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... holy ... 8 posts ... one day ... and umm ... good work

"Crimson 2, cover me when you can. I need to make a few repairs before we attempt the other three." Mel spoke through his COM, this probably meant Bacredi to. But Bacredi didn't listen, there was still the other three TIE/Ds to care about. Forming on his back Crimson 8 and 7 followed Bacredi at full speed, ion engines glaring, green laserfire began to be exchanged. Bacredi watched as two of the fighters chased forward in the same trio alignment as Bacredi and the other two Crimson members.

"Crimson 8 and 7 this is Crimson 5, Crimson 6 is on my tail. We are forming up behind Crimson 8 and 7, and Kaph 2." Crimson 5, the XO of Crimson Squadron had a coruscanti accent that filled Bacredi's COM. Two shots from Crimson 7 took out one of the starfighters. The other two then waddled off, being chased by some of the Kaph Members. "Crimson 6, 7, 8 and Kaph 2. Follow my lead!"

"Copy, Crimson 5." Bacredi said, drooping behind the group of TIEs. Four Crimson pilots were ahead of them, they were heading for the enemy formation. Four CR90s came closer and closer, the first one labeled as Tyat opened fire. Two droid starfighters came closer only to be shunned off by laser fire. The five pilots then dropped down over the Tyat and fired, each fighter shot a different amount of times. Now they dove beneath the second CR90 in the formation, and fired at its rear turret. Soon all of the pilots began to rock back and forth. Laserfire barraged at them from the CR90's turrets.

"This is Crimson 5, we have bogies incoming, I repeat we have bogies incoming." Crimson 5's voice rang through Bacredi's COM, at this time all 5 of the Vast Empire Naval Pilots flew out away from the CR90s. Mel's TIE flew straight forward towards the 5 pilots, followed by Crimson 2. Suddenly five TIE/D joined the fray. "Fire!"

Laser fire began to fly everywhere, and suddenly Bacredi's TIE got hit. On the wing again, he lost all of his shields. Switching Speed Gain/On his TIE sped up. One TIE was on his back.

"Mel, get this bastard off of me!" Bacredi screamed avoiding the TIE/Ds lasers. One of the lasers came desperately close to Bacredi, he could see the laser streak scrape some armor off on its passing. But then Mel came in, and went straight behind the TIE/D.

"I am here Kaph 2. Hold tight." Mel shot once, missing the TIE/D but alerting it of his presence. "Crimson 2 form on me."

"Copy Kaph 8," Crimson 2s male voice went into Bacredi's ear as laserfire drowned it out.

"Shit guys!" Bacredi said as his fighter shook again, and he began to lose speed. "Dropping for another pass, get em' this time please."

Bacredi dropped his fighter down, and Mel and Crimson 2 over shot. Again. Moving past more and more blasts he could not hold on for much longer, just hit them.

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"Kretting fecks, man! Stand still!" Mel shouted as he desperately tried to take down the starfighter, which was chasing Bacredi.

"Come on, Mel! Shoot it!" Bacredi yelled, still being showered by a rain of laserfire.

"Bacredi, make a sharp left." Mel said, with a tense throat.

"How will that help?"

"Just turn left, and don't stop!"

Bacredi sighed and made a sharp curve to the left, then continuing with slighter curves. Somehow, Mel was right behind the starfighter, and Bacredi smiled a bit. The starfighter, being conisistent in it's doings, continued to follow Bacredi, but Mel had already sent a wave of his own fire before it locked back on to Bacredi.

To destroy a droid, one must know a droid.

Mel laughed a bit at his victory, and Bacredi let out a "Yes!"

"I think you need to stay on the sidelines a bit longer, Bacredi. We know you're hurt and so do the droids."

"I'll see what I can do."

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A bit short, but I have to leave for a moment (Go ahead and continue, though). 162 words, 11 droids left.

Kane continued his massively unorthodox flying, weaving in and out, playing shadow games with the remaining droids. Somehow he had managed to separate two of them from their squadron, or perhaps that’s what they wanted him to think. Kane decided that he had been in this fighter long enough, and he wanted to end it.

Breaking hard to port he spun on the two droid TIEs, bearing down on them hard. A guidance lock greeted Kane’s actions, but again he was too close to deploy. Gripping the yoke hard he unleashed a barrage of laser fire on the droids, twisting his cannons left and right, keeping the droid he had targeted off guard. If the droid was taking damage on the left AND the right, then it wouldn’t have a clue about which way to break.

Kane quickly wore down the droid’s shields, but that didn’t stop either Kane or the droid from trying to out do each other. The droid pitched and began to climb, and Kane simply smirked and began to dive. This confused the droid, causing it to break off it’s maneuver. This bought Kane all the time he needed, angling back towards the belly of the droid TIE and waiting for guidance lock. The tone sounded in the cockpit and Kane unleashed one of his two remaining missiles. Kane reduced his airspeed as much as possible to put distance between the TIEs so that any damage he took from the concussive blast upon impact would cause on his own fighter.

Kane couldn’t sit too long, but he couldn’t help watching the missile streaking closer and closer. As if by some strange twist of fate, at the moment of impact with the droid, Kane’s own warning system sounded, alerting him to an incoming missile. Starting from only thirty percent speed, he quickly accelerated as hard as he could and banked wide. He warning was getting louder and more urgent. Kane tried to survey the distance between himself and the missile, but he couldn’t spin around enough to see clearly.

Without any other options, Kane deployed his flares and broke into a hard-g barrel roll, praying that the missile was close enough to take the bait. He felt as though he had pushed his craft through a black hole by the time he brought the craft around proper. No warnings in his cockpit and no gaping hole trying to suck him into space. With a sigh of relief Kane surveyed his radar and noticed that there were friendlies nearing the CR90s.

“Like hell you do!” Kane guided his TIE towards the flight forming offensive passes near the Tyat.

“Kaph 2 and Kaph 8, I didn’t receive an invitation to the party with the big boys!” Kane radioed to his squad mates, closing the distance between them. He saw the droid chasing down Bacredi get lit up, and he watched with a grin as Sovern blew out the pod from another fighter. It was appearing as though he was missing all the fun.

With a single missile left, no chaff to deploy in case one of the nine remaining droids feels ambitious, and less than a quarter of his shield power remaining, it was going to be a close fight. Kane rolled hard to avoid fire from the Tyat as he approached, then returned fire of his own. He saw the impact on the ship’s hull, but a fighter against the CR90 was akin to trying to take out the Death Star with a blaster rifle. Still, it satisfied him to know that the Tyat was vulnerable, even if not by a great enough degree to make him able to rip it apart by himself. The return fire did get the attention of a droid in the area, who immediately fell in behind Kane.

“Kaph 4 this is Kaph 8, you’ve got a bogie on your six.”

Thank you Captain Obvious Kane thought as he broke hard for the Tyat. It was a suicide move, but he felt he could move faster than the turrets on the underside of the corvette. Flying low and fast, Kane lined up his fighter with the turret that seemed to anticipate his move. Kane went into a tight spiral dive just as the turret fired, missing his fighter but clipping the wing off the droid behind him. The droid began to spiral as well, but not intentionally and not as gracefully as Kane. Kane kept diving, trying hard not to vomit in his helmet as his body reacted to the g-forces of the maneuver. It was either keep diving or stay within range of that turret, neither of which he wanted to do but he opted for the lesser of two evils.

After he dove for what seemed like a light year, Kane pulled out and shook his head hard, trying to clear the cobwebs and regain some sort of normal vision. Trying to study the radar as dizzy as he was was no small feat, but he managed to notice he had put quite a bit of distance between himself and the Tyat above. This also meant a bit of distance between himself and the rest of his squadron, who he was sure were running as ragged as he was.

Without delay, Kane pitched upwards, angling himself away from the danger zone under the Tyat and climbing steadily back towards the battle. He couldn’t resist looking out for the damaged droid fighter, and was elated to see a one-winged TIE/D trying to make it’s way towards a corvette for safety.

“Not today you won’t” would have been the last thing the droid heard, if it could hear Kane. Instead, it would have to settle for the sound of it’s hull being torn apart by laser blasts the instant before the fighter was destroyed and the droid was nothing more than another mark on the back of Kane’s helmet.

“This is Kaph 4. Two more notches on my belt. Are there plans on attacking the 90s before they make any jump, or are we just going to let them go?”

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1017 words, 8 droids remaining. Can't wait to rip apart the C90s...

Saadia was in his TIE Fighter and said: "There are the enemies, I better move in closer." He moved in closer and the enemies weren't there! "Oh my gosh they disappeared! I'll go and find other enemies."
BOOM!!! A laser hit Saadia's TIE. Saadia heard another laser fire and just dodged it. He then slowed down and the enemies went in front of him and Saadia fired like crazy but not any shots hit the
targets. They then got behind Saadia and fired. Saadia looked at his shield display and it said: "WARNING." Saadia then pressed some buttons that he didn't know what they did, and a guided missile came out and missed one of his enemies. "Darn!"  "I just have to know which button I pressed and I can try again." Saadia started pressing buttons franticly. "There!" "Got it" said Saadia. Nothing came out...
but his WARNING sign stopped. "I must of found and extra shield!"

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0 enemies destroyed.
P.S. This is my first story post on here and I don't know if I am on or off track. Someone please tell me if so.

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C-3PX2's Note: Note, this post must be lengthened to meet recent changed in Kaph Squadron Posting Standards. See Kaph Topic for details.

Hearing the attempted insult from Kane made, Sovern laugh and shake his head. A cursory look showed that Crimson squadron was forming up to start rounding up stray fighters and ready an attack run on the CR90’s. Checking his IFF and RADAR he saw his flight forming up on the opposite end of the battle from Crimson squadron along with portions of flights one and two. Setting course to rendezvous with his compatriots Sovern began to cross the battle field. Things were slowing down as there were less droids to fight and many of the fighters were damaged. Checking his manifest he realized that he had better get in to the hanger and take advantage of the slowness of the battle.

After reporting to his flight leader he rounded a turn and made for the hanger of the Lobos. Passing through the shields he could feel the resistance against the fighter before he felt the light shutter as he passed through the artificial atmosphere and landed. As the technicians began to swarm over his fighter Sovern grabbed a wrench and proceeded to help the already over worked techs repair his assigned fighter.

Priority went to the empty missile rack locking out the arming device on the remaining missiles Sovern worked at loosening the quick disconnects. Once the quick disconnects were loosened he got under one end of the pods as a tech got under the other end. “Okay one…two…three” With that they lifted the missile rack up and off the locking hooks. Grabbing fresh munitions the techs loaded the racks to capacity. This put Sovern in to a dilemma leave the missiles off and have increased maneuverability or reload the missiles and have increased fire power. Looking out side at the battle the Lilith, Twilight squadron and the lancers was having with the CR90’s Sovern nodded and helped heft the loaded missile rack up on to his fighter.

Next were the damaged portions of his craft the scraping damage on his upper aileron required that the whole upper portion would need replacing rather than removing individual sections for expediency sake. Grabbing an Allen wrench he began dismantling the upper aileron while the replacement was being pulled out of storage. In no time the aileron was replaced and the damaged pylons repaired. Once refueled Sovern jumped in to his fighter, before he took off the techs asked why he assisted in the repairs and refueling. Sovern mealy smiled and said “Many hands make light work.” With that he took off the whole repair and refueling too less than ten minuets. Reentering the battle Sovern relaxed there was four Droids left twenty four left in Kaph squadron and twenty left in Crimson not bad if a Droid engaged he would drop it but right now he surveyed the battle between the Lilith Twilight and the lancers they seamed to be holding their own and he expected that Kaph and Crimson would be recalled shortly for new instructions.

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495 words, no kills 4 fighters left

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Blue is right. You two need to grow up and start working together.

One squad of TIE/d Droid Star fighters was all that remained. Ph'rranix targeted the nearest one and accelerated to attack speed.
It took a few seconds for the Kaph XO to reel his victim into range of his blaster cannons. He pulled into .5 clicks of his the TIE/d and fired twice. The droid instinctivley rolled to the left to avoid the lasers moving at a blistering pace toward him. The droid dropped into somewhat of a variance between a corckscrew and high-G left hand turn, with Stormz following his every move. Ducking below the TIE he was chasing, Kaph 5 gained some ground on his adversary and began firing rampantly. A single shot skipped across the top of his cockpit. Another severed the arm connecting the left wing to the cockpit. As it spun out of control, Stormz let a few more shots go, one slamming into the main drive and sending the fighter into a ball of flames.

[Thrree morre to go ladies,] growled Ph'rranix in a somewhat exicted voice. [Jokerr pull onto my six and coverr me.]

"Roger Kaph 2-1," came the reply from Leading Crewman Jokerace. Together, they pulled up and toward the last full flight of the warlord's Droid Star fighters.

[Brreak forrmation Jokerr. I want you to cirrcle high and rright. I will attack them frrom the opposite dirrection. If this goes corrrrectly, the two fighterrs should rrun into eachotherr.]

They broke formation about 2 clicks away from their combatants. Stormz dropped for a few seconds before leveling out and rolling left a few times. Joker rose for three seconds then jerked to the right.

[You rready Kaph six?] asked Kaph 5.

"Ready when you are," the reply came instantaneously and filled with excitement. For this would be Jokerace's first kill of his career as one of the Vast Empire's Naval pilots.

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WC= 314. It's short but I have some respondsibilities to take care of today. Expect another post tonight.

Ph'tranix dropped in behind Jokerace's attacker as another Droid fighter swooped in with all cannons blazing toward Ph'rranix's TIE.

[Jokerrt, make a High-G turn to the rright and go afterr that otherr bogey. I will firre as you begin the manueverr,] he said confidently.

"I hope you've got good aim," Kaph 6 responded nervously. "Initiating High-G turn." With that, Ph'rranix fired and watched as his target blew into thousands of fragments. Suddenly his missile warning sounded.

[Hey bud he's going forr a torrpedo lock.] Ph'rranix roared.

"Almost got him. Just don't let him fire or your going to be toast," Joker replied almost in a joking voice. Ph'rranix took a quick look behind him as the droid began firing again. The Kaph XO swerved left and right, rolled back and forth, and pitched up and down to keep from being turned into nothingness. Stormz accelerated as hard as he could and broke left, then right, then left once more before pulling into a barrel roll to the left. With his barrel roll half complete, Stormz yanked back on the joystick, causing his fighter to drop violently. As he did that manuever, the droid fired several more shots, narrowly missing the TIE/ln that the Kaph XO occupied.

[Kaph 6, wherre the hell arre you?] Ph'rranix roared ferociously.

"That little manuever you did was to strong for me. I had to back off."

[Well how much longerr arre you going to lollygag arround?]

"I am on my way. I will be there momentarily." The last word had just gotten out when the droid fired two more shots. Landing one on the top right panel of the right wing. The other simmered the metal on the hatch on the top of the TIE. Stormz was now stuck.

“Roger that” Sovern replied and formed up with his flight allowing Krius to take his position in the flight. Coordinating his flight computer with the other three members, he adjusted his shields to seventy five percent of maximum power to the forward shields leaving his rear shields at twenty five percent.  Nearing the closest CR90 he could feel the concussion waves of the turbo lasers and anti fighter blasters and he knew that a direct for either one would mean no more flying. Another turbo laser blast concussed above his fighter and he thought to himself Only an idiot would attack these in a fighter. Another anti-fighter blast spread across his shields as he pondered what he just thought than another occurred to him Only the king of idiots would attack these in a lone fighter. With that he chuckled and locked on the first target of the lead corvette.

Sovern’s flight computer alerted him when he had a firing solution switching to missiles he fired fore of theme in rapid succession. The missiles followed their guided course easily enough the first two that hit their energy dissipated across the shield. The missiles from the rest of the squadron dropped the shields protecting the main drives; just in time for his last two missiles hit the main drives in brilliant explosions, but the corvettes armor was strong and it would take more than just two little fighter missiles to do real damage to the corvettes drive systems but he did his part.

Pulling off Sovern followed his flight and squadron in another round against the lead corvette. Once again he targeted the main drives and fired his missiles in conjunction with his flight this time just two rounds, he had to save some for the other corvettes. As the flight broke off attack he was reminded or a mosquito trying to bite a rancor.

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318 words following the Senior Chief

Max felt his COMLink buzz in his ear before hearing Ph'rannix's voice.

      "Heads up Max, new guy comin into your flight. Name is.......Krius. Know him?" Max grinned to himself. Never thought he'd hear that name again.

      "Yeah I know him. Me and Krius- FRAK!" Max and Sovern swerved to avoid a huge piece of debris that had just broken off a CR90.

      "Max? Max?! Max, come in, do you copy??" Max shifted his head in his helmet, to remove sweat that was trailing down from his hairline. God, he had almost forgotten the thrill of flying

      "Yes, I'm here Ph'rann. just a piece of frakkin; debris or summit......No yeah, me and Krius  are old-school Kaph. As in before the reforms." There was a puase on the other end.

      "Right, I'm hooking up your COMLinks. Stand by." There was a hiss of static as the lines crossed, but then they cleared, and Max said,

      "Krius? You there? Didn't think I'd being seeing you again."

      "Same here Max. Im en-route to your location."

      "Right-O. Sovern?" said Max switching channels briefly. "Ne guy joining Flight Three, let him fall in behind you."

      "Roger Sir." Krius fell in beind Sovern, assuming formation position and copying Max's every move.

      "Good moves Krius. You still got it I see. What was that you useed to say? All Guts, no Shields? Back in the days when we had shields. Or at least any worh mentioning. Anyway, new orders in, attack CR90s. Guess that means us too. Right you pair, follow my lead."

        Max dived in behind a CR90 with his Flight, weaving towards it and avoiding the defensive armerament being sent their way.

        "Flight Three, divert power to torpedoes." Max did so himself, turnng down the given power to his shields and rasing that of his weapons. "Right, nearing target, preapare for enagement!" The flight hurtled towards the CR90, before Max yelled "FIRE!" , and three sets of torpedos were released at the engines of the frigate. They hit dead on, made the engine flash and sputter, but had little other effect. "Damn it. Right, another pass Flight Three." The Flight circled before back down on the tail of the craft. "Same as before, power to torpedoes." The Flight was careering through space at the CR90 for a second time, when Max gave the order, "Release,"  and let go of the missiles along with the other members of his flight. Once again, the bolts hit the engine of the frigate, once again with little effect.

        "Right Flight Three, try it again."

"This is Twilight One, all Vast Empire Naval Pilots under the callsigns of Kaph, Twilight, or Crimson that are currently available. Form on me, move into Attack Pattern Delta, when we reach our targets move into Attack Pattern Vectra. I don't want to get hit by any crossfire when we split for Attack Pattern Vectra, so split into three groups and spread out!" Bacredi heard the message in his COM, and he was outside the battle. He moved closer to Twilight One's TIE Fighter, Bacredi's Ion Engines pushed him through deep space quicker than anything. And in no time whatsoever Bacredi was located behind Twilight One's TIE Fighter. Twilight two through twelve was there, they had taken no hits so far into the battle. All remaining Crimson members formed as well, along with Kaph 9-Max Fagron-the eight Crimson Pilots merged with the two Kaph Pilots. Causing two lines-one of twelve TIE Fighters, the other of 10 TIE Fighters-to move towards the enemy CR90s.

"Interceptor, this is Crimson Leader. We are going to need covering fire when we move into the enemy formation." Chief Warrant Officer Deilling's voice rang through Bacredi's, and every other Vast Empire Naval Pilot that was battling above Yetton V's moon COMs.

"... Crskk ... Copy that Crimson Leader, Corellian Corvette Awareness and Sting move in with us. Corellian Corvette Bastion cover us from afar." The Zabrak Captain of the Interceptor replied back to Crimson Leader's message. "We will escort you in."

"Copy, all Kaph, Twilight, and Crimson Pilots currently under Attack Pattern Delta break Pattern. Form up in Attack Pattern Delta 71 percent speed outside the Awareness, Sting, and Interceptor's formation. Once we all get a shot at the nearest CR90-" Crimson leader paused, they were still extremely far away from the enemy CR90s. "-the Tyat is what my console reads. Anyway when we all get a shot off at the Tyat I want all of you to move into Attack Pattern Vectra, move into four groups and then begin to reek hell."

Attack Pattern Delta would put all of the Vast Empire Naval Pilots in line for one or two shot, then when they put a shot out at the Tyat. Then when they moved into Attack Pattern Vectra they would move around in little groups, hitting key spots on the CR90s. Forming up with the three allied CR90s, Twilight, Crimson, and Kaph members moved into the two lines they had been earlier. Dropping their speed to 71 percent the ships flew along with the CR90s, and now they were closer to the enemy formation. Laserfire already streaked inside the Enemy Formation-Kaph Members-and Lancer Frigates were reaking hell.

"Attack Pattern Delta." Crimson Leader spoke into his COM, "Go now!" Twenty-two standard model TIE Fighters flew towards the enemy formation. Leaving the three CR90s alone, but they responded to this by barraging the enemy with red laserfire. "Moving in... brace!" The Tyat came into full view. And it began to fire, all the ships broke formation and then moved through the bullets-dodging every single one. "Crimson One firing." Crimson Leader Fired at the bridge, followed by Bacredi and Max. Shots rang everywhere and all the ships of Twilight and Crimson, along with the two members of Kaph had fired. The Tyat revolved its rear turret as Bacredi moved under the belly of the ship. Letting two shots ring Bacredi hit the turret twice, but the Turret also swiveled and fired to. Missing Bacredi, the fighter on his back-Crimson 12-was hit. Debris flew everywhere, and Bacredi moved along like nothing had happened. Twilight 2 and 3 swooped forward towards the under-turret and fired, sparks began to move around as the pair of Twilight Pilots dodged all of the Tyat's shots. Fire began to broil on the hull of the Tyat and more shots streaked onto her hull.

Bacredi imagined that inside the four Corellian Corvettes that were orbiting Yetton V that in the interior havoc reeked through the gleaming hallways that were probably once used for commercial purposes. He imagined that as Bacredi swooped down for another pass that the turrets on the Corvette would fire in fear, and the inside of the Corellian Corvette would shake as two blasts would hit the hull. Bacredi was dead right. Twilight 2 and 6 followed Bacredi in for another pass, the TIE Solar Panel wings gleamed in the moonlight and then the three black TIE Fighters let out two shots. Green bursts from the mounted turrets on all three of the standard issue TIE Fighters. The bottom turret on the Tyat then let out a squeak, and it then exploded into a million pieces. Blast Doors moved and then covered up the spot the turret had been, making sure vacuum didn't enter the ship.

The Interceptor gently eased into the battle, covering herself with laserfire from the six mounted turrets and fire support from the Vast Empire Naval Squadrons. Bastion, another Corellian Corvette moved in a constant circle around the battlefield. Streaks of laserfire gleamed from the Bastion's turrets, every time they lined up a perfect shot they took it. Exiting the pass the three TIE Fighters-Bacredi, and two pilots from Twilight-took a sharp left. The Interceptor had now positioned itself in-between two of the enemy CR90s, one of them was the Tyat, and the three pilots dodged the blasts from the Interceptor as they streaked past them and impacted onto the Tyat.

"All Pilots, this is the Interceptor. We are having some trouble with the Tyat's top turret, take em' out boys." The Interceptor's COM Officer spoke to the three squadrons that were still in the fold. Replies from Kaph, Twilight, and Crimson Leaders marked the spot were Bacredi broke off from Crimson 2 and 6. He pushed his Ion Engines up to fire twice at the Tyat's turret. But a few Crimson pilots had already beat him to the turret, and their deaths. Crimson 9 took a direct hit, splattering debris over a small section of space. "C'mon boys!" The Interceptor was sandwiched between two enemy CR90s, a daring move came next. The Interceptor pushed back, and then moved upwards. The engines scraping along the Tyat's hull, this lined them up for a perfect shot. Numerous shots rang and the Tyat's top turret was no more.

Bacredi watched as the enemy formation was tightened, and laserfire began to batter them even harder. All ships part of Taskforce: Iron Sweep pushed their engines to full power, blue and red ion engines pushed towards the Lobo and the Serenity. The Interceptor and Sting began to pull themselves out of the now enemy formation in fear of being trapped. A few members of Crimson and Twilight Squadron accompanied them, it was four versus two.

"... Crskk ... Crskk ... Crskk ..." That was the sound Bacredi heard through his COM, Bacredi checked his COM and saw that the static was coming from the Lobo. "... Crskk ... Outpost Viverro, this is the Lobo. We are in direct need of starfighter support, we are losing more men by the minute! Please send out your TIE Interceptor squadron immediately!"

"Dreadnought Lobo this is Vast Empire Listening Outpost Viverro, we are sending out our TIE Interceptor squadron. They will be in the battle soon!" Bacredi guided his fighter along with the other members of Kaph and Twilight Squadrons towards the enemy formation, crossfire grazed the TIEs as they crossed the gap that was located in-between the Enemy, and the Vast Empire. The retreating CR90s Interceptor and Sting were located in the middle of this gap, they were attempting to retreat to the Lobo and the Taskforce Formation. Flights 1 and 3 had to re-stock on missiles, and they were coming back from the Lobo to aid Flight 2.

"Attack Pattern Delta!" C-3PX2's droid voice rang through Bacredi's COM. Bacredi's TIE Fighter was located directly behind his, and the Senior Crewman flew in the same path as C-3PX2. A grin came onto Bacredi's face as the enemy formation came closer, red blasts were visible along the Battlefield, and they disappeared a second later.

"Go now!" Bacredi responded to his wingmate, the Tyat's hammerhead-shaped bridge was right in Bacredi's sights. Two shots from C-3PX2 hit the bridge, and C-3PX2 then swerved right. Bacredi shot twice as well, the turrets on the CR90 didn't know what target to focus on as Bacredi swerved left. Now Saadia shot twice, he then aimed his fighter upwards and flew up. Max Fagron's flight then shot, Max went first and swirved in another direction. Then Sovern and Krius. The turrets were confused and were moving in different directions-Kaph had gotten them. Bacredi moved his fighter over another CR90, then he swerved his fighter down to the bottom of another CR90. Taking shots both those times Bacredi turned around and noticed that a TIE Interceptor squadron had came into the battle, and Bacredi's Console picked them up as Aggressor Squadron. Perfect, Bacredi thought. They needed quicker ships.

"Aggressor Squadron, good to see you here!" Crimson Leader said, his male voice was filled with delight, just a second later he screamed in pain. "AH!" Crimson Leader blew out of space, debris from his fighter littered a small space above the Tyat. Soon enough he would be honored with victory.

"Eh... Glad to be in the party to boys. Aggressor Squadron form up, lets hit the Tyat, hit em' hard!" Aggressor Leader's Corellian Accent filled all the COMs, and 12 TIE Interceptors glided into the battle. They went strait for the Tyat's last remaining turret, the Tyat's turret couldn't hit such a fast moving target. "Watch yourself Aggressor 3."

"Pressure Steady..." Bacredi muttered to himself, flying over the Tyat's bridge and letting loose a missile. The missile impacted on the bridge, now flames began to erupt on the hull-the Tyat would soon be finished. Now the Awareness and Bastion, the two CR90s that hadn't been retreating joined the battle from the back. The Bastion pushed down and into the enemy formation, streaks of red laserfire came from its turrets as the Tyat was butchered into space dust. Aggressor Squadron then went strait for the Bridge, and now they were done. Debris scattered through Space as the Tyat exploded into a million pieces, and escape pods left the Tyat.

"Good job Squadrons!" The Lobo's Captain spoke through his COM, "Escape pods are jumping from the Tyat, pick them up!" Bacredi aimed his TIE fighter down towards the six escape pods that were leaving the now destroyed CR90. One of them was moving slower than most, Bacredi found it as his first victim. Firing twice they streaked the escape pod and sent it haywire, sent it haywire straight into the Awareness' turret's targeting range. The Escape Pod flew into separate pieces, and bodies began to flush out. Bacredi then went to check for survivors, there was none.

"Gah!" Twilight 4 spat into his COM, his TIE, or what was left of it, flew through space in a giant fireball. The fireball then changed course to a CR90, somehow Twilight 4 pulled that off. He sent it straight into an enemy CR90's engines. The TIE exploded, that explosion marked the peek of the battle. The two Lancer Frigates that the Vast Empire Taskforce: Iron Sweep had drifted towards the CR90s. Along with the rest of the formation, laserfire exchanged more feverishly than ever. Bacredi moved his fighter up in par with an enemy CR90, and fired twice. Soon enough one Lancer Frigate was on the enemy's tail. Close range laserfire began to heat up, and now the TIE Fighters and Interceptors were nothing but mere fodder.

Max Fagron and Bacredi were now lined up for a perfect shot at the enemy CR90 Adjacent, and they let loose hell. Once they reached the Adjacent they stopped firing and took their separate paths, making way for the Bastion to butter up the Adjacent. Aggressor Squadron came past Bacredi's fighter, firing faster than ever. Now a "... beep ... beep ... beep ... beep ..." sounded, and Bacredi watched as one of the CR90s shot at a TIE Interceptor, blasting it into oblivion.

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just thought I would bring in that TIE Interceptor Squadron that C-3 said they had. :P

“Oh my god…” Krius whispered to himself, his face suddenly pale. Just moments ago the VEN looked as if they were going to be victorious. They had the enemy fleet on their heels, and all it would take was one more devastating blow. All this quickly changed when Krius witnessed the destruction of four capital ships in less then a minute. Throughout Krius’ Navy career, he had witnessed many strange and horrible things, but this… This just topped the charts. The VEN fleet had been demolished, literally. Kaph squadrons backbone had just been broken, and from the looks of it, a whole lot more was going to break if they didn’t act fast.

“C-3, lets hit ‘em fast and hard. We can’t give them anytime to recover; it’s the only way we’ll get out of this alive,” Krius said over the comm., trying to sound as calm as he could. 

“You’re right. Kaph Squadron, focus on the eyeballs first. Fly like you’ve never flown before, and don’t let up one bit,” said the Squadron Commander.

Krius steered his TIE away from the wreckage, pointing the nose of his TIE towards a group of red dots on his radar. Reaching up towards an overhead control panel, Krius pressed a few buttons and turned a green dial, bringing his ships shields to the front of the Fighter. He jammed the throttle forward, and watched anxiously as the red dots grew closer at an even faster rate. Krius reached towards the weapons controls. Like a concert pianist, his fingers flew over the various buttons and dials, beeps resonating from the ships computer as data flew across the screen. Krius had adjusted the linked cannon fire to focalize at 100 meters, perfect for an open spaced fight like this. He turned his attention back to the radar. It seemed the enemy fighters hadn’t noticed them yet. This was good; they had the element of surprise.

Turning to the targeting HUD display, Krius focused the aiming reticule on the nearest enemy fighter. He anxiously watched as the distance decreased second by second, his finger hovering over the button that would send the bastard to hell. The next few seconds would determine whether or not Kaph would get out of this alive. The next few seconds would put their title to the test.  Did they really deserve ‘The Captains Own?’

Krius slammed his finger down on the red button, answering the question with a burst of linked cannon fire. A millisecond later, the oblivious TIE Pilot was blown into oblivion, his ship ripped apart by the cannon fire. “I’ve got one eyeball down, repeat, one eyeball down,” Krius said, his voice sounding more serious then ever.

“I’ve got a kill! Make that two!” Shouted Blue Leader.

One by one Kaph reported their kills, counting up a total of nine kills on the first pass. One thing Krius knew for certain was that those bastards didn’t deserve to fly TIE’s. mediocre pilots didn’t deserve to fly such a beautiful space craft. They were all about to learn what real TIE Pilots fought like, and they were all about to learn who Kaph Squadron was.

This was going to be one hell of a fight.

Slinging his TIE toward the Serenity, Stormz accelerated to match his squad's pace. He didn't know where they were headed. All he knew was that C-3PX2 had an eerie feeling that whatever happened next wouldn't be good. That part was evident enough from the text message sent from the Squadron Commander to Stormz. The Wookiee glanced at the opposers one last time, the task force was still trying to lay waste to any enemy craft within reach of their targetting system. One-by-one the Warlord's Corvettes and Lancer Frigates disasppeared into hyperspace.

===Aboard the Serenity===

"Sir," the navigation officer said to the captain. "I have retrieved the enemy's destination from when they broadcast it to their fleet."

"Excellent, have the fleet prepare for hyperspace .Once Kaph Squadron has docked with us, We will jump immediately." Replied the captain. He seemed very upbeat for the amount of losses dealt to the Vast Empire during the previous battle.

A few minutes later and Kaph had docked with the Serenity.

"All clear sir," said the communications officer.

"Right," replied the captain. "Inform the four CR90's to remain in the Yetton system in defensice formation. They are to report back to us ever few hours."

"Sir," responded the comm officer while flipping a switch to open the channel. He informed each ship of their responsibility and promptly shut the channel down. He sat and waited for the captain to give the signal for hyperspace.

A moment later, the captain began giving the affirmative for launching into hyperspace. Everyone on the deck watched as the fleet shot into hyperspace. Finally it was their turn. The Serenity lurched forward, stars became starlines before everyones eyes as they rocketed forward.

===In the Hangar===

Stormz exitted his small TIE/ln Fighter. He was glad to be out of it. That blast to the top of his craft had welded him inside and he was going uncomfortable while sitting inside the normal sized spacecraft.

[Finally!] the Wookiee roared as he stretched out. C-3 chuckled as he walked upto his XO.

"Great job out there today," the droid complimented Ph'rranix. "We did well I think."

[Yeah, not a single Kaph memberr was lost to enemy firre.]

"That we did. I am going to my room, see you in a few hours." With that, the pair parted ways, each going to their respective rooms.