Part 1




Comm: This is not a drill, the death Star is under attack, all Tie squadrons prepare for attack, i repeat, this is not a drill.

* Templar heres the message, and makes his way to his Tie fighter. He straps in, preps the engines, and exits the hangar.*

Squadron Leader: "Ok people, this is the real deal, prepare to engage the rebel forces, focus on their stunt fighters, while our Star Destroyers take out their cruisers."

Squad Member:" Yes sir! lets give em hell!

*As Templar leaves the hangar, he immediately sees a squadron of X-Wings, they break formation, and scatter, he goes after them.

Templar: I have a few ships in my sites, back me up Jenson.

Jenson: you've got it Buddy!'

*Templar barrel roles a few times to avoid stray shots, and comes up behind his target, a lone X-Wing, he fires a few times, but the X-Wing does a few barrel roles of his own, makes a sharp turn. Templar follows his movements trying to keep up with it, in the background, he hears Jenson talking.

" Templar theres a fighter on your tale! take evasive action, I'll try to get him off you."

"Roger that, taking evasive action"

*Templar twists and turns, while still following his target X-Wing, as he moves, he sees the X-Wing from behind fire and miss. Templar tries to focus more on dodging blats then on his target, but manages to get in a luck shot, and he takes out the X-Wings aft engines, this is followed by a small shock wave and a thud, signifying the destruction of the ship behind him.*

" Good shooting Jenson, thanks for the assistance!."

"Anytime buddy, that was some nice shooting of you're own from earlier I-"

*Jenson does not get out the rest of his sentence as his ship gets hit repeatedly from behind, and with a final piercing death scream, Jenson's Tie explodes, followed by two X-Wings who fly through the debris, and lock onto Templar's Tie.* "Dammit, Sir, Jensen is gone, requesting assistance, theres two rebels on my tail !!"

Squad Leader: Negative, all of us are busy at the moment, we're in dog fights of our own, hold out for a second.

*Gulp* "Roger that, I'll try to hold out".

*Templar barrel roles to the left and does a flip, trying to get behind the fighters. The rebels match his every move, and fire repeatedly. Templar dodges most of them, but winces as he feels the jerk of a laser hitting one of his solar foils, taking his shields down to 90%. He grits his teeth and dives down to one of the many hundreds of Star Destroyers fighting over the moon Endor.
He flies low to the ship, just a few meters above the turbo lasers, with the two X-Wings behind him. He does another barrel role, and makes a very sharp turn to the left to avoid the blast of one of the turbo lasers. One of the two rebel fighters is not so lucky. He sees the explosion of one of the ships, with Turbo laser blast still going through the ship, and notices the doomed pilot's partner's confusion of the lost of its friend. He takes advantage of the distraction and decelerates drastically. The action results in the rebel fighter that was behind him speeding over Templar's head, still going at maximum dog fighter speed, and apearing in front of him. Templar quickly fires eight shots at the rebel ship, also taking advantage of the rebel pilots failure to switch to defensive position.He flies through the wreckage of the ship and continues his current flight pattern through the field of Star destroyers. He spies four X-Wing fires flying in a tight formation, and moves toward them from behind. There is a brief flicker of black, and the battle rages on...


P.S.

This is my first story for the VE, although I make starwars stories all the time please forgive me for any gramatical errors or boring parts.









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" Whose the best pilot in the fleet?... Thats right, yours truly."- Terran Wraith

Part 3



* As the squadron flies toward the A-Wing squadron, templar's view screen suddenly turns black, then clears up again. once cleared up they are only a few hundred feet away from the enemy squadron.*

Templar: "Ok, people prepare to engage."

"Yes,sir, engaging enemy fighters now. I'm counting about ten enemy ships"

*Templar and the rest of his squadron fire a few times into the enemy formation, destroying three A-Wings, before they themselves break formation. Templar picks his target, a vulnerable pair of A-Wings, and dives toward them, firing his lasers. Both ships avoid the blasts and go into opposite directions. Templar follows the one with the most important insignia.*

Templar: I'm going after the leader, try to keep the rest of them off of me."

"Yes, sir.'

* Templar veers to the right, and comes up behind the enemy leader, he fires a few shots, but the A-Wing easily avoids them with his sharp maneuvering skills. The enemy ship accelerates, and flies into a cluster of twisted and charred metal, with templar close behind. the enemy ship rolls to the left, and flies through a hole in the center of a giant piece of metal with an Imperial insignia on it. templar tries to follow, but is forced to instead dive under the rubble due to another piece of metal that had floated in front of him. After going under the wreckage he looks around and realizes that he lost his target. He tries to use his scanner, but it is useless because of all the metal floating around him. It confuses the sensor.

"Hm.. i know he's lurking around here some were, but were? All pilots, how are you faring?

"We are doing fine sir, we have brought them down to five fighters, and the rest are beginning to retreat back to there capital ships. We have not suffered any casualties of our own. What about you?

Templar: I have lost my intended target, he is hiding some were in this scrap yard. i think i will be retuning to the main battle field to help you guys out."

" Yes,sir. We will hold our position in the mean time."

Templar: "By all means no, drive the rest of the rebels back to their cruisers, and i will rendezvous with you at your current position. I will-"

* As Templar talks into his Comm. he notices a sharp flash out of the corner of his eye, followed by a bright orange ball heading toward him. Thinking instinctively, templar guns his engines and accelerates forward. The proton torpedo misses him by a mere three yards. Templar does a loop Dee loop in order to get behind him, and fires his lasers, two blasts hit the A-Wing in the rear, causing the shields to sputter and go out. the A-wing, in a surprising turn of events, copies one of templar's own earlier maneuver. As templar focuses on shooting the A-Wing, the rebel pilot comes to a shuddering halt, and guns his ship back wards. Templar is so busy trying to blast the ship that the rebel easily ends up behind him, he fires six bursts, each one taking templar's shields down by 5%. This brings templar's shields down to 30%.*

*Templar grits his teeth and accelerates his Tie as fast he can, doing barrel roles every few seconds. Templars mind changes from that of an average tie pilots, to his old way of thinking, his reckless way of when he was a speeder bike racer. templar flies the through the rubble at blinding speeds, destroying everything small enough to destroy in his path with his lasers. Anything else to big to be destroyed he avoids. Even the rebel pilot in his swift A-Wing is taken aback by templars reckless driving through a metal infested field, and does not realize yet what templar is planning to do. After flying away to about a few miles away from his enemy, templar turns around and heads back in the direction from which he came, right toward the enemy pilot. The pilot, realizing what templar is about to do, reverts all reaming power to regenerating his forward shields, he then accelerates toward templar's on coming ship.

*Templar puts all power to his forward shields, and flies toward his target, preying all the way. once in range both ships fie upon each other, templar does a few barrel roles to avoid the shots, but does not put to much effort into evasion to how wide the shots are going, because of their distance from each other. After a few seconds of firing at each other, the two pilots are with in a range of about 10 meters, templar times his movements and waits for the appropriate moment.9 meters.... *sweat starts to form upon templar's brow, but he is to focused to wipe it off. 6 meters... *templar braces himself for impact. 3 meters... templar barrels roles and puts his thumb on the firing trigger. 2 meters.. Templar fires 10 shots wide, very wide, in all directions. he then breaks off and tugs on the control stick as hard as he can. the rebel pilot does the same thing, but instead of firing lasers, he fires three proton torpedoes. the rebel pilot swerves to the left in order to avoid the shots at his right, but runs smack into the three shots that were aimed to his left. the first shot brings his shields down from his meager 3% down to 0%, and the other two shots hit him right in the cockpit, killing him instantly. The A-Wing explodes in a bright ball of flames. When Templar swerves he manages to avoid two of the three proton torpedoes, but the last one hits the very edge of his right solar panel. Disintegrating it. Templar spins out of control, and barely manages to avoid crashing into a chunk of durasteel. Templar comes to a stop, and takes a deep breath. A couple of deep breaths.*

Pilot: "Sir! are you ok? you were in the middle of talking and then we heard a loud whine, then your comm. went dead."

Templar; I'm (gasp) ok. I was ambushed by that "hiding" fighter, but I was able to destroy him,i'm heading back now."

"Roger that sir, we are waiting for you, we drove those ships back, but the battle out here is not going well. The Executor has been destroyed, and the Death Star's shields are gone. You better get back here quick. I don't know how long we can- AHHHH!!!"

Templar: "Gene, Gene? GENE!!!... he's...gone... ah hell! OK, people try to stay alive for god's sake! I'll be there soon.

*With that, Templar flies out of the metal field, and accelerates as fast as he can toward his dwindling squadron...



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" Whose the best pilot in the fleet?... Thats right, yours truly."- Terran Wraith