another enemy I’ll guide the next one to you”. Splitting off from his wing man Sovenr chose another target, another Droid unimaginative and lacking in abstract thought. Comeing at the Droid from its top Sovern steadily “pushed” it in to a trap being sprung by his wing man. “Great shot” Sovern spoke as he saw the flash of exploding droid from his view port.


(OOC: I wrote this in Microsoft word and didnt have any green squigles and only a few red ones for the made up words, also i apologise if i dont get things quiet right this time around I'm new)

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42 TIE/D left in Combat.

As the droids started thinning Sovern checked his H.U.D and consumables list and checked it off in his head. Once completing his mental inventory he selected his next target voicing over the comms’ “Sovern, mark one” before he fired his missile in a moment the missile reached its intended target. “Like fish in a barrel” Sovern thought to himself before rolling and announcing “’Nother one down” over the comms’. Hearing the warning buzzer alerting him of a bandit on his six Sovern accelerated to full speed rolling out of the blaster and diving closely followed by his pursuer, leveling out he checked his RADAR.

Noticing that the droid was still on his tail Sovern thought swiftly his hands and feet moving in tandem banking hard left he kept the accelerator pushed to maximum, putting a more extreme roll in the banking maneuver, he used his feet to work the pitch of his ship pitching the nose of his fighter upward which relatively speaking was left. Inertial forces took hold and his whole fighter snapped around in to the opposite direction so hard that Sovern felt like his stomach was flying in to his thought, accelerating down he continued to bank in a Lag Pursuit maneuver and line up the droid that was pursuing him in his sites. The droid initiated a low speed yo-yo to try and get behind his opponent, seeing this Sovern countered with a High G barrel roll. The cat and mouse games continued much to Soverns amusement for another second or two before he finally dispatched the droid and returned his attention to the rest of the battle.

As the enemy fighter numbers dwindled stray fighters began to pop up on the edge of the battle, while not a big threat those fighters could be problematic if not taken care of. Setting course toward the edge of battle he began rounding up strays herding them in to the battle where they began to cluster with their compatriots giving them all less maneuverability allowing his squadron mates to pick them off easyer. The battle was looking from a fighter VS fighter point of view how ever the incoming cursers Twilight squadron did concern him but that would have to wait till he received new orders.

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38 Tie/D left in combat

"This is Kaph 2, I have two TIE Droid Models on my back! Help!"

Kane heard Bacredi’s call for help, but he was a bit tied up with evasive maneuvers, trying to keep himself and Ratchet alive. Kane needed something desperately to shake the tail he picked up, something that wouldn’t leave Ratchet flying solo.

“Kane to Ratchet. I’m going to break hard into a barrel roll. Cover my backside in case these droids received a mid-flight upgrade.”

He broke hard into a high-g roll, crushing himself against his seat. The simulators tried to prepare pilots for this by changing the cabin pressure, but unless everything was moving in unison it wasn’t the same. Kane’s fingers began to tingle and go numb before he pulled out of the roll, glad to see only one fighter with him. A brief check of signatures proved it to be Ratchet. Maybe he was a better pilot than Kane gave him credit for, but unless they both got out of this mess alive then it was still anyone’s game.

Kane saw Crimson 6 join Bacredi on his radar, then shook his head a bit as the pilot got cocky with the kill. Kane was about to remind him that this was far from over, but the sudden bright flash across the battlefield and the radar signature dropping off was more than enough to remind everyone that they were still in serious trouble.

He watched a droid starfighter apparently have what could only be described as a seizure, it’s craft banking then pitching, rolling first one way then the other. Kane shrugged and decided to put the droid out of it’s misery with the help of a few laser blasts followed by a missile. He didn’t stick around to watch the light show, as he learned his lesson when he blew out the belly of the last fighter. Bright lights attracted droids, so Kane dove hard once the missile was locked and fired. The kill was confirmed with a single light dimming on his radar.

Kane quickly took a survey of the tiny red dots on his display. Fark, more than thirty remaining he thought as he pitched his TIE upwards, locking on a droid that was closing in on another member of the Crimson squadron. Bright flashes erupted around the droid TIE, it’s shield failing. Kane was too close to use a missile and didn’t have a clear shot, so he simply left the disabled fighter to the vultures and rejoined Ratchet who had appeared to get the attention of a pair of droids.

“Ratchet, watch your six!” Kane shouted as the droids opened fire. Kane returned the favor, flanking one of them and clipping it’s wing, sending it barreling towards the Lobos. Let the big guns have that one he thought before falling in behind the still pursuing droid.

“Ratchet, give me your shield status.”

“Ratchet to Kane, shields at 47 percent and steady.”

“Roger. Bank to starboard, I’m behind this one and I’ll sandwich him in.”

“Roger.”

Kane watched as Ratchet banked. The droid fired a few more blasts, surely almost depleting Ratchet’s shields. Kane punched the accelerator on his TIE and closed the distance to the fighter, unleashing as rapid of a burst as possible, blowing out the droid’s shields before a few more blasts tore a wing completely off the TIE. It spun out of control before bursting, a few pieces of debris barely larger than a helmet.

“Ratchet to Kane. My shields are gone. I’m heading back for repairs.”

“Good luck. I’ll clear a path for you.” Kane replied before turning his TIE towards home base and accelerating off, shooting at anything red he could see to make the path as clear as possible. Once he was close enough, he broke off from his escort responsibilities and returned to the fight, hungry for more droid bits to be littering this sector.

He turned back towards the fringes of the battle, looking for damaged or disabled droids that needed to be finished off, as well as looking for disoriented or fleeing friendlies who needed assistance. He didn’t find either with this pass, but he continued to make his rounds, keeping all comm channels open in case Crimson or Twilight members called for assistance. He shifted in his seat a bit before noticing a red bogie on his radar, dead ahead and closing fast.

Laser fire erupted around Kane, causing his eyes to see spots as his instinct kicked in. Kane dove sharply, pitching his TIE down hard and fast, not waiting to see if there were friendlies in the area that could assist. A warning sounded in the cockpit, a noise that could only be one thing.

Kane juked hard to the side, rolling to avoid the missile that’s locked on. He scanned his radar and found what he needed, a pair of droids. Kane quickly decided that suicide was better than being lit up by a droid, so he brought the pair into his sights and made straight for them.

Less than 100 meters out from the pair, Kane performed a quick yo-yo, dipping down before bringing himself up and crossing in front of the droids. They quickly picked up the pursuit moments before the missile that had locked onto Kane blew out the back end of one of the droids. The concussive blast barreled the other end over end as Kane wondered if the droid who launched the missile knew it shot down one of it's own.

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2 more down by me, 1 extra thanks to the droids.

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I would just like to congratulate Kaph Squadron on the activity we have gained, 4 posts just today, 5 including this one. We truly deserve The Captain's Own

Kaph 2 darted across the battle field in the space above Yetton V. Closely pursued by three Droid Starfighters and Crimson 2 and 3. Bacredi dodged the laser blasts from the TIE/D Starfighters, while Crimson 2 and 3 attempted to destroy the three Droid fighters that were about to make scrap out of Bacredi and his fighter. Suddenly Bacredi dodged one of the blasts, but in his maneveur he had moved straight into the path of one of the other Droid Fighter's firing path. Now Bacredi was about to lose his shields-not that he needed the pieces of shit.

"This is Kaph 2 relaying a message to any other Task Force members. I have been hit critically-!" Two more blasts hit Bacredi's fighter, taking a huge chip out of his wing. "-I have been hit critically and I will probably lose my COM in a few-Ah god Crimson keep them off me!"

Bacredi's COM went dead. It was followed by silence in the cockpit as he moved all he had left-Ion Engines, Laser Cannons, and a flight suit-this was not going to end well. He still had his radar as well, one of the green dots labeled as Crimson 2 shot twice hitting one of the Droid Starfighters, destroying it.

Bacredi's hand reached towards his Equipment Pack. Opening it he found a wiring kit, grabbing it he opened it and used one hand to pilot and the other to open the COM Data Device. "... Crskk ... Crskk ..." Bacredi adjusted the the channels, he was attempting to find an open one. Realizing it was dead, he had to do manual repair, or he had to have a faith of luck. "... Kaph 2!?! Are you there Kaph 2?!"

He had luck, "Yeehaa! Yeah I am here, performing evasive maneuvers!" Bacredi screamed into his COM. Now turning around the Droid Starfighters flew off course, they were then chased by Crimson 2 and 3. They hunted them down a few seconds later the Droids retreated and Crimson 2 and 3 returned to Bacredi.

"Kaph 2 this is Crimson 3, we will stick with you for a second."

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35 TIE/D Left.

Kane smirked as he heard the reports of fighters being destroyed left and right. It seemed that the more droids that went down, the less cohesive the hostile force seemed to be. The pattern of enemy fighters on his radar seemed to back up the claims. Instead of pristine formations and tight flight patterns, Kane was seeing more and more scatter-shot droids and more single targets.

He grumbled as he overshot the main battlefield while paying too much attention to the radar. With one hand still on the yoke, he tightened the carbon fiber buckles on his flight harness and then gripped the controls tightly, the stitching in the flight gloves groaning in protest before he pitched hard port, turning his craft around and lining up his next shot.

The Crimson squad seemed to be stepping up their game after the loss of one of their comrades, and Bacredi appeared to have control of his situation. A quick bleep on his readout showed an enemy fighter attempting to flank Kane. With a smirk he brought his craft to a halt, a strong jerk in the cockpit letting him know his airspeed was greatly reduced. The flanking fighter now became a prime target as it passed in front of Kane, and the opportunity wasn’t lost. A rapid double-burst of cannon fire let the droid know it’s time was running out.

Kane pushed the accelerator as hard as he dared, still not completely sold on the abilities of the TIE. With a slight pendulum-effect of swinging left to right, Kane found the sweet-spot behind the droid TIE and chased it down. With one hand Kane held down the trigger for his starboard cannon, and the other dialed in the degree of shooting so that a single blast hit on the droid TIE’s solar panels. A few moments later and the port cannon was dialed in as well.

Kane checked his weapon inventory, appalled to see that he was down to his last three missiles. He made a mental note to give the crewman in charge of supplying the fighters a sound thrashing if he returned from this mission. If there was one thing out there Kane hated more than the smell of a wet wookie, it was a half-supplied ship. He didn’t care if it was missiles or oxygen or even burned out indicator lights, a pilot depended on his craft to be stocked to and above capacity.

Seems like I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way, he thought as he closed the gap between himself and the droid. More laser fire lit up the hostile’s shields and as expected the droid began to try and shake the pursuit. First a pitch, then a bank, three rolls and a climb were all followed closely by Kane. If nothing else, this served as a great educational tool to teach pilots in the Academy how uncreative the droids are. Kane just hoped someone was getting this on holo.

Through the stomach-wrenching shifts in direction he stuck wit