*Klaxons?  Lol...  Sounds like something from a startrec film, damn that show...  Anyways.  I am back...  And so have my rein of outrageous stories and flightpatterns...

    FMJR sat there for a moment with his head in his hands, he didn't really feel good...  He'd just gotton over a sickness that he had caught on a passenger cruiser.  He knew it was a bad idea to take regular travel with all of those immigrants... 
    He lifted his head, then looked out the window at the passing fighters.  The siren had gone off of course, but it was only a feint sound compared to the constant malevolent throbbing in his head. 
    Chath ran past the door, then stopped and doubled back.  "What the hell are you sitting around for, didn't ya here the siren, theres a few cruisers outside waiting for us." He smiled vaguely...  "That sickness still got a hold on yeah?  I heard the field doctor said you'd be okay for a battle."
    "Ya, I'm alot better.  But I still got a bit of a headache.  I 'spose I'll go." He shook his head lazilly, then stood up and cracked his neck.  Chath rolled his eyes and took off down the corridor.  FMJR followed.

    The brilliant expanse filled his viewport as he exited the hanger in the TIE.  Laser fire exploded across the sky every other second, and the stars were sharp white.
    Chip flew ahead of him, Chath to his right; they flew in reverse formation, FMJR would fly high speeding up to seventy-five percent throttle.  Chip would let FMJR fly above then drift slowly to the left while Chath would fly towards FMJR's original point, so then entire wing would move along an invisable L, switching positions as they shifted directions. 
    "How ya doin Shaz?" Chip asked over the com.
    "Not bad, how're the kids," FMJR answered back sarcastically.  "I've got two on my six.  We better switch, Chath, you can be our recovery man." FMJR instructed.
    "Shaz, roll off behind me as soon as I loop sideways, don't exceed my speed until I reach the markpoint," said Chip.
    FMJR pulled back the throttle to sixty percent, then barreled after Chip; Chath kept on his same path at full speed, intending to get as far away as possible before Chip hit his mark.
    As FMJR turned, he noticed the lone X-wing and A-wing coming there way at about medium speed.  Chip kept on flying, bumping the stick up in down, and looping around, trying not to make an easy target.
    It was quick and precise when Chip exclaimed into the com,"Mark!"  Chip let off a few bolts towards the X-wing, forcing into sway to it's right.  FMJR pushed it to full speed, passing right under Chip in a fury.  FMJR burst off four shots at X-wing as it rolled back into it's position; Chip dived back down, aiming directly down at the fighter.  The poor basterd caught if full as it re-entered it's flight path; FMJR flew around the explosion and nearly colided with the A-wing.  The remaining fighter swerved and barreled above, then looped low, hoping to dive around and catch Chip's tail.  Suddenly, the ship was blown to debris as Chath re-entered at full speed, taking a linked shot.  He flew past the explosion and rejoined the reverse formation.
    "Nice job, group.  You certainly cut that close when you jumped around that first explosion Shaz, but I must say, Chath's speed getting back here was extrordinary.  I didn't expect him for a few more seconds." Chip said over the com, a bit jittery; the group reversed positions as it came up on an enemy freighter.  It was currently busy firing down another wing.  The group switched into the ladder formation, a simple formation for attacking cruisers.  They basically made a slanted line...
   
 
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