Frak. I was just getting my hopes up that we would get through the battle unscathed.

Hunter was dodging lasers from the TIEs that were in pursuit of him when Jade commented on the now active platform. They also had a temporary wingmate, Ibram Tyrol, who joined them during the battle. They were backed up by more squadrons, and Jade and Hunter were in Interceptors which ensured that they had a good chance that they would take out a few TIEs without getting shot down. Ibram wasn’t in an Interceptor like Hunter and Jade, but his skills more than made up for it. Even though they had yet to get hit, that wouldn’t make much of a difference if the active platform hit the Imperian again because it would most likely be blown apart and if they got lucky and that didn’t happen, it would disabled. That alone would cripple the whole fleet.

“Jade, two bogeys on you tail.” Hunter said

“I see them.” Jade replied.

She feinted to the right and one of the TIEs took the bait. It flew perfectly into Hunter’s sights and as soon as it did, it was gone. Jade was unable to shake the second TIE pilot, who must be an expert to be able to stay on Jade, who was managing to evade a lock from Hunter, who was flying after them. Hunter was waiting for an opening to shoot the TIE down when he felt weird buzz on the nape of his neck. The feeling intensified into a cold tingling that made his hair stand on end. Somehow, he felt he had to take the shot right about … now. Hunter squeezed the trigger and let loose a volley of fire that completely obliterated the cockpit of the TIE, leaving the wings to spread apart and drift out into space. He was elated, but he just couldn’t get that weird feeling off his mind. What was it and why did it come at that particular moment?

Ahh, never mind. That’s a thought for later date. Right now I have to focus completely on the battle. I can’t let my thoughts distract me or I could be killed. Now focus. Focus. Focus.

“Thanks for that Hunter. Although that near about hit me, I owe you one.” Jade said tiredly.

“No, that’s two you owe me. Remember a while ago, when you asked me to help you pull of the Sandwich and I shot down the pilot who was following you.”

“Yeah. Your right. Now lets get back to the battle.”

An ISD, an Acclamator, and two Neubs were the only enemy capital ships in sight right then, though that was probably going to change soon. They were doomed unless the Golan platform was prevented somehow. It would be a miracle if that happened because then they would be able to move unhampered until the enemy got the other platform up and running.

We have to at least try. If we don’t take it then we’re as good as dead.

“Sir, if you don’t mind. I have a suggestion.” Hunter said.

“Okay, shoot.” answered Ibram.

“If we can assemble a strike team, then maybe we can assault the platform.”

“That’s crazy… so crazy it just might work. That is a great idea Hunter.”

Now all he needs to do is call it in and get authorization. Then we can fly out there and take it out.

(OOC:572 words. I'm getting better.)

Boom, boom, boom.

Soft thunders of space fighters firing upon each other, ships being torn into by lasers, bombs going off. It was hell up here in deep space. Phineus looked down as fighters burst into flames, trying to not let the risky pilot come out in him. With the way his TIE was damaged, he wouldn’t stand any chance in a fight. His lasers were down, his shields were gone. He wouldn’t last a minute. Or would he?

Phineus pushed the TIE’s nose down as he descended back into the heat of the battle, and as soon as he rejoined the fight, he already had an enemy engage him. He certainly wasn’t the only one.

“Hunter-Morrell here,” Hunter spoke through the com. He had disengaged from his wingmen to lend a hand to any ally, and had too quickly gained an attacker, “I’ve got one hot on my tail.”

Phineus viewed his displays, seeing HM’s blip not to far from his own. Without lasers, the only thing Phineus could productively do was sacrifice himself, or offer himself up as a distraction. Well, there was always…

“Sicario to Hunter, do you read?”

Hunter confirmed, “I do.”

Phineus hoped that Hunter would be up to the task, what he was about to ask was not something certain kinds of folk would be willing to do. But it would take both of their attackers off their tales, and it would make Phineus not so useless.

“Adjust your path three meters to the right, and keep pushing forward, full speed,” Phineus commanded.

Hunter sounded a bit off, “Hold that Sicario, that path would end up flying directly into each other.”

“That’s the plan, kid,” Phineus said, grinning to himself, letting his smile come out in his speech, “ever play chicken?”

Hunter did not sound too pleased, “With all due respect, Sir, that’s suicide.”

Phineus chuckled a bit, “It would be for an inexperienced pilot. Look, it sounds insane, but my lasers are no good, and if I get shot, even clipped a bit and I become one with death. I don’t look so useless if I can take out two bogeys at once with your help.”

Anden decided to chime in on the conversation, much to Phineus’ surprise, “Sounds noble of you.”

For the first time in his life, there weren’t any emotions for Phineus to hide; he felt quite in control of himself, “I’m just doing my job, you up to it, Hunter?”

It took a few seconds for a response to come, but it did, “Yes. But if anything happens, you take the heat.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The plan did sound a bit crazy to Phineus, and he even heard scared ‘whooing’ emanating from TK, but it would work. Phineus felt it. He knew himself, he knew how good of a pilot he was. He wasn’t anything great, but he could certainly handle this. If not, then at least he tried.

Phineus pushed the TIE to full throttle, although it wasn’t flying quite as fast as it could have. The hit he took wore the engines down pretty well, and they were nowhere near one-hundred percent. But Phineus held his confidence in himself, in Hunter, in his feelings, all close to his mind. He knew they could do it. Phineus found it odd that he wasn’t trying to show off with this maneuver. Showing off had once been his biggest flaw, but now all he cared about was extending, if not completely saving, the lives of his fellow pilots. Some he knew personally, so how could he not care about them so? Some he never met, but if you’re a pilot, you’re automatically in the family, sharing such a strong bond with pilots across the universe. This was the Navy. It was exactly what Phineus wanted when he joined, and it took him this long to realize that. Now was his time to show his worth, to carry his weight. Now was the time to own the skies.

“We’re coming in too fast,” Hunter exclaimed.

No, no this is perfect.

“Negative Hunter,” Phineus spoke, “this is just right. Keep your speed, I repeat, keep your speed. When I say when, you break downwards, I break upwards. It’ll be close, but trust me, we’ve got this.”

Phineus spoke in a strong, leading manner, convincing Hunter that everything would work out as planned. Phineus actually believed that as well. He didn’t second guess himself, didn’t worry, he did nothing but fly. The plan was in its final seconds now. Phineus took in a deep breath, in through his mouth, and released it smoothly through his nose.

We’ve got this, kid.

“Break!” Phineus exclaimed, pulling up hard on the yoke.

As soon as the word came out, Hunter broke downward rapidly, their two TIE fighters coming within centimeters of rubbing cockpit to cockpit. Phineus peered through his back view port, seeing the climatic clash of enemy TIE’s, then being swallowed up by red hot flame.

“Ace flying, Hunter,” Phineus said. He had a strong feeling this wouldn’t be their last time flying alongside each other.

Hunter let out his words, filled with deep breathing, “You too, sir,” Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle from the adrenaline rush, “You too.”

Phineus smiled, Anden chimed back in, “I’m going to go out on a limb here, Phin, and assume you have that grin spread across your face.”

Phineus chuckled in reply, “You know it, buddy.”

“Phin, you’re still one odd quack,” they shared laughter, “it’s good to have you back.”

Phineus ascended once again, needing another break to let his systems cool down. He felt good inside, a sense of pride, but not for himself. For Hunter, for Viper, for the entire group of pilots. They all were respectable. They were Phineus’ brothers, sisters, friends.

Gizkas, it’s good to be back.


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The flight from his TIE made Lukas feel a little better about things after taking out the Bombers that were heading towards another one of their ships. He had hoped to do the same to the other enemy fighters who wanted to end this battle with victory on their side. Looking to the controls, everything was as he had put it, including still having his laser levels on their max. Lukas was ready to blow up anything that wasn't friendly on his scanners. Revenge was mostly on his mind, and he didn't care in the least.

Following Anden's lead, Lukas flew along side Ryno as they gave chase after a squadron of enemy TIE Fighters, heading towards the Twilight Pulse in hopes of finishing what the Bombers had started. Not again, Lukas thought. Not like the Imperian. There were four of them in a tight formation, heading towards the rear of the Cruiser, looking like they were taking aim at the engines. Anden's voice came through the com as Lukas aimed his cannons at the fighter on the farthest left.

"Alright, guys. They're nearing a missile lock, so let's take them down swiftly before they fire those missiles."

"Right," Jacen said. "Nice and easy, right?"

"Exactly." Lukas responded.

As soon as the light turned green, Lukas squeezed tight on the triggers, firing upon the fighter's rear to get an instant kill shot. A smile crept on his face as the fighter exploded in orange and white fire, then two of the same explosion happened as Anden and Ryno took down their targets as well. Only one fighter remained, and Lukas had aimed his sights on him when it launched a pair of missiles at the Twilight Pulse's engines. Lukas's eyes widened as he watched the launch, realizing which target was more important. At that, he turned on his com.

"Ryno, take out the fighter. I'm after the missiles."

"Got it, Fulfiller."

Dumping his laser strength to improve his own engines, Lukas broke from formation and headed straight towards the missiles, not noticing that Ryno had taken out the lone fighter with precision firing. It was good that that was done before any more missiles were launched from it. Lukas sped towards the weapons, aiming at them with a steady grip of his controls and a keen eye. His eyes were watching the fiery entrails that the missiles were leaving behind, not moving those pupils until they were gone. Those missile were outrunning him, but they couldn't fight back. The light went green once more, and with a few good squeezes to the triggers, the missiles were vaporized.

Pulling up from avoiding colliding with the Cruiser, Lukas turned to met with Anden and Ryno once more as he settled into formation once more. "Good thinking, Fulfiller," Anden spoke through the coms. "We need that ship more than ever now that the Imperian is lost.

"Thank you, sir."

Lukas could celebrate later on. Right now, more vengeance needed to be served.

Ibram jumped in his seat as something big, loud, and ablaze screeched past his cockpit.

I don’t think I can take much more of this.

It had been 10 standard minutes since Shoden and the rest of the fleet had turn up, and it was already looking like the Battle of Endor all over again. Catching on to Shoden’s tactics, the remaining enemy forces had also micro-jumped into the fray.

The Golan platform had tired a couple more times to fire on the task force, but had missed both times. Whoever was manning them, it definitely wasn’t the crew.

Gods rest their souls.

Ibram brought his fighter about and surveyed the scene. The Suspense was duking it out blow-for-blow with the enemy ISD, which the IFF had identified as the Ragnarok. The two looked evenly matched at the moment, but that wasn’t a good thing – at this rate neither would survive this battle.

The three lancer frigates were protecting both the Twilight Pulse and the two Broadside cruisers. Knowing that it was a distinct possibility that the two Golan Platforms could have been capture, high command decided to send the Thumper and the Relentless along with the task force. Unfortunately, the frenzy of the clash around them meant that they couldn’t get a fixed lock on the platforms.

The remaining Strike cruiser and the two Carracks were trying to keep the enemy support ships at bay. That was what worried Ibram the most. With the Suspense occupied, the three ships were having to fend off two Neubs, an Acclamator, and 3 Tartan patrol ships.

Well…make that two.

“Vipers, on me, we’re going to try and even the odds. Anyone with missiles left, we’re targeting the Tartan’s.”

Slowly but surely, the scattered fighters of Viper Squadron formed up around him. It was then that Ibram realised something. He’d never led a charge before. He’d never really led anything before…

I’m in charge.

That single thought nearly paralysed him. Fortunately, something odd on the radar screen caught his attention.

“Viper 1, please identify yourself. Is that you sir?”

“Er…negative on that, sir. Petty Officer Gage reporting.”

Phineus!?

Following on from the disaster in hangar 5alpha, Phineus had been confined to the brig for effectively abandoning the squadron, pending an investigation.

So what the frak is he doing here?

“Phin…why are you here?”

“Because there appears to be a war on sir.”

“But you were confined to the Brig.”

“The Brig is currently…out of service, sir.”

Ibram shook his head in disbelief. The pounding the Suspense had sustained so far must have damaged Gage’s cell.

“Couldn’t find your own fighter eh?”

“Fraid not sir, I seem to have misplaced it.”

“Don’t be too hard on him Ibram,” Anden cut in. “He’s been busting his balls to help a few of us out.”

Ibram sighed. As much as he hated Gage for abandoning them, he certainly was making up for it. Just.

“Petty Officer Gage, return to the Suspense at once.”

“…Yes sir.”

“And get your ass back here with a working fighter, ASAP.”

“Y-yes sir!”

“And make sure that droid isn’t with you this time.”

“Droid!? But how did you-“

“You’re not being paid by the hour Petty Officer, move it.”

Gage broke formation and headed towards the Suspense. Ibram opened up his engines, and squadron advanced towards the enemy ships.

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Golan Defence Platform B
In orbit above Ios

Flint stared at the controls in frustration. He didn’t know how to work the main gun. He didn’t want to know, he didn’t even need to know… but because the prisoners would rather die then do something useful, he was being forced to figure out what the blue button does, and what the flashing red button meant…

Kriffing VE scum.

Flint has had a bad feeling about this gig ever since they’d set off. He especially thought that things were going south when first, they lost contact with Bannth, and then with Yetton.

He had to resist the urge to run for the nearest escape pod.

His comlink beeped.

“Flint, I sear to go if you don’t fire something at those scum soon, I’m going to personally give your head to the warlord.”

“Yes boss, I’m right on it.”

Flint stared at the flashing red button.

Here’s to you, Drakan.

He pressed it.

The lights went out.

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Ibram pulled on his control yoke, climbing so that he could escape the explosion below him.

Well, that take’s care of the tartan’s…

Using a combination of luck, good shooting, and even more luck, Viper squadron had managed to take out the two tartan patrol cruisers harassing the flank of Shoden’s formation.

But was it enough?

The Sycorax was flanked on both sides by the two Neubs, and was already starting to show strain. The Acclamator had managed to slip by, and was bearing down upon the two broadsides.

“Golan platform B has gone dark!” Someone shouted over the coms. Ibram looked over towards Ios. The right hand platform had indeed gone dark again, but he could see the left hand one coming to life.

We need a break, and soon.

“Crap! This is Anden, I’ve been hit! I’ve been Hit!”

Ibram jerked round and saw Anden’s fighter, smoke trailing from his ion engines. Behind him, two enemy ties were bearing down on him, closing for the kill.

“Not today lads!”

Ibram watched as Sicario, appearing as if from nowhere, cut across the two bogies from below, destroying one whilst crippling the other.

Ibram grinned and spoke into his com, “You took your time Petty Officer.”

“Well, you know when I said I’d misplaced my fighter? I wasn’t joking…sir.”

Ibram chucked, “Anden, you alright?”

“Sort off, my engines are shot, and I’ve got shrapnel in my leg.”

“Get yourself back away to safety; we’ll come get you after.”

Another signal came in over the Coms:

“Viper, this is Hellas Bomber Squadron. We’re here to support the Sycorax, although we could use some support ourselves.”

“Roger that Hellas. Vipers form up on the bombers. Let’s guide them in.”

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Golan Defence Platform B

Frak.

Flint pressed button after button, but nothing was working.

Frak. Frak. Frak.

He’d already had an earful from that bastard Hawk, and he wasn’t in the mood for another. If only he could find the kriffing power switch…

“Gah!…you stinking schutta!” He snarled, kicking the control panel.

“Hey.”

He turned around.

“Don’t treat my baby like that.

Whoooomp.

Flint fell to the ground.

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“Come on guys! The Sycorax has lost shields! Faster!”

Ibram was frantically weaving in and out of the Neubs, firing at everything, anything he though might be connected to a power conduit.

The Hellas Bombers had managed to severely cripple one of the Nuebs, but the other one was still going strong. The reaming two carracks were dead in the water, and the Sycorax was losing mass at fast rate…

We need a frakking miracle.

“Golan Platform B is coming online again.”

Oh great…

And then, quite suddenly, the engine section Ibram was flying towards went up in a ball of flame. Ibram had to dive out of the way to avoid being incinerated.

Well…that was unexpected.

Ibram tried to find the source of the unexpected help, and looked over towards the Golan Platform…

…which was now targeting the other Golan platform.

Oh.

“All ships, this is Shoden. Someone aboard the Golan platforms is still alive, and they’ve retaken platform B. We now have a window, a chance to break through. I’m sending the Twilight Pulse ahead with Delta Squadron. They’re going to break through to Yetton, contact our forces there.”

Ibram suddenly felt drained. Physically weary, and he wasn’t sure why. Looking around, he suddenly figured it out.

The battle was over.

The two Neubs were flaming husks, along with the Sycorax. The Suspense was struggling to maintain engines, but it was alive – The Ragnarok was dead. The two Golan platforms were chewing away at each other, whilst the remaining enemy fighters were fleeing in every direction.

We’ve won.

Ibram couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at that last thought. Just what had they won? Ibram let go of his control stick and slumped in his seat. He was tired, he was hungry, and he was fed up.

I want to go home.

His radar started bleeping at him.

Go away.

His radar was still beeping at him.

He looked at it, and instantly regretted his decisions.

Swinging his fighter around, he watched the unfolding events in horror.

The Acclamator, realising the battle was lost, had instead decided to blast its way through the rear formation. Ibram watched as, leaving the husks of one of the Lancer’s and one of the broadside’s behind, it fled deeper into the system.

Right towards two fresh and very lean looking Imperial Star Destroyers.

OOC:

Bit of a marathon this one, and it has some admin to go with it.

Please refer to the Viper Main topic for further instructions

I hope he doesn’t hate me, Phineus mused regarding Ibram, and hopefully my actions here will make up for turning my back on him. I was so immature back then, I swear I’ll make it up to my fellow pilots, if it’s the last thing I do.

Phineus bobbed and weaved his TIE throughout dog fights and laser fire making his way back to the Suspense as ordered by Ibram, to get himself back into a working Fighter. The TIE spun down, excelled back up, zipped between lasers, and set its path straight ahead for the Suspense. TK whooed wearily from his cargo compartment.

“Almost there!” Phineus exclaimed with a grin.

This was why he was here. The amount of adrenaline gained from flying with his squadron mates again, taking out enemies with his fellow pilots, almost facing death, now ducking beneath and jumping above laser shots that would had other wise vaporize him. It was such a rush, and Phineus thanked the Gods above for the maturation process he went through during his hiatus. If it wasn’t for maturing, he didn’t think he could handle any of this.

“Um, TK,” Phineus said a few hundred meters out of the Suspense’s hangar bay, “Why haven’t we slowed down?”

TK beeped for Phineus to be patient as he scanned through the TIE’s computer.

“Keep patient?” Phineus smiled wider. It was a bit odd, whenever Phineus went through a rough situation; he smiled rather than worrying about now, “Well, I’m running quite low.”

TK found the problem, the TIE’s engines were so destroyed, that they couldn’t even lower their energy out put, and the internal mechanisms of his right wing’s radiator panels were exposed. It was too late to slowly decelerate now, and braking too fast would break off the solar panels, one of the key weaknesses of the TIE.

“So basically, you’re telling me we’re still screwed?” Phineus shook his head, “Oh, this shouldn’t hurt one bit.”

Phineus did all he could to make the landing less harsh, which wasn’t much.

Well, this is certainly one fitting ending to this Fighter’s day, Phineus pondered.

Phineus angled the TIE to perfectly land, or more appropriately crash, in the vast Hangar bay. The TIE entered the Suspense, it’s wings hitting hard against the durasteel floor. The TIE was angled so that the left wing hit first, and it took in the hardest of the impact, breaking in half.

Tomas is not going to be happy about this.

The TIE screeched along the hangar bay for a few more meters before coming to a halt, nearly missing a few technicians and droids. Shards of glass from the TIE’s cockpit cut into Phineus’ left cheek, his right wrist felt as though it had caught on fire. The pain burned deep into Phineus, but he knew he had no time to take to review his injuries; he had to get back in the air. He had to fight alongside his pilots; he had to make it up to Ibram.

He jumped down from the cockpit onto the hangar’s floor, TK had already wheeled down. Despite all the pain, Phineus still found time for his normal sarcastic nature.

“Another smooth landing, eh TK?”

TK let out some annoyed buzzes, to which Phineus patted his cheese-wheel shaped head.

Alright, now to get my TIE.

-3 minutes later-

Phineus stood there, scratching his head, looking for his TIE Fighter, the one he had flown during Operation Mjolnir. But it was nowhere to be found. TK had disappeared as well. What was going on? TK then wheeled up to Phineus, beeping to let him know that he had found his TIE.

“Sorry, lead the way.” Phineus grinned.

As he prepared to climb into the new cockpit, TK squealed.
Phineus knew he was worried about being left behind.

He thought for a second, “But TK, you have to stay back, I have an important mission for you.”

Phineus was telling a bit of a white lie, but he knew it would make TK happy, Ibram didn’t want to risk the little droid getting injured, or so Phineus joked to himself.

“Oh yeah, TK,” He said after piquing the droid’s interest, “Report to the med bay to check on Tomas, and make sure he gets whatever he needs.”

TK wheeled off, beeping and whistling in excitement. Phineus climbed up into the cockpit, his hand feeling as if he had dipped it into a Mustafar lava river. He winced, tightly shutting his eyes, then reopening them as he strapped himself into the TIE. He fired up the ion engines, the switches were so familiar to him that thinking had become a thing of the past; he now relied on muscle memory. And for him, it’s worked out pretty well so far.

For the most part, the dog fights and laser fire had died down, allowing Phineus a safer travel back up into the battle, but he still kept his wits about him. His right hand however, certainly wasn’t helping. He made a mental note to get it promptly looked at once he got his feet back on the ground. Phineus noticed the two ISDs arriving, darkening the sky with their grey cloaks. It was a beautiful thing to see the craftsmanship of the Imperial design. He also seemed to notice two enemy TIE’s firing on Anden, that didn’t bode well for them in Phineus’ eyes.

Phineus turned the Ion engines up to full power, flying as fast as the TIE could. He climbed through the sky as Anden tried to escape the two bogeys above Phin. Phineus aimed at the TIE leading the attack, in the upper right quadrant of the slower TIE. His sensors beeped, and then turned to a steady droning as he locked on to his target. Phineus narrowed his eyes, and then depressed the trigger. His red lasers landed, destroying the lead enemy, while the following TIE flew right through the outer blast. The combination of the shock wave and the fiery flames horribly crippled the TIE, sending the pilot to eject to a lengthy, painful demise. 

“You took your time Petty Officer,” Ibram sounded.

Phineus butted into the formation, “Well, you know when I said I’d misplaced my fighter? I wasn’t joking…sir.”

Ibram returned a chuckle, and then checked on Anden, whom wasn’t doing well, and had to fly home to the Suspense. Anden chimed out to Phineus.

“Thanks, kid, I owe you.”

Phineus replied, “You’ve done far more for me, I’ll see you when the mission’s over.”

“Do me a favor?” Anden asked.

“Anything.”

“Make sure the squadron gets back home safely.”

“I will.” Phineus said in a low, worried tone.

“Until next time, old friend,” Anden said regrettably, flying back to the ship.

Phineus would certainly miss Anden’s flying in these tough times, and had sincerely hoped he could get his injuries attended to successfully. He wanted, more than anything, to get his friendship back as soon as possible.

All in good time, Phineus thought, all in good time.

Phineus gazed at the spectacle of the two remaining Nebulon’s go down in a blaze of glory, followed by the last of the enemy TIE’s to fly far from the fight. A feeling of relief came across Phineus, he’d now be able to get his feet firmly on the ground, check in with Tomas and Anden, and get his pulsating hand looked at.

This kriffin’ thing keeps pounding, Phineus mused of the pain, what the frak did I do to it?

Then the rumble came. The deep thud of two ISDs entering the battle, side by side. Phineus rolled his eyes, getting himself back into battle mode.

Fierfrek, how much more are we expected to take?

The ISDs looked menacing, and they were in perfect condition as well. With their ships busted up, as well as the pilots who were still around, Phineus began to doubt whether or not they could handle two more war ships.

There’s no time for doubt, Phin, just action.

“Alright men,” Phineus’ tone was strong as he attempted leadership, “Form up on Ibram.”

The Vipers came together in a V-shape formation, Phineus was at awe at how well they all blended together. It truly was like being in a whole new family. Your siblings looked out for you, as you looked out for them. It was a new feeling for Phineus, and he enjoyed it. Phineus was the first pilot to Ibram’s right, and behind Phineus was Aleia.

Phin opened up the com, “Aleia, when we break formation, I want you to stay close to me and Ibram, I'll need you to watch our tails.”

Aleia sent affirmation, “Will do, Sicario.”

“Arkan, Mira, you two are wingmates, same goes for Ryno and Fulfiller,” Phineus felt positive about the situation all of a sudden, “Stay close and keep on the Com. Let’s take it to these banthas.”


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OOC:

To those who will be posting, don't post in reply to mine until the end of your post or until Ibram posts. The end of my post, with us all forming together, is basically a continuation of Ibram's post, so just write in what he suggested, and save forming up for the end. Questions? PM me.

This wasn't what Ryno had expected, it was like a bad nightmare coming to life. Anden was out of the fight, leaving Fulfiller and him to fight, it wasn't that bad though after their last performance; Ryno actually felt a lot safer. The bad thing though was that two new Capital ships had just entered the battle zone, and they were definitely not friendly.

“I don't like the looks of this” Jacen said over the open channel, hoping everyone heard it.

“Neither do I, but we have a job to do.” Fulfiller replied, Jacen could still tell that he was looking for revenge.

“Alright understood, forming up.” Jacen pulled his fighter up beside Fulfiller, he could feel the G's pulling him hard.

Regardless of what Fulfiller had just said, the nightmare continued. In a matter of minutes fighters would pour out of those Capital ships. Great the Survival of the raming Capital ships on our side depends on a handful of fighters, just great. He wasn't a fan of odd, after all the odds where never with him, but at the moment it didn't look good.

If only he could wake up, but it was real, everything that had happened. There was no waking up, he ws going to have to finish this. He had a duty, and he was going to finish it. I've failed you before, but I won't fail again.

“Hold on, Ryno, this is going to get rough.” Fulfiller said.

“Yea, I figured, what gave it away, the dots coming out of that Ship?” Jacen was being sarcastic.

“Just hang in there.”

I hate Nightmares Jacen thought glumly, waiting for further orders. He felt trapped, with no escape, floating in the vast area of space. Which is exactly what was going on, only he could do the alternative and flee back to the ship. Yea, that'll show them who's boss.

“Alright men,” Phineus' tone was on the verge of attempted leadership, “Form up on Ibram.”

Jacen followed Fulfiller's lead, pulling on the yoke slightly, putting the TIE in the formation as easy as possible. He just imagined what the site would be like to those watching this un-fold, It made Jacen feel like he was the hero in a Holo-movie. We are Black Stars; striking without warning, killing without mercy. It was moment's like these that Jacen felt alive.

“Arkan, Mira, you two are wing mates, same goes for Ryno and Fulfiller.” Something in Phineus's voice brought hope to Jacen, a positive feel, “Stay close and keep on the Com. Let's take it to these banthas.”

“You hear that Fulfiller, let's do this.” Jacen felt the night mare lift, this time it was the enemy who would be wishing they could wake up, but meeting the same fate, death.

“I heard it, get ready.” Fulfiller's voice came back over.

Kill without mercy...

OOC:

489 words, not exactly a page, or 500, but it's longer than any other post I have done so far.