The main hangar bay of Platform Saratoga was glistening white, and was only interrupted by 12 or so recruits. The training officer, Stormz, and his executive officer, Bacredi, began looking at each other’s think pads. “Should we go down there?” Bacredi asked the training officer.

[[We will go out after Amacuse does.]] Stormz said, his Wookiee figure bellowing over Bacredi’s measly 6 foot.

“Got it,” Bacredi said, he reached forward onto the window, which sprung to life as a large, touch-screen datapad. He moved through staff rosters and landed on Master Chief Petty Officer Tavers. He pressed the name and was quickly routed to a com link.

“Okay, I’m going out now,” Cayden Taver’s voice rang through the observatory deck.

“Gotcha—we’re heading down now.” Bacredi ended the com and the window went back to being a window.

[[Let’s go.]] Stormz said, ducking as he went into the elevator. Most of the platform had already been re-done for his enormous figure, but some parts were cut off due to funding. Bacredi pressed the hangar level and they were there within seconds. All the recruits saluted and clucked their heels.

“Good morning, recruits.” Bacredi took a lead step, as he was instructed to do by Stormz. “I am Warrant Officer Second Class Zhar Bacredi, I am the Training Executive Officer, this here is the Naval Training Officer Krazanr. We will both be assisting you as you learn the ropes of the Vast Imperial Navy. You have already met Master Chief Petty Officer Tavers, he will be your main trainer while you are here. Any questions?”

He got nothing but silence.

“Today, all of you will be led by the Master Chief here, on an escort mission.” Bacredi said, he sow a row of uninterested faces looking back at him. “During the mission you will be facing three waves: all of them being commanded by Mr. Krazanr and myself, along with 10 other experienced trainers and vets around the academy. You will be escorting five GR-75s, and you may only let two be destroyed by us. You will be flying a mix of TIE fighters, interceptors, and bombers—it matters on who gets what simulators. Any questions?”

None, again.

“Dismissed.”

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Okay, here is how it goes:

Stormz and I will be flying X-Wing craft against the recruits.

The recruits are flying TIE Interceptors, Bombers, and Fighters. There are 4 of each, and when you choose, you can’t go back.

The first wave will be over after Stormz and I deem it over.

PS...name was totally random.

Cayden walked onto the flight deck and smiled.  I love it when I'm the one giving orders... he thought as the recruits all stood in unison, snapped their heels, and saluted him.  "Good day, recruits.  I am Master Chief Petty Officer Cayden Tavers, callsign Amacuse.  Feel free to call me by my name, rank, or simply sir," he said, returning the salute.  The recruits quickly moved to parade-rest, and Cayden sighed.  If only they knew how ridiculous that looks... and my preference that they all be relaxed around me... oh well...  "You are currently standing on the Simulator Flight Deck of Training Platform Saratoga.  It is here where we weed out the boys from the men.  You're mission is one of dire importance to the Navy.  Executive Officer Bacredi and Commander Krazanr will be down shortly to give you the mission briefing."

"Sir, isn't that you're job?" one of the crewmen asked.

"Normally, yes... that would be the case.  But this is a special mission hand-picked by the Executive Officer himself, and he requested that he give the briefing personally," Cayden answered, smirking.  "I'll be waiting for you in the simulation."

The recruits all saluted and clicked their heels together.  He returned the salute, and walked over towards the simulators.  He grabbed his comlink and said "Okay, I'm going out now."

"Gotcha- we're heading down now" he heard the Executive Officer's voice say.

He smiled as he stowed the comlink in one of his pockets.  Again... way too damn formal... I'll have to discuss that with Stormz as soon as I get the chance... he thought as he opened the simulator in front of him.  He climbed in and turned it on.  "Frak... I'm flying a TIE/ln Starfighter... oh well, just means I'll be blind on my port and starboard.  And... I'll be slower, have rediced fire power and rate, and... be a bigger target to hit.  Excellent handicaps for myself," he said as he switched on the simulator and saw the diagnostics.  Alright... let's see what I have... shields, check... engines, check... weapons, check... life-support, check... ejection seat, check... and... targeting computer, check.  Everything seems to be in the green.  He put his helmet on and switched on the comm.  "Command, this is Raptor Lead, requesting permission to leave the hangar."

"Roger that, Raptor Lead.  You are cleared to leave the hangar," he heard over the comm.

"Thank you, Command," he said before closing the channel.  He switched over to the Raptor channel as he flew the fighter out of the hangar.  Alright... first priority is... locate the transports... second priority... locate the jump point... third priority... protect them at all costs he thought as he began scanning the space in front of him.  He was about to turn left when a large object crossed in front of his view.  "Oh... there they are... heh... almost hit them... THAT would have been a sorry way to lose..." he said as he identified the large object as one of the transports.

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Wow... barely made the cut... heh... anywho, yeah... I got a TIE/ln Starfighter... haven't flown one of those since my days in the Academy... glad I didn't get a TIE Bomber... I'd cry... seriously, I think I would... it'd be too slow for me >.<

That makes three TIE/ln Starfighters, three TIE/In Interceptors, and four TIE/Sa Bombers remaining to pick.  I'd love to see someone pick a bomber... please, someone pick a bomber and make me happy!

After the MCPO's short pre-briefing of the training simulation, Cruven was already anticipating this mission with great enthusiasm.  He stayed at attention awaiting further information of the mission from the MCPO as instructed.  As he was standing there he couldn't imagine what exactly this training mission was going to entail.

The Executive Officer approached the recruits and they instantly snapped to attention and gave the proper respect he was entitled to.  “Good morning, recruits,” the Executive Officer said to them.  It actually felt good to be addressed as a recruit, strange seeing as most people aren't exactly enthused when addressed as a recruit.

“I am Warrant Officer Second Class Zhar Bacredi, I am the Training Executive Officer, this here is the Naval Training Officer Krazanr. We will both be assisting you as you learn the ropes of the Vast Imperial Navy. You have already met Master Chief Petty Officer Tavers, he will be your main trainer while you are here. Any questions?”

Feeling way too nervous to say anything, Cruven just stayed at parade rest and didn't utter a sound.

Today, all of you will be led by the Master Chief here, on an escort mission.  During the mission you will be facing three waves: all of them being commanded by Mr. Krazanr and myself, along with 10 other experienced trainers and vets around the academy. You will be escorting five GR-75s, and you may only let two be destroyed by us. You will be flying a mix of TIE fighters, interceptors, and bombers.:

Instantly Cruven zoned out and lost total attention to what the Executive Officer concluded the briefing with.

“WOW! I cannot believe my ears!” he thought to himself.  Cruven had already made up his mind that he wanted to pilot a TIE interceptor, and his anxiety couldn't have gotten the better of him.

The Executive Officer started walking away and Cruven was just hoping his zoning out there didn't cause him to miss anything important about the mission.  Now time to get to their simulators, Cruven practically ran right to an Interceptor's without the slightest bit of wasted time.  He wasn't about to let anyone beat him to it.

He briskly hopped in and strapped in, then took a quick look around the cockpit of this “craft” and was just amazed.  “I can't wait to actually be in a real one!” he said out out to himself.

“Do a good job here, and you will be soon enough,” said a familiar sounding voice.

Cruven sat for a few moments trying to remember who exactly that voice was attached to.  Suddenly it hit him, “Well hopefully I'll do a good job then sir!” he replied to the MCPO making sure to add that sir on the end out of respect.  “Amacuse is fine as I said in briefing, but feel free to call me whichever you prefer, now lets get started, and good luck! I'm sure you'll do just fine.”

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500 words exactly haha!
Guess this leaves 2 Interceptors, 3 Bombers, and 3 Fighters as of right now.

The Commander of the Naval Academy eyed up the vast list of ships available to him for this simulation. The Wookiee knew he didn't want to use a typical X-Wing. It was simply to cliche and obvious. He wanted a ship that was one-off, something that would strike fear into the rest of Raptor Squadon. So many ships to choose from, echoed through Ph'rranix's head as he continued down the list.

Finally, one of the ships stuck out at him. The Captain selected the ship and powered up the simulator, a gushing whirl of noise surrounding the wookiee as the electronics came online. Ah, yes, this will do nicely, continued the voice in his head. Stormz knew that the Besu'liik Starfighter was more than enough to take on the odds set forth against him.

Glancing at his radar, Stormz noticed a blip dancing on the outer edge of it. The commander turned his ship and boosted power to the sub-light engines. The blip quickly turned into another, and another. Soon, eight red dots were present, all lying directly in front vessel. Behind, and slightly left of center on his radar, a small blue marker showed where Bacredi, his XO for Raptor Squadron was in comparison to the Wookiee.

[I am going strraight forr the trransporrts, Blue,] informed the commander.

"Roger that, Stormz. I'll pop ahead of you and see if I can't take most of the fighters from you," came a quick reply. Suddenly, that same blue blip burst out from behind him and rocketed toward the cluster of enemy fighters. Upon closer inspection, Stormz noticed that the Warrant Officer had chosen the same ship as he, nice choice, Blue, he told himself.

Watching for a chance to get some lucky shots off, Stormz sat and hoped the fighters would take Bacredi's bait. Eerily, only a single pair of TIE Interceptors broke out of formation to chase Ph'rranix's wing man. [This just got a lot morre difficult,] Stormz belowed to Blue.

"Yeah, you're telling me. It's nice to see that Rocket and Cayden actually know what's going on though," replied the Training Executive Officer. "I'm going to take these two out, I'll be back on your tail in a jiffy."

[Rrogerr that. Make it clean,] Stormz replied. As his wing man began to deal with the interceptors that were chasing him, Stormz decided to break off his attack from the transports and deal with their only defense. Switching to Proton Torpedos, Stormz targeted and lined the lone Bomber in his reticle, waiting for the device to turn green. A moment later, the short bursts of beeps turned into a single, consistent beep that continued until the wookiee squeezed the trigger, sending a red ball of fire toward the easiest target in front of him. All of the ships broke out of formation, attempting to get away. For the bomber, however, he was a moment too late in reacting. The torpedo slammed into the bottom portion of the ship, slicing through the durasteel metal and exploding in the ordnance storage, causing a terrific explosion. The fireball, that was once a TIE Bomber, caught the port side panel of one of the interceptors, sending that ship into a wild spin, before the ship came back under control.

That looks like Speed's style, he contemplated. Green bolts streaking by the view port of the commander's ship made him snap back into reality. Banking hard to the right, Stormz pulled his ship around to face the middle GR-75 transport. The Behemoth of a ship engulfed Stormz' entire view. Instinctively, the wookiee pulled the trigger, releasing another pair of proton torpedos. He knew that the transport would never be able to get out of the in time, but he didn't have time to watch the fireworks. Besides, he knew a pair of proton torpedoes alone wouldn't be enough to disable a transport of that size.

As he pulled up, a light blinked at Captain Krazanr, indicating that a pilot had been able to obtain a missile lock on him. Before he could react, the blinking light and sound became another obnoxious continued beep with another light blinking. Amacuse had shot off a concussion missile. A quick roll, followed by release the chafe system made the missile detonate prematurely, doing no harm to the Wookiee's ship.

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Alrighty, I've moved the plot along a bit (well, a lot I guess). Let's have a good fight

The shuttle touched down at the Vast Empire Naval Academy, and Qix shifted around in her seat. She was supposed to have reported in almost an hour and a half ago, but she couldn't have fit on the shuttle she was supposed to have arrived in. She unfastened her safety harness and made her way out of the shuttle. An impatient looking human in an Imperial uniform was waiting at the end of the boarding ramp. Qix approached the human, and handed him her datapad with her orders on it.

"So, you're the recruit we were missing." He paused for a second, "Crewman Qixo-- Qixol," He stopped frustrated.

"Crewman Qixolin'ilia Zanziminix'ou reporting sir. Most call this one Qix." She interjected to try and relieve the human of having to try and say her full name again.

"Okay Crewman Qix, your orders say you were to report here over an hour ago, what is the reason you are late?"

"This one had procured transport for the appropriate time sir, this one simply did not fit." Qix explained. "The only option this one had was to take this later shuttle."

"Didn't fit?" the Imperial paused. He took a moment to truly size Qix up. "I see, well your tardiness will be excused  for this one instance. During your time here you will be assigned to Raptor Squadron, they are currently in the simulator bay training. Go down that hallway and follow the signs, you can't miss it."

Qix arrived at the simulator bay, and gave a cursory look at all of the different pods. I wonder if anyone would mind if I came down here later and took some of these apart she thought to herself. She found a datapad left out that instructed any new recruits to pick a simulator and join the training simulation. She chose one of the larger pods, hoping it would have more room, settled herself inside and powered it up. As the instrumentation and viewing screen came to life she realized she was in a TIE Bomber.

"Bravo two reporting in." Qix said into the headset.

"Glad to have you aboard Bravo two," Came the reply over the headset. "Better late than never eh?"

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Back on Coruscant, Xanthros was grabbing his bags and uniforms getting them ready for a shuttle for preparation for his entrance into the Imperial Navy Academy. Rummaging through his bag he put his uniform and clothing as well as cleaning supplies in there slots. Checking his list he made sure he had everything for departure the Imperial Liaison Officer had given him instructions what to have and where to meet. Zipping up his bag with uniforms inside Xanthros gave himself a look at a mirror provided him being at his parents house. He walked down from the bathroom and into the living room and wished them his pleasantries and goodbyes. After giving them hugs and farewell kisses Xanthros left his parents and life of a civilian behind him and was now entering a life of the Imperial Navy.

Entering the vehicle that had stopped for him, he sat inside placing his bags and articles to the side. Watching the vehicle depart and his parents house zoom by there was the past and here was his future. Taking a deep breath Xanthros had a lot of thoughts of what he might do and where he might go with his career in the Imperial Navy. Giving it some thought while the vehicle traveled he thought of himself as a pilot or maybe a capital ship leader. There was many avenues for him to pursue, in either piloting, leading, training or instruction. In the future while endeavoring with leadership the paths at were ultimately endless.

After the vehicle had reached a stop. Xanthros took his bag with uniforms in hand and data pad ready and entering the star port. The Imperial Liaison Officer was there to greet him. “Hello Xanthros Malfoy, welcome to the Imperial Navy, and to the Vast Empire, you will start your training in the Imperial Navy Academy and work with our Training Officers while you are there for the mean time I will analyze your paperwork and have you proceed to the Imperial Shuttle for waypoint with the Raptor Squadron. Once again Congratulations and Welcome Aboard.” Xanthros smiled and took the orders with him.
Leaving the Starport and entering the shuttle, Xanthros sat in one of the seats the dock officer pressed one of the buttons and waited for clearance. The shuttle then released its landing gear and started its ascent with the coordinates provided the shuttle left orbit then shot off to hyperspace.

Looking at the stars Xanthros took the moment to understand what his new career would be and how much he was about to undergo and who he was to meet and what friends and allies he might meet along the way. As the stars passed he went into a deep sleep then started dreaming while the shuttle continued its hyperspace travel to Raptor squad. Hours had passed the shuttle had disengaged hyper and Xanthros could see a Platform in the Distance, Its designation Saratoga. The shuttle entered a descent onto the station giving the landing clearance and codes for entry. The platform doors opened and the shuttle entered.

After arriving Xanthros taking his gear and looking around saw many imperial personnel and storm troopers walking around taking names and assigning duties. A imperial officer walked up to Xanthros. “Greetings Imperial Citizen, this is Platform Saratoga and I am 2nd Lt Gates, if you have your orders already and if I may I will analyze them and proceed you to your next area.” The imperial officer remarked then reached out with his hand, “Here are my orders sir, I am to be assigned to Raptor Squad, here at Platform Saratoga.” , “Well I’ll have you know they are currently in training right now and you have arrived a little late but you can get into the training with them there is a simulation area down at tango five. Take the vehicle here and it will zip you down there. Long live the Empire!” The imperial officer remarked then gave Xanthros back his orders. Jumping on the vehicle it strolled on by the imperial officer and the storm troopers walking by.

Arriving at tango five, Xanthros entered the simulator room. Entering he sat in one of the simulator rooms and put on a helmet with a environment set up. Then the scenario lit up. Xanthros was in a Tie fighter and had been assigned to alpha flight. There were new orders coming in from group lead. A group of transports was on scanner and there primary role was to protect it.

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“Good morning, recruits," said a man as he stepped forward. “I am Warrant Officer Second Class Zhar Bacredi, I am the Training Executive Officer, this here is the Naval Training Officer Krazanr. We will both be assisting you as you learn the ropes of the Vast Imperial Navy. You have already met Master Chief Petty Officer Tavers, he will be your main trainer while you are here. Any questions?”

K'haeth, along with everyone else, remained silent. 

“Today, all of you will be led by the Master Chief here, on an escort mission," continued the man.  Though most mind not find anything interesting in an escort mission, K'haeth still held on to a sense of duty for this simulated duty. “During the mission you will be facing three waves: all of them being commanded by Mr. Krazanr and myself, along with 10 other experienced trainers and vets around the academy. You will be escorting five GR-75s, and you may only let two be destroyed by us. You will be flying a mix of TIE fighters, interceptors, and bombers—it matters on who gets what simulators. Any questions?”

TIE Bombers? the young cadet wondered.  What use would a bombing craft have in such a situation?  Unless they were going to bring corvettes, or maybe something large.

“Dismissed," the man ended.

K'haeth turned and first watched to see where the rest of the pilots were going.  The majority of them moved toward the TIE Interceptors.

Fast means dangerous.

A few others went for the more classic TIE Fighter.  That craft held a good balance between speed, maneuverability, and firepower.  But he noticed that so few actually went for the slow, bulky, bombers.  And that is how he decided.

He made his way to the bomber simulator.  He stepped in, and shut the door.  As the door shut, the simulator came to life, lighting up with a comfortable glow.  They were in a hangar, preparing to take off.

He ran a quick check of all systems. 

SFS P-s4 twin ion engines: Operating at 98% efficiency
SFS I-a2b solar ionization reactor: Fully functional
Hull: No damage detected
SFS S-c3.4 multi-range TAG: Operational
SFS T-s7b targeting computer: Fully functional
Nordoxicon bomb sight: Operational
SFS N-s4 Navcon: Operating and synced with SFS S-c3.4 multi-range TAG
All weapons systems fully operation.
Payload at 100%
Life Support System fully operation.

As expected, everything was operating as it should be.  His finger darted to the glowing console in front of him, activating his com-link to the squad leader.

"This is Beta-4, callsign Zealot, in TIE Bomber TIEB-004, reporting ready for launch," he said, trying to keep excitement from his voice.

The bomber console lit up, showing that the wing was preparing to deploy.  With a few deft movements of his fingers, the large TIE Bomber began to lift from the ground.  The simulator shook to emulate the slightest bit of motion from the vehicle.  K'haeth followed as the ships in front of him began to pull from the hangar. 

Immediately upon leaving the hangar, the ships pulled up and began their patrol of the vessels they were escorting.  A smile crept across K'haeth's face as he prepared for combat.

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Once Rocket reached the transports he started to plan on how to precede, he opened up the squadron channel and said, “Alright I wanted them away from the transports, but that is not possible now, so stay with your wingman and take out those fighters.”

Rocket pulled his fighter behind one of the enemies and got a lock on the fighter and launched a missile at it and saw that it hit and took it out, after that Rocket looked at his scanners trying to see what was all happening around him and his squadron. He saw twelve green tags and a lot of red tags. Great we are outnumbered this is just great well what can I do to try to save this mission. I can keep Alpha by the transports and get Beta to try to lead some of them away but that might not work. Fine I guess I will just plane as I go along which I don’t like doing, but I guess it will have to do for now. Rocket opens up the squadron channel and says into it, “Alright Beta try to lure them away from the transports.”

Rocket opens up to Beta Flight Leader DeepSix and says, “Its Rocket look we are outnumbered and outgunned I want you to try to take as many of them out as you can before they can regroup I will try to keep the ones that didn’t follow you off the transports hopefully that will work if not I will come up with something else.”

Rocket opens Alpha channel and says into it, “Alright people we need to keep those fighters off the transports so that they can try to get away, so I am giving you permission to use any means capable of taking those fighters out so that we can cover while the transports get away.”

Rocket links up with his wingmate and flies towards the nearest enemy and engages 

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327 Words Okay all hell has broken loose around the transports, you have you orders so do them.

Recruit Kazack was unused to the Imperial Naval Academy. Sometimes, it felt like jail. No there were no stun cuffs or energy cages. But their was a state of the art security and ID system. But Kazack knew it was all in the name of his protection. To make sure no unwelcome visitors came in. Kazack had been on the computer terminal for some time researching the history of the Vast Empire Navy. In particular, he was interested in the battle of Lehon. All he had  managed to acquire on that topic was that it had been a defeat for the VE Navy. It appeared as though some of the recruits were headed to the simulator. Kazack looked at the clock. "Damn I'm supposed to be their now" he said jumping off the chair he was sitting on. WIthyout even bothering to switch off the computer he swiped his ID card across the door and it slid open.

Kazack quickly walked down the hall, nodding to the other recruits as he passed. "Sir, sorry for being late!" Kazack said as he opened the door to the simulator. He quickly got the officer's nod of the head before venturing into the hanger. He quickly grabbed a Tie Fighter before, firing up the engines and flying out of the hanger. He saw the brunt of the simulation battle occurring near the transports.

"If I can get over their now, maybe I can outflank the attackers"he said to himself, and headed over to join the main battle.

"Dont worry Wier, I plan on sticking around long enough to survive until im at least sixty-four" Kazack replied, in response to the comm. Kazack realized that he had been spotted when an X-Wing broke off the battle with the TIE escorts and began a sweep through the simulated space towards him.

"Damn, Ive been spotted," he muttered under his breathe. Kazack immediatly spun away from the X-wing and tried to shake it. The fighter went right with him and Kazack realized just in time that the X-Wing was firing lasers at him. He dived and attempted to avoid them, but it wasn't enough to stop one of the lasers. It hit the back of the cockpit.

Fortunatly, these days even Tie Fighters were equipped with shields. The ship buckled slightly but the shields held. The X-Wing was still on his tail and by the looks of things was calling in reinforcements. " Kazack moved to squadron channel and called into the comm. "If someone could keep those off my back while I get rid of the X-Wing"

"Weir!" Kazack shouted as he saw the missile which he had locked onto him by accident hit Weir. Damn, Id better thank him when I get out of this Kazack thought before turning back to the main battle.

Flight Beta was attempting to draw the enemy towards flight Alpha, who were still protecting the transports. Suddenly an X-Wing broke formation and attempted to attack the transports. Kazack leaned his vessel to the right until he managed to get the X-Wing in his sights. "A little more, A little More" Kazack whispered as he willed the X-Wing into his laser sights. Fire! Kazack thought and pulled the trigger. Six laser bolts smashed into the X-Wing and caused his shields to fail. "Damn, I nearly had him" Kazack thought and swerved to avoid the X-Wing's return fire.

Ok......DarkWalker thought to himself.
 
After listening to the briefing that was gave by MCPO. DarkWalker headed towards one of the Tie Bombers. Settling himself into the cockpit he began his preflight checklist. The board showed all green.

Hope this isn't a trick by the sim ops.

Fighter Control. This is Alpha two.  Ready for Take off.

Alpha two... Fighter Control....Cleared for takeoff.  Good hunting Alpha two.

Advancing the throttles to full power. DarkWalker rocketed out of the hanger bay. Hoping to catch up to his wing-mate. After a quick check of his screens. He noticed that he had some catching up to do. As Alpha 1 was trying to intercept an incoming enemy fighter.
Alpha 1 this is Alpha 2  over.

  Forming up now. Closing in on Alpha 1 was not an easy task. The way Alpha 1 was maneuvering it would take all of his skill as a pilot to do so.  What little skill he had anyway.
                                                     
Weaving in and around the GR-75's. DarkWalker tried to get a targeting lock on the incoming fighter.  Alpha 1 get out of there!    DarkWalker screamed. Seeing the incoming torpedo and not knowing if his wingman would dodge in time.After watching his wing-man die. DarkWalker threw his tie onto its left wing. In an attempt to keep from being locked up himself. Banking a full 360 degrees he tried for a lock on again after rolling back level.  Come on, Come on lock up already.  Target lock acquired......  Torp away. Watching the torpedo track its target gave DarkWalker a giddy feeling until he looked at his screens. Noticing that his torpedo had not locked onto the incoming fighter, but instead had locked onto a large chunk of debris.  Crap      

Reengaging the fighter  that had just launched a pair of missiles into the nearest GR-75. DarkWalker got a target lock on. This time launching a pair of torps at the incoming fighter. DarkWalker hoped for a hit. But couldn't worry about it right now. As another x-wing was streaking in to make a gun run on the same gallo. DarkWalker locked it up with his targeting computer and launched a missile at. DarkWalker watched as the missile exploded brilliantly in between the s-foils on the right hand side. The x-wing went spinning off into space.
  Thats one down...... DarkWalker said into the Com. 


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ooc  do i have the right spot number  or is alpha 2 already taken.