“So we’re going to be flying in flight simulators, right? Hunter jokingly asked.

“Yeah. We are. Sucks don’t it.” BL1028 said in a sad voice.

Hunter just grimaced as BL jumped into his simulator. Sighing, Hunter jumped into his simulator, ready for whatever came they’re way. Inside the simulator, everything come to life and it was like Hunter was in the cockpit of his TIE. The sounds were the same, the lights were the same, and even the squeaky noise the seats makes when he leaned back  was there, or was he imagining that?

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Just then he entered the battle.

“Okay. Based on what I see, we are even numbered.” Hunter said with great detail.

“Well how did you figure that out genius?” Speed said sarcastically.

Hunter just ignored her and continued on with the flight simulation. While flying around, Hunter started experimenting with different maneuvers. Starting with a corkscrew, he continued on until he had done everything he knew. Then Flight Two of Kaph reached them and the dogfights begun. In Hunter's sights was C-3, who was doing nearly the same thing as Hunter was, namely flying around doing different maneuvers.

“Hey C-3, you got one on your six. Its me. You want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” Hunter asked in a joking manner.

“Heh. You can't shoot what you can't catch. Yeehaw!” C-3 yelled as he proceeded to flip upside down and come down behind Hunter.

“Alright. If thats how you want to play it." Hunter said menacingly as he cut all power to the engines and stopped.

Hunter laughed as C-3 overflew him, but stopped when he put on speed, gaining distance.

Then, somebody flew past the cockpit, almost knocking off a wing in the process. Hunter cursed and wanted to find out who the pilot was, so he restored engine's power and took off in pursuit.

OOC:

Just a side note, B cannot speak, and when she uses her Voice, it does not display any emotion.

B Lasiter was not sure how she felt about a "Practice" session. It almost felt like a waste of time, she figured. After the briefing she went back to her quarters and slowly pulled on her flight suit with grace. Once she was ready she pulled her Voice from her discarded clothes. She had been working on a new model for her box since the last mission.

She had modified it immensely, working for a more efficient model than what she had been given. For it to work properly she couldn't except someone else to fix it. The time she had spent in a TIE had been filled with glitches. Her voice would pick up some words but leave other words out of the sentence. What she had to type out wasn't a lot, but it reassured her the cheap model her "teachers" had given her wasn't the best they had on hand.

Lasiter rolled back her flight suit sleeve on her left hand. She was ambidextrous so either hand could be used to fly or type, but by random selection she went with her left. The ports on her hands were still intact. She had left them there for this purpose. The gray circles about an inch in diameter gleaned up at her in the poor lighting of her room. She took the new adapter that had been sitting on her bed and plugged it into her wrist, This adapter had five small rods that extended from the base. The spider-like device had little hats that protruded from the end. B took these caps and pulled them over the tips of her fingers and flexed her hand. The rods were easily bendable and light to the touch. she tested it out. Her fingers moved rapidly, mimicking the motions of a hand on a real keyboard, instead of her imaginary one. "Yessir" came floating out of her Voice in it's metallic drone. She was satisfied.

This knew technology she installed passed a frequency from her wrist to the box without wires, but her voice would still be connected to the Comm in the TIE. She attached her Voice to her belt, rolled down her sleeve and left her room for the simulation room.

B arrived early before her new squadron commander did and simply settled herself into a TIE. She then connected her voice to her Comm with care, and took it for another test. When she found it worked to her satisfaction, she began her wait for the rest of the squadron.

She did not notice the passing of time as listened to the bodies of her squadron mates shuffle about outside her simulator. Soon she heard a voice directed at her; she replied with a "Yessir", as it was already programed and an easy response.

She stared at the blank screen in front of her as the lights began to dim in her little space. Her commander's voice filled her ear as the vastness of space occupied the area in front of her.

She followed the commander's directions as her flight flew together into a diamond formation, executed with precise speed and accuracy. BL kept an eye on the radar, looking for enemy bodies. She listened as the Commander over rid her flight member's decision to go after the former-commander. She went on the defense-her plan was to let someone attack first. That would be their first mistake and she was going to exploit it. Those were simple rules to follow in any circumstance. Let them make the first mistake. Her first opportunity would come soon enough.

Stormz jerked his fighter into a tight left-hand barrel roll trying to avoid the Kaph XO's laser fire. One shot came inches away from the tip of his left wing while the other skimmed the outer portion of the same wing. Another roll, this time to the right sent his fighter into safety from C-3PX2's onslaught.

The pair zig-zagged for what seemed like eternity to the new Squadron Commander.

[Kaph 3, come in.] Stormz growled frantically.

"BL here. Whatcha need boss?" the Senior Crewman asked.

[You arre to my 2 O'clock corrrrect?]

"Yes sir."

[Turn to point two. I am going to turn to face you then rroll overr yourr cockpit. At that time light the bandit on my tail up.]

"Copy that."

The Wookiee did just as he had yawed to face her just as he told BL1028. The only thing he could do now was hope she had a good shot. Thirty meters from his flight mate and he began his roll. Stormz looked out his view port and watched as BL laid her laser cannons into C-3's TIE Fighter. His fighter blew up in a brilliant display of white and blue flames.

green bolts came flying at Hunter from Tizzir's TIE. It was an instinctual reaction Tizzit picked up back when he was in the Navy last time. Unfortunately though, he had long since been practicing. His skills were very rusty and therefore he missed. Hunter managed to escape being blasted to bits and the crash (one of the two would had happened but Tizzir thought he had nailed his target so he maneuvered out of the path) and was closely chasing Tizzir down again.

Tizzir knew he had to do something Hunter was now provoked if anything. He tried to get behind Hunter's TIE to avoid being blasted himself but it did not work. Hunter was trying to do the same, assuming that Tizzir would not miss a second time. Things were starting to look as if it would come to a stalemate between the two of them, that is until something neither of them expected happened.

Stormz joined in on the hunt. Now it was two against one and it did not look like it was in Tizzir's favor. Hunter was slightly irritated that he could not shoot down Tizzir himself; Tizzir had similar emotions but more so because now he had to avoid two ships instead of one. He had no idea how he did it but somehow he managed to elude both of their laser-cannons to the point where they stopped shooting. Tizzir knew they could not have given up; rather, he wondered what they were upto. What could they possibly been planning?