Everything was happening too fast.  Than Sion had remembered that he was engaging the Preybirds when Will came into the fight and then, all of a sudden, new enemy ships came out of no where.  The new enemy fighters had swamped the space battle and had managed to take out transports. 

A feminine voice came over the comlink connection, "This is Rose Thorn, I am in an engagement between a couple of Razors, and I need assistance." 

She was Skylla Wolfonel, a recent addition to Kaph.  She had been in the Navy longer than him and had shown to be an excellent pilot.  He would never admit it but he felt an immediate attraction to the women.  He understood her situation since he had been through the Verinian System himself on the way back to Kazaar.  The specific remnant group's Navy was comprised of only the capital ships the system held before the fall of the Empire.  It was very busy fighting the rebellion within its system to effectively protect anyone.  He got why she was here and not there. 

"Kaph 5 to Rose Thorn," Kaph 6 and I will assist."

Than Sion swung toward Skylla's position on Demonic's lead.  It had been interesting, to say the least, to have Demonic as a flight leader.  He had never really minded that Kal had the same rank as him; it just made sense that he had the job.  He had been in the VEN longer than him.

Sion charged one of the slower Razors, pivoting to avoid enemy fire.  He swung to the right to avoid heavy fire from another Razor.  The targeted Razor swerved to avoid Sion's wrath.  The enemy pilot made the fatal mistake of swerving not far enough, for he left his six vulnerable to the speedy TIE model.  Than Sion constantly pumped shot after shot into the Razor.  The Razor made many swerves and dives to avoid Sion, but he couldn't shake him.  The Razor's shields finally dropped and Sion got a direct hit at the engine.  The craft exploded but not before the pilot ejected.  Than Sion thought about putting a big hole into the pilot but quickly thought better of it.  The pilot was not a threat right now; right now he couldn't fight back. 

Demonic and Skylla were doubling up on the other Razor, confusing it with the Hawkbats' greater speed.  The RS fighter couldn't keep up with them and they soon dropped its shield.  It was only a short matter of time until they destroyed the fighter.

"This is Kaph 9, thanks Kaph 5 and 6."

"No problem Kaph 9," said Demonic.

Than Sion listened in on the wing frequency.  A growl came over the com waves.  It was the Wookie that was on Aegis.  Sion found this concept very hard to understand.  The New Republic propaganda claimed that Wookie forced labor was used to build one of the Death Stars.  So what would motivate a Wookie to join a government that was a shard of the broken Empire?  He didn't dwell on it for too long, if he was fighting for the VE that was all that mattered. 

Than Sion took a glance at the transports, such fragile things were so important for the success of the mission.  He remembered back to his first mission on that ice colony.  He would have never imagined then that the enemy that stole the Phalanx was anything but the New Republic.  He would have never guessed that there was a force outside of the NR that was plotting to invade the Vast Empire.

The TIEs seemed to be holding back the enemy fighters quite well.  Than Sion hoped it would be enough to get most of the transports to the atmosphere.  Sion got a few shots off on one of the Razors.  The attack didn't do any real damage to the enemy fighter but it made its pilot wary.  If the enemy was afraid to attack it would be less likely to do damage.  He found it funny how the pilots didn't seem to have much experience, how were they suppose to do much damage to the VE forces of they were fighting in such a way?  It didn't make much sense.

 
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FM/PO1 Than Sion/Kaph 6/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)
Paintball is the only sport that you get to shoot somebody in.

The tie agressor slid perfectly into line with Shazam's fighter as Jaden let off the rudder.  His shields had taken quite a number of hits, but they were slowly but surely coming back up with a little bit of power channeled from the engine to the shields.

"One, I've got target lock on those fighters," said Tyraxx, "Nazgul four permission to engage.."

"Affirmative four, engage.  Three, unload your missles at your own disposal" said Shazam

Shazam manuevered the fighter slightly above the trajectory of the oncoming fighters.  Jaden spotted the concussion missles streaking from the tie agressors as he moved with Shazam's every manuever.  They were flying in a perfect unision.

Jaden watched on the targetting screen as the missiles inpacted into the group of razor fighters, taking the shileds down on atleast half of them, and luckily destroying one.  Tyrrax had added another kill to her bag.

"Alright two, follow my lead.  We are going to pick them off one by one from their flank" said Shazam

"Affirmative two, I'm on your wing" said Jaden

They were now 2 klicks from the fighters, well withing missile range, but the missiles would have to wait for another time.  Jaden switched over to linked cannon fire, and rolled the fighter to the left, as both of their fighters came right under the group.

"Engage now" said Shazam

"Affirmative," said Jaden, pulling the trigger as the targetting box went green.  The bolts ripped straight into the left wing of the razor, and it went into a left barrel roll.  Squall squeezed the trigger a few more times, aiming at the other side of the fighter.  The engines and stabilizers gave way, leaving the fighter a sitting duck.  Jaden hit the rudder, sliding back into view of the fighter, and finished it off with a few more shots.

Shazam had gotten himself two kills in the time that Jaden had aquired one.  It would be someone that would have to be talked about later, because it was amazing to Jaden how well of the pilot that Shazam was.  Tyrrax had got another kill, and Art was trailing the last fighter from the group.

"Nice kills flight one," said Jaden

A few thanks came through the com, but they were interupted by a distress call.  There were now only 18 transports left out of the entire group.

"This is Captain Falensarano, the transports have taken some casualties.  Aegis, keep on your route towards the atmosphere with the transports.  The fighters seem to be retreating to their cruisers for a regroup.  Nazgul and Kaph, you also need to get back to your escort mission.  We have a goal here, and it isn't going to be completed unless those transports make it onto that planet," said Falensarano, "I repeat, double time to those transports.  The Vieag, Precipitous, and Corvettes Percipience, Guile, and Acuity are en route to blockade the forces heading for the atmosphere.  We are deploying Taskforce Firestorm to take place of Nazgul, Kaph, and Aegis Squadrons.

"This Lieutenant Commander Alrax Nelant, Commander of taskforce Firestorm.  Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Squadrons, all tie fighters equipped with shields, are taking the place of Nazgul, Kaph, and Aegis Squadrons.  We are operating from the base off of the Stranglehold.  It looks as if the Impulsive and Subitaneous are unloading each a Squadron of Preybirds and Razor fighters.  The R-41 Starchasers have retreated to the Rothow." said Commander Alrax Nelant.

Jaden pulled his fighter around and fell into position with his flight behind Shazam.  Flight two, after noticing that the fighters they were battling had retreated, along with flight three, also fell into formation.  The squadron was at the lead of the following Squarons, Aegis and Kaph.  They were heading at full speed though, to intercept the incoming fighters from the Vieag and Precipitous.  Although both cruisers held only two flights of fighters each, it was enough to destory every transport in the convoy.

"This is Captain Falensarano.  Nazgul, engage the incoming fighters.  Kaph, cover Nazgul as you enter the atmosphere.  We are now coming head on with the Roelk Hapan Battle Dragon, assisted by the damaged assault frigate Rothow.

"You know your duites pilots, make sure you meet the expectations...god speed"
 
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Jaden Khaar


Vast Empire
FM/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Nazgul 1-2 (Nazgul 2)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)

"Focus all forward weaponry on the Battle Dragon- direct the carracks to take up positions on the weak side of that Assault Frigate and prepare the Bulk Cruisers for flanking."  Marcus Falensarano  was as astute as he was sometimes close-minded.  Although an avid and possibly blinded fan of the Emperor's techniques he was also adament in his duties and just as fervent in his studies.  The Coruscant had re-routed any previous off-guard reactions with equally prococious reversals in power and punctuality.  They'd been thrown into the light of fault and the captain would not have it again.

"The carracks are back in range and converging on the underbelly of the Rothow- further orders, sir?"  The operations crewman looked ernest and ready despite the hazy and rather ominous jump the enemy had just made.  To the captain at least, it seemed to signal that things would be just fine...

"Good, but we need to compensate for that Battle Dragon's approach vector- they'll be trying to attack us from our dorsal surface as well." Falensarano had his hands finely knitted behind his back now and his eyes had slimmed to thier earlier, more perceptive state.  The crewman waited quietly as Falensarano decided on the next course of action.  We've obviously little capability on our chest..."

"Tell the Storm and Thunder to fall into a stagger formation beneath us before taking up positions on either side of the Rothow.  They should be able to discourage our opponent from satisfying their wants..."  The young man nodded briskly and the captain glanced over breifly as he began to stride away.  "Bring our nose to bear in the mean time..."

"Aye, Sir!" 

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Not bad...  Not bad at all...  Shazam had probably become jaded over his own squadron, although he was persistant in his denial, and the fact that the other squadrons were actually just as uniform and united as Nazgul dawned on him abruptly.  There was the occasional mishap, but at the moment, there were no casualities throughout the entirety of Phoenix Wing.  To say the least- surprising...

"Phoenix Wing, listen up- you've just seen first hand that we can hold off an entire fleet of enemy craft and we did it better than we could have ever expected.  If we wanna keep this up, we need to stay smart-that means no stupid mistakes...  So, Kaph, you are covering our rear-ends cause you'll catch up in the front if it's needed, Aegis- you're front: don't be too 'hero', but try to absorb some of the pot-shots if you feel them coming and think you can.  You are our protect vest- don't forget it.  Nazgul Squadron will take up the port and starboard flanks; lets make it be real smooth-like, now.  Does everyone get the picture?"  Shazam cut off the com with his gloved hand and stared through the dark lenses as if they weren't even there.  His career thus far, in Shazam's opinion, had made him far to used to some things.  He only hoped it didn't get him killed...

"That's an affirmitive for Kaph, One..."  Will seemed to crackle just a bit despite his close location- Magnetic feilds around here?

Chip sounded a little clearer and even more enthusastic despite his less than sunny disposition at the controls of his schimitar assault bomber.  "Gotcha, One."  Of course, the bombers were several times better than the original craft they'd have been flying, and there really wans't much to complain about so maybe it was just the idle threats of pilots- much like farmers like to complain about thier occupation despite excellent crop surpluses and reasonable weather.

The transports remaining appeared immaculate in the blazing ambient light shrouding the craft as they entered the outer edges of the atmosphere.  Nazguls one through six had taken up the left side of the escort with the remaining fighters in the squadron drawing onto starboard.  Some people would have disagreed with the close proximity, but they couldn't afford to be brought off the guard positions of these carriers for even a moment.  Even now, despite perrying various blows from the enemy and making it through a death-trap, there was still the possibility of picking up and taking off.

The lights no longer appeared a wispy blue by a sharp, tentative red, whisping flames about the hull and causing the ship to wine slightly.  The transparisteel viewport took the heat like anything else though, just brightening from time to time as the ships passed through the thermolayer.  Then the coms came back a live as the temporary fuzz dissipated and radio silence was broken to make sure all the ships had survived the initial entry vector.  An omicron appeared to have lost some minor peripheal equipment for acknologing it could go on with the mission- alrighty...  The level and layer of atmosphere at which they were at still granted them some communique' cover: and if there were magnetic interference from that far out, there was no way they would be able to pick up on their signals or their conversations.

After the last check-in had been made, they were coming through yet another level of atmosphere, the skies suddenly clearing- little cloud cover beyond the next layer and even less after that, revealing a bright greeen terrain with mountainous regious with sharp cliff tops as well as winding valleys covetted by lush vegetation.  Maybe a nice place if there weren't cloning facilities polluting it's innocence...  Outside influences suck...

The whining from the ship had stopped but other systems were suddenly coming on line like the inertial dampeners, which Shazam causally lowered to allow for some more g's to pull against him; he'd always preferred to feel out the subtleties of his ship.  He also checked the status of his repulsor lifts and grinned widely as he thought to himself- now why would I need those?

Shazam lightly pressed the right pedal and pushed the yoke forward, bring him into a downward spiral, which brought him below the formation so he could see without any obstructions or intrusions.  Their target landing area was within five miles, so they'd be on it in no time- maybe without any...

"Crap..." Shazam drifted back up toward the squadron as his radar beeped indignantly at him- a full squadron of contacts coming from the east as well as another from the north.  What had they for defenses again?  Two squadrons didn't seem like much but maybe the initial reports had been incorrect...  Yes- the end of this battle was yet to be seen- preliminaries would prove to do little or no good...

"Radio silence is no longer necessary people- we've already got bogies coming from the north and east- my scanners indicate X-wing class fighters, they'll be coming up from the bottom and into the center of our formation."  He took a quiet breath then said- "If you see someone goin after a shuttle, you take them- forget about your original mark, just worry about getting those ships on the ground.  Understood?"  A series of affirmitives went out but Shazam continued-

"Once the transports are down, they'll be making a run for it- we'll escort them part-way then Firestorm will take over, our job is to create and maintain air supierority- don't forget it.  Chase your kills, no need to let the stragglers go and have them come back to bite us: chase your kills....  Alright- be ready to engage..." 

(Check the breifings to see what we should be going against first, I'll talk to Art and check them myself in a little bit.  Rock On.)

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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/LtC Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Commander of Nazgul Squadron, Phoenix Wing and Training

Kaph had been doing a good job of holding off the X-wings, but they were largly outnumbered. mny of the X-wings were making it through their defenses and attempting to take out the transports, which was giving Nazgul and the flight three from Kaph alot to do. The shuttles wern`t very good at shooting down any oncoming missiles they may have headed towards them, making Nazgul an anti-missile until for the moment.

"Damn, these things are hard to hit!" Gunnay cried out angerly after missing three or fours shots at the missile before hitting it. He had been watching a trio of shuttles, whil Jesati and Mika were taking another trio. Trevor had left his flight behind when a cocky X-wing pilot had decided to try and take out Trevor insted of the shuttles, which had probably been the main target.

The X-wing had shot at him after making a missile run, and Trevor didn`t appreciate that. He took out the missile the X-wing had fired and stamped on the left rudder pedal, chasing after the X-wing at full thottle. At first he just took pot shots at the X, and caused the pilot to take evasive manuevers. The X rolled and dropped in altitude, skimming along the tree tops. Trevor followed, hot on his heels, although he dropped a little lower and sheered off the tops of a few trees before pulling up.

That coulda been real bad. I bet he wanted me to do that... Trevor thought to himself as he checked his readouts for any hull damage. Nill. He pulled up and began trying to get a missile lock of his own, which was difficult with the X occasionaly dropping into a trail in the trees. Damn, they have the home field advanatge... He thought, wishing he knew the trails as well as the X-wing pilot did.

As they rounded a bend in the trail, Trevor almost met a wall of trees head first, but somehow managed to pull up at the last second, rocketing straight up into the sky. He was sure he had lost his prey, but a moment later found that he now had a missile lock on him.

The X-wing pilot had puled out of the trees and made a wide loop, waiting for Trevor to pull up hard to avoid the trees. He knew the area well, and was an esspecialy good pilot. This is going to be close, but only one ofus is going to make it out of here alive. Trevor thought to himself, suddenly thinking that maybe this had been a bad idea.

Trevor, running out of ideas for things to try, desperatly reached out and cut his throttle to 10%. The X-wing, not expecting a sudden loss of speed from his target, shot past Trevor and then fired the missile, which no longer had a lock and simply flew off along the treetops until it clipped an outlying branch, detonating it and setting a good number of trees on fire.

Now Trevor was behind the X-wing again, and was still having difficultys getting a lock. Its this Aggressor, I can`t work good with it. He told himself, even though it wasn`t true.

A few seconds later, the X-wing attempted to loop straight up and get behind Trevor again, which almost worked, except Trevor had spun his fighter into a wide righthanded loop and managed to pull in right behind the X-wing. He was dangerously close now, not only for himself, but for the X-wing. If the X-wing were to cut his throttle to 75%, Trevor would rear end him and they would both die.

Unleashing a volley of shots into the Aft shields of the X-wing, Trevor finaly thought he was getting the upperhand in the battle. Just as his shots broke through the shield and touched hull, the pilot of the X-wing cut his throttle and pushed it back up, scareing Trevor into pulling up and going over top of the X-wing.

The positions had switched once again, now putting Trevor into the danger zone. Trevor swore, slamming a fist down onto a control panel. Before he moved his hand, he noticed it hand landed right next to his Aft cannons control. It was still set to manual, and he had completly forgotten it even existed. Flipping the switch and settng it to automated, the X-wing quickly got a mouthful of laser.

The X-wing had taken all power from his shields and put them into his cannons, so he could punch a hole in Trevor faster. But apperently the pilot was as familiar with the craft he was up against as Trevor was. Which was not alot at all. The shots from Trevor`s after cannon hit the cockpit, but insted of shattering the viewport, they just scorched it black. The pilot, unable to see, Decided to back out of the fight, and made a hard left. As he pulled on his control yoke though, he also pushed it slightly forward, tipping the nose of his fighter towards the trees.

The fighter decended into the trees, and the noseof the fighter clipped a huge rock that was sticking out above the tree-line. The fighter`s nose crumpled, and the rest of the fighter sumersalted over the rock, landing in the trees and exploding, taking out a good area of lumber.

"Damn....That was far to close." Trevor said alloud as he began his way back to the transports. "Flight three, this is Flight Leader, how do you have things over there?"

"Well, one transport is heavily damaged, but the say they are still good to fly as long as we give them a bit more protection. So its me and Jesati covering it now, while Mika takes a bunch of others. The rest of Nazgul is split up among the remaining transports, with the occasion pilot running off to do what you did." Gunnay informed him, pausing half way through his explanation to let out a small 'whoop' after taking out another missile.

"Alright 10, I`m on my way back. I`ll be there in about 15 seconds." Trevor said, pushing his throttle to 100% and putting some power from his cannons into his engines, trying to push himself faster wihtout overloading them.
 
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FL/CPO/Trevor Evenson/Nazgul 9(3-1)/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Cyleaf's Hawkbat broke through the atmosphere instantly putting pressing the Zabrak back into his pilot seat, reaching up he turned down the compensator a few notches so that the pressure was bearable. Checking his radar he watched the rest of the fleet in front of him proceeding towards their destination.

Checking his readings, sweat began to build up on his brow, wow it got hot in here fast, I feel like there is something I am forgetting Cy thought to himself as Will's voice came over the comms, "Alright Kaphs, brace yourselves for atmosphere entering. It's gonna get quite hot around here."  Cyleaf slapped himself in the forehead, or the part of the helmet where it would be and turned off the heater.

Streaks of heat began to build up around Cyleaf's fighter, easing up on the throttle and following course he noticed that his speed was remaining the same if not gaining some. Than Shazam came over the radio saying something about reducing speed, drive fins, air brakes and repulsors, but Cy was already to busy applying those so he didn't quite catch it all. As soon as his repulsors kicked in the ship bucked some sending him into his chair but than slowed down to about 80mglt.

Cyleaf's radar alarm sounded as red dots appeared to the north and east the few dots became a swarm of them as the closed in. Shazam's voice came over the comms again detailing instructions; Cyleaf listened intently because any deviancy could be his life. Than will came over "You heard 'im. Kaphs prepare to engage." Will said. "We'll take the ones coming from the east, and let Aegis and Nazgul worry about the other one from north. But be alert. They might have hidden hangers somewhere, and enemy fighters can pop out anywhere."

Cyleaf being in flight one was ordered to attack the x-wings head on, he acknowledge by saying "Roger" and proceeded to throttle up. Off to his side as always during this mission was Dodger, a hot-shot pilot assigned to Kaph for this mission, but Cyleaf was fresh from the academy himself. Alright Dodger you watch my back and I got yours, we will make it out of this alive Thought Cyleaf as Dodger's Hawkbat pulled out in front of him. The x-wing formation broke up as both groups selected targets. Cyleaf received a lock on a fighter in the middle of a three man group and released his missile. He watch with a smirk as it streaked towards it's target exploding right before dropping taking out one fighter's shield and knocking one other down to half.

Dodger poured laser fire into the fighter without shields and it exploded in a brilliant flash, Cyleaf's canopy dialed down from the explosion protecting its pilot. Will's voice cut through like a knife, he had a missile on his tail and apparently it was a new type, at that announcement Cyleaf's panel lit up with alarm, he had  bird on his tail as well. "Dodger I got a missile tailing me can you help me out?" he said as he pulled up hard on his stick while hitting he foot yolk to make the Hawkbat spin while pulling. "Hang on, I'm almost there" came Dodger's reply. "Drop down towards the treetops, when you pull up I'll blast it out of the sky." Inverting himself made his stomach queese and he rolled and headed towards the trees, the missile and Dodger behind him.

Wait for it, wait for it he thought to himself as the tree tops became closer looking like green knives waiting to impale their prey. Cyleaf pulled hard on the stick increasing throttle to help compensate, he grazed the tops of the trees makeing his Hawkbat shake, he heard and explosion then the words "Ah crap" followed by a second and then a third, he raised and eyebrow and looked at his radar Dodger's blue dot was not there, Cyleaf immediately went into an Immelman keeping himself inverted, the sight he saw made his heart skip a beat. The lush forest was covered in a large blaze from the impact of something or a couple of somethings.

"Dodger hey Doger, come in, you there?" Cyleaf's voice was scratchy and hectic, Dodger just saved my life, he still has to be somewhere, right? he thought again "Nice trick Dodger, not funny" than Than Sion's voice came over the comms, "Sorry kid, he didn't make it, he got the torpedo, but never saw the guy behind him, don't worry I made that fighter pay."

Cyleaf felt hoarse, the man just saved his life and he was gone, "Thank you Sir" was all he could manage to get out over the lump in his throat.

 
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FM/SCR/Cyleaf Aehait/Kaph 1-3/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

"This is transport leader, touching down- and we're set!  Watch our backs now!"  Cyleaf heard over his headset, he sighed with relief; a big pinnacle of this mission had just been reached. Checking over his radar, still dotted with red blips, x-wings, Will, Than Sion and Demonic were poised in dog fights trying to keep the fighters off the transports and the men on the ground. Kaph's third wing was over with Nazgul and Aegis providing air to ground support.

Cyleaf gripped his control stick tight as he heard Scout's last words in his head again "Oh Crap", Cyleaf thought back to the academy, That was a rough day, hesitating in space during my first real flying outside of sims, I had vowed never to make that mistake again to hesitate, than during atmospheric training I again made a risky choice, the records later had shown my ship would suffer extensive damage and I would have to eject. What is wrong with me, I take two steps forward, five back. Cyleaf sighed coming out of though and back into the battle at hand.

Trees zoomed by during maneuvers, his body pressed firmly into his chair as he spun this way and banked that way. His radar came alive again as new contacts joined the fray. Though his cockpit window Cyleaf saw more x-wings launching from some hanger joining the fray, the strange thing about these were the blue rings painted on their nose and s-foils. These fighters swooped into tight formation their s-foils locking into attack position.

"All right people looks like more food for the Rancor, let's chew em up and give em hell" came Will's voice over the intercom. Cyleaf turned down his inertial compensator a couple more clicks; he would need to use more speed and hard turns so he didn't want to get sick. Increasing throttle Cyleaf selected a target and zoomed towards it, adjusting his target reticule he acquired a missile lock and fired, watching the vaporous trail speed towards its target. The fighter immediately responded into evasive maneuvers trying to shake the missile. It exploded in front of the craft knocking the shields down to twenty-five percent.

Cyleaf raised and eyebrow, "Will my missile didn't take out it's shields, are these blue rings better shielded?" as he finished his question bright laser fire burst up from the ground searing towards the fighter, three bolts made direct impact taking out shields and reducing the fighter to a fiery ball. "Hey Kaph, we'll help you guys out at best as we can, down here, packages is delivered now we'll lend ground-air support" came a transport. Cyleaf smiled to himself, Well I'll take any help I can get. Selecting another target the Zabrak zoomed towards hopefully another kill.

Laser blasted forth from Cyleaf's Hawkbat tracing the fighter in front of him through the air, playing with his missile lock seemed like trying to find a needle in a hay stack no matter what he did Cyleaf couldn't paint him. The fighter brake-turned in excellent percision forcing Cyleaf to overshoot. Noticing his error Cy immediately pulled into an Immelman getting himself height and hoping the attacker follows and pulls into the wrong direction, but luck was not on his side.

Reaching the top of the maneuver and inverting upright the Hawkbat began to shake, it rocked three times as one bolt flew passed the canopy. Cyleaf immediately checked his shields, he rear deflector was down to ten percent, but those three solid hits should have knocked out my shields and inflicted some kind of damage, fingers typing in a frenzy Cyleaf reverted some of his engine power to his shields, making his max speed 100mglt and his shields up to 25%. That was the second time his shields had gone down and the monitors showed some wear.

All of a sudden the x-wing rocketed past him, a Hawkbat in pursuit. "I got him kid, watch those shields, don't want to lose you too," came Will's voice, Cyleaf had again thought back to why he was still going strong and his shields were re-charging than it hit him. "Kaph 1, their shields are seem to be amped up, I was hit by three solid shots, they are taking energy from the weapons and increasing their defenses. They are hoping to take us out with maneuvers and numbers," stated the Zabrak as he again tried to select a more suitable target.

Something about that one fighter bothered him, his flying was near flawless, nothing the other pilots where showing. Turning back towards the battle Cyleaf squinted his eyes and vowed, the next target wouldn't last at all.

 
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FM/SCR/Cyleaf Aehait/Kaph 1-3/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE/(=*A*=)

Damn, this guy's good. Will thought as he tried pushing the stick farther to the left to try and do a tighter turn, but not succeeding. As long as I've been in the Navy, I've never seen someone this good. Besides Shazam of course. Even I'm having a hard time keeping up. Will watched as the x-wing in front of him moved in behind Kaph 3 as he was at the same time doing evasive maneuvers. Still twitching around, he fired a few shots at Cyleaf, and actually managed to score hits.

"I got him kid, watch those shields, don't want to lose you too." Will assured him as he fired a few shots at the x-wing, reminding the guy that he's not off the hook yet, But Will missed.

"Kaph 1, their shields are seem to be amped up, I was hit by three solid shots, they are taking energy from the weapons and increasing their defenses. They are hoping to take us out with maneuvers and numbers." Cyleaf informed.

"Thank you Kaph3, I'll keep that in mind." Will pulled up again to copy the enemy's action. But he did catch the trick as the fighter in front of him suddenly just dropped out under him. Will dived down, and tried to see if there's any signs of the craft, as he inverted his ship. It was gone from his sight. Will straightened out, and checked his radar for any thing, and saw a red dot closing in on him. He knew what was coming to him. Quickly putting most of shields to aft, he felt his ship rock as shots impacted his aft shields. But with the weak shots and his strong shield, the shots didn't deplete his shield completely, in fact, only down to fifty percent. Will quickly went into evasive maneuvers and tried to shake the fighter.

Will tried various evasive maneuvers, but the fighter continued to trail him, spraying Will with fire everytime he got a chance to. Will checked his readings, his shields were gone. "Kaph Leader to Transport Omikron 2, get this guy off my tail with a missile or something. I can't shake him!"

"Give us a clear lock and we'll bring him down." the captain on the transport answered.

Will lowered his altitude to near the treetops, hoping his plan would work. More shots flashed past him, miraculously, they all missed. When he was closer to the transport, he pulled up in a long immelman. hoping the transport's gunman would take the chance and get a lock on the x-wing.

"Missiles away." the captain reported.

At the same time, the x-wing disappeared from Will's view again. apparently fleeing as the two missiles streaked away behind him, hot on his tail.

"Phew, that was a close one. Thanks Omikron 2."

"We're happy to help, as long as you keep us out of their line of fire."

Will took up position around the transports that still needs to be unloaded to wait for his shields to recharge a little. He's the kind of guy that plays safe. Some might think it's selfish, but he's not the kind of people willing to take unnecessary risks. Some people may be willing to just rush into battle in the name of helping out others, but in Will's opinion, rushing into situations like this without any shields is almost like suicide. Considering the odds of taking out an enemy with strong shields before he picks up one himself. even with low powered shot, on a shield-less fighter, it's enough to blow it out of the sky if shot with enough precision. 10%, c'mon, hurry up.

But Will didn't just sit there though. He switched his sensors for hot body counts, any small group of three or five warm body counts not inside the landing zone were probably enemy units. Putting his fighter in a small dive he found a group of targets, then fired, his shots scorched the ground and left dark burnt marks on tree trunks, also, a couple limp dead bodies on the ground.

More beeps sounded as Will caught the sight of a pair of infantry with rocket launchers, rocket launchers aimed right at him. Will dived to the left, but was greeted with a wall of trees. He had no choice but to fly into the forest. Diving even lower, soon he found himself among the trees. using his sensors, the computer sent out waves that graphed the surroundings and helped the pilot with some aid in navigating through the area at high speeds. Will had to slow down in order to avoid collisions. The missiles however, also slowed down, their computers were not programed for such close spaces, one smashed into a tree, and set the area ablaze.

Will looked around for an exit, if he didn't find a way out, soon he's gonna be part of a burning chunk of steel. Luck was on his side and he spotted a canopy of tree branches ahead with much more sun shining through than the rest. Will his repulsor lifts activated, Will navigated through the thin patch of branches and pulled into an inverted position going not far on top of the tree tops again. The missile, however, tried to cut corner, hoping to get to its target faster, exploded within a blanket of leaves. It probably got caught between some branches. Alright, shields back up to 70%. Pulling into a turn, Will rejoined the rest of his squadron in the dogfight against the x-wings.
 
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-(William the Conquerer)-
King of PPC
We are still here because we conquered our enemies, and we shall do it once more! and more, and more, and more!
SC/CWO Willtconq/Kaph 1/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B][SV]
Wm/Wm Willtconq/WM:1/Webmasters/VET/VE

The thermal imaging on the targetting computer really helped.  Newly upgraded thrermal imaging systems had just been installed into the pilots' helmets and fighters, allowing them to be more capable of all out destruction.

Where did he come from?

Jaden swore as his fighter shuddered from blasts into his aft shields.  Compensating for his turn, he shut the engines down to 10%, letting the X-wing over shoot him, but that wouldn't be it.  The X-wing seemed to be moving faster, and having more firepower than the ones in the first wave.  I'm getting real scared now...

"Er, one, I've got an unusual tailing me.  I'm sure that he's an ace, no doubt, but he's flying like a pro.  He's outskilled me time and time over," said Jaden, "Looks like he belongs to one of the flights that just came in, and all of their fighters are painted with some kind of symbol...description looks something like the regular RS symbol, but there is a black stick on the emblem, surrounded by flames"

Jaden shook in his seat as a missile colided with his starboard side of his fighter, sending him into a lateral roll.  Stabilizers were almost shot, and the blasts from the aft had injured the engines.  Jaden fought to pull out of the spin, keeping his control yoke steady.  Jaden jammed the throttle to full, shooting out of the turn, but the fighter snapped right back into position behind him.  Jaden could see Shazam in front of him for one instance, then gone.

"Two, I think you're going to be very suprised here.  I just ran a check with the Coruscant.  Their intellegence specialists have tracked the fighter group to the same ones we fought on Dubrillion.  The Four Sticks," said Shazam, "I'm notifying the squadron on the other channel as we speak.  You better stay in the air, we need you."

The Four Sticks...

The thoughts ran through Jaden's head as he pulled into a high S-turn, cutting power and dropping towards the surface of the planet.  As soon as he was nearly at the tree's, he cut the power and triggered the repulsor lifts.  A salvor exploded right beside his fighter; the pilot shot a blind shot, hoping to catch Jaden's fighter.  Jaden punched the throttle to full, jucing up his shields from his weapons power, desperately hoping that they would come back, but he didn't have the up to par controls he had before over his fighter.

"One, I'm losing my rear stabalizers, and my engines are trying their best to keep running," said Jaden, "I'm going to have to bail if I can't get out of this.  Give me some assistance"

"Just got a tango, on my way to your assistance two," said Shazam, "Looks like no one has managed to take out any of those four X-wings.  Will had one tailed on him, but managed to get away, and so did Trevor.  Looks like you drew the short straw"

"Stop bickering and get his fighter off of my ass!" yelled Jaden, trying to keep control of the fighter.  Shields were coming back up, but it was a very slow process.  Something was wrong internally, but a system check was nothing Jaden could look at right now.

I need to survive this...

Shazam's fighter flew right above his.  He had come straight on with a missile lock on the fighter, and shot it right into the front of the X-wings cockpit.  The fighter split off course, as if the pilot had lost all control of his fighter.

"Let me take his ass," said Jaden, fighting to turn the fighter into an arc to come around and spit off a few shots at the enemy fighter.  Shazam had immediatelyt taken action, shooting up the starboard S-foils, ripping the fighter in half.  Jaden had the pleasure of seeing the explosion of the fighter that had nearly cost his death.

After falling back into flight with Shazam, Jaden's shields had been brought back up to 50%, but the stabilizers weren't holding.  He could barely stay with Shazam as they strafed the anti-air forces on the ground.

"Shazam, I'm going to need to bail.  My fighter is losing the rear stabilizers, and my engines aren't recovering as well as I thought they would.  The only thing I have online is my shields and one of my ion engines.  Wings are all shot up, my radio is stuck on this frequency, which means I have electrical damage.  I don't even know if I can get this fighter out of the atmosphere," said Jaden

Shazam paused for a second before he responded, as if he had finally taken the fact that he wouldn't see one of his best friends ever again, unless they figured out some kind of plan to get him into another fighter on the planet.

"Two, or should I just say Jaden, I'm sorry to hear that, but there is nothing I can do.  Just bail, and I'll relay your co-ordinants to the ground team.  Seeing as though you do have some control over your fighter, make sure you dump out by one of the transports.  They should be able to help you out," said Shazam

"Sir, Yes Sir," said Jaden softly.  Something had to be wrong with his piloting skills.  In the last missions, he had basically went down in every single one.  Maybe he wasn't up to par to be with the empire.  The thoughts were wiped out as Jaden turned the fighter into course with one of the transports.  He was nearly a quarter mile away from the transport.

"Bye one, hope to see you again," said Jaden.  He left the controls, strappe himself into his seat more securely, and ejected from the fighter.
 
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Jaden Khaar


Vast Empire
FM/SCPO Jaden Khaar/Nazgul 1-2 (Nazgul 2)/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:S] (SV) (CBV)

Than Sion spotted one of the "blue rings."  There had been much talk about the high skill level of the RS pilots that flew the X-Wings with the blue ring details over the wing channel.  It only took him a split second to think up his next move.  He pressed down on the left foot pedal to pursue the X-Wing.  It probably isn't one of the smartest decisions I have ever made but it does make sense, thought Sion.

"Kaph 6, this is Demonic, are you doing what I think you are."

"What would that be," said Than Sion.

"Doing something crazy and not inviting me to join in!"

Than Sion smiled under his helmet as he watched Kal's Hawkbat target the same X-Wing. 

"I'll distract him while you try to flank him," said Demonic. 

"Copy that flight leader."

Than Sion vectored away from the direct path he had been taking.  These guys were good, but how would one stand up to two Hawkbats?  He kept his eye on the radar blimp that stood for Demonic until its behavior seemed like that of engagement.  Sion pulled hard on the control stick and brought himself on direct vector with the blue ring again.  The X-Wing seemed to be falling for the trick until right after Sion came into firing range.  He was about to squeeze down with his thumb when the missile lock alarm went off.

"Sith spawn," Sion said loudly.

The X-Wing pilot must have predicted this and had a missile armed with Sion's name on it by the time he came in range.

"This is Kaph 6; I have a rocket on my tail.  The engagement has failed Kaph 5.  These guys are even better than we thought."

Than Sion pulled himself in a roll as he went down for the tree line.

"Copy that Kaph 6, I am going to pull out to assist," said Demonic.

"I would not recommend that flight leader," said Sion.  "You would leave your six vulnerable to attack."

"This is Kaph 1; I am open and will assist instead."

Than Sion made an abrupt turn in attempt to shake the missile.  The maneuver put some distance between him and the rocket, but did not shake it.  He was pulling up when he heard an explosion behind him.

"You are all clear Kaph 6," said Kaph leader.

"Thanks Kaph 1," replied Sion.

Demonic's voice came over the communications link, "I don't exactly know how it happened, but the same X-Wing we were chasing after is now chasing me!"

"Sorry Kaph 5, my shields are low and I will be unable to engage," said Kaph 1.

"I will come in to assist," said Sion.

On his way over to help Kaph 5, he got a quick glance at Willtconq's view port.  It looked almost like... No it couldn't be.  It would be imposable for Will's Hawkbat to be flying itself.  Will's black suit must have blended in with the interior of the cockpit.

Than Sion raced in on the X-Wing; the blue ring, not wanting to be caught up with another Hawkbat while he was pursuing, pulled off from his attack.

"Thanks Kaph 5," said Demonic. 

 
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FM/PO1 Than Sion/Kaph 6/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)
Paintball is the only sport that you get to shoot somebody in.

What next?  Shazam grunted away the frustration as he pulled the stick up a little sooner than intended.  So far, although there had been few deaths, an enemy force had jumped in and destroyed several landing craft, ace x-wing pilots were rousting the escort crews and now Jaden was forced to eject.  Then there was the Four Sticks... 

It'd actually been a little while since he'd been on ground, but he'd had his fair share of encounters as well.  Now the ground crews seemed to be encountering technical problems everywhere they turned.  It appeared the landing strip was slightly unstable as well, or atleast more so than previously figured.  The flattened grass area was actually about two miles in length, but the sides sloped down so sharply that landing on the edges would be suicide to anyone trying to get out; Shazam breifly imagined one of the troops opening the door and stepping out into thin air.  As for it's actual instability, sensors indicated that the rock formations beneath were moving and the base of the platform was far thinner than the grassy plain itself.  They would have to move quickly.  From Shazam's craft, you could only just see the peice that was holding it onto the mountainous terrain.  So really, it was more like a balcony to the mountain that they'd just landed on, and now they were trying to climb their way up a portion of the valley leading out. 

Shazam's job had been strafing the outskirts of the platform while the mobile units and regiments became organized; within ten minutes they were moving out.  These blue ringed fighters were giving some serious trouble though.  The Four Sticks had the blue rings, but they had the extra firey logo where the other ones did not.  Interestingly enough, the ace fighter was not part of the four sticks, instead his fighter had an extra yellow strip around the nose cone that identified him.  Easier target perhaps, but then again, he probably wanted to be challenged.My type of target...

"Aegis Squadron reporting in, here.  We've seen atleast four bunkers, all of which seem to have two turrets and a squad or two of men.  We believe these are the clone troops..."  Chip was talking rather quickly; was he fighting them as he spoke? 

At the moment, now that the line of troops and equipment were able to file through the tall grass and get into the valley, Nazgul and Kaph were doing their best to keep the ace squadron at bay.  The Four Sticks, which Shazam grudingly remembered going against, were supposed to be the best of the best- the type you hear about and begin to cringe at the thought of facing them.  The Nazgul commander had thought it mighty suspicious then that they'd died so easilly against a new squadron, and now Shazam knew that a lot of the men out in fight today were beginning to think that they weren't good enough- perhaps these enemy pilots were just too good.  All these near death experiences were scaring them out of their senses.

Below, the heavier equipment groups like AT-STs and larger were covering the front while those who could not ride staggered about in squads.  Up ahead was the junction to the main road, which would probably be riddled with blaster burn and debris by the end of the day. 

"Nazguls- watch yourselves!"  On instinct, Shazam pulled up and away, snap-rolling to port then pulling up again to bring him into a sharp loop to focus on Kaph's head pilot.  Apparently the ace fighter group was no longer entirelly interested in Kaph: they were coming Nazgul's way. 

"Alright- Three and Four- get on my tail and stay close.  Flights two and three- be prepared to fight low.  Do not let them touch those hills..."  Art and Tyrax were already on thier way as Shazam kicked up the throttle and pushed his sheilds to the front.  "Scratch that last command Two, get in a line- we can't give them any room on their first pass..."  Well, duh!  Three fighters against a hoard of about eight coming down at once was going to look a little silly no matter how you threw it.  Then again- they weren't intending on destroying all of them...  "Link those cannons and be prepared to split off...  I'll give you the command some time before we reach them.  Be prepared."

"The x-wings are spreading into a V formation, One- are you sure this'll still work?"  Art queried quietly as he pulled up a little closer behind Shazam.

"That's why we're ganna jump out and scare 'em, bud..."  How fast are they moving?  Crap, they're ganna have a missile lock if we don't start movin...  Shazam spun slowly first but then began to bring the trio into a snake-like movement toward their original bearing.

"We're encountering enemy fire here, Aegis- take out those turrets or this is ganna end real quick..."  The com buzzed softly afterwords; the commander must have been ready to say something else but held it back.  Something about sluggish Navy response?  Shazam hoped not but was readilly more concerned with the prize ahead.  The three imperials had risen quickly and were now in guns range.  The x-wings opened up without hesitation, almost all of their burst linked and unable to hit the snake of TIEs.  Then Shazam reaquired his original target and flew straight toward the enemy formation long enough to-

"Split!"  Art rolled left and let off a burst on the leader then another toward a fighter two ships down.  Tyrrax did about the same minus the second shot; she wasn't quite able to keep her nose up as she continued to roll.  Shooting while launching a continuous roll isn't as easy as some made it out to be, so Shazam was happy with their results.  Namely, the two initial linked burst that blinked out the head x-wing's sheilds as Shazam let off his own burst.  Really, he wasn't even looking at the X-wing, the two were moving far to quickly for aiming, so all the while he was pulling the trigger, he was looking for that gap he could fly through...  There!  Another burst and he spun to port, bringing him between the head x-wing and his wingman.  Art was already swinging sharply to bring himself onto the tails of one of the x-wings while Tyrrax ran to catch up.  From outside of the group it must have looked like the fastest draw ever, but the three were experienced enough that it didn't seem like a big deal. 

"Good kill, one!" Jen said from the lower level as her group began to ascend- they would have to get more than one if the attack group hoped to survive.

"I've re-aquired a target and acheived a lock, firing now," Art announced after a quick succession of linked fire by Tyrrax; they were making a good team.  "Missile away..."  Shazam was now inverted and pulling into the pursuit position.  His first glimpse was that of the fighter he'd shot down blowing apart as it enountered the right side of Rystos Peaks, and the second was that of Art's confirmed kill barreling toward him.  No time- shoot!  The sheilds were still in the front, but the linked blast only sent the carreening craft into a new form- shards of transparisteel. 

"Crap, I can't see a thing..." Shazam said as the initial debris hit the front shield, bouncing off harmlessly but lowering the integrity slightly and nearly blinding him with the flashes of red light.  Then he got hammered...  "Shields down to twenty percent- crap!"  Warning lights began to blink on and off as the shields dropped totally and yet another alarm rang, damage reports coming in all the while.  "Looks like I'm missing my behind- all posterior sensors out.  Must have nicked a power supply..."  The glassy rain ended abruptly and Shazam gave his fighter a quick spin to see if it was still alive.  No flight problems- I just won't be able to see if anyone is on my tail...

"Engaging now," Jen announced as her flight opened fire, Art and Tyrrax pulling above the onslaught so they wouldn't become lunch meat.  Shazam was still pretty far behind but he found himself weaving betwee allied bolts like the enemy. 

"Got one!" Tokijin practically screamed as the fighter rolled helplessly toward the tree shrouded hill nearby. 

"Scatch one over here as well," Darius said as if he'd just put some ice-cream away after the kids had pulled it out for a hundreth time.  Then second flight was through the formation and trying to loop back onto their tails as Art and Tyrrax tried to jump back in.  Shazam was there first though and began to pelt the x-wing that had taken the lead with linked fire.  The shields blinked off on the third shot, but Shazam didn't take another because Flight Three was suddenly engaging.  Rolling left and taking cover behind another enemy x-wing profile, Shazam rode out the allied assault while taking a few shots of his own on the engines and s-foils of the fighter ahead of him.  It appeared the ace pilots were unsure as to where they should be allocating their shield's energy, but either way they were putting it full on one side.  The two upper engines burned out as a linked shot made contact with the fuselage and the craft began to shudder.  Uh-Oh...  Shazam would have liked to keep on them all the way until they reached the deck, but the fellow in front of him was about to puke his guts...

"Enjoy the fire works..."  Accepting the g's, Shazam brought his ship steadilly out of the fray and above the battle as the x-wing exploded, shattering the shields of the pilot next door.  Trevor's group held their ground and took shots at the incoming fighters without hesitation.  Jen's group was just pulling out as she took out the sheildless fighter and Flight three began firing.  Three left...  Shazam began to sigh in releif.

"We're being painted!  Move!"  Trevor should have known better- the rest of the flight thought he was talking about the enemy fighters ahead, so they simply twisted to get out of the enemy's firing reticule.  "Follow me!"  Too late...  Jesati vaporized in a grotesce fashion- the wings spun off and the cockpit exploded in a fireball for the ground and air-forces to see above the soft green foliage.  Silohetted by the blast, Shazam re-appeared from the left and began to fire on the anti-air turret from behind.  The missile tubes slowly began spinning his way, but it only made him more determined.  Setting the depth to a longer intercept course, the linked bolts streaked toward the head of the AA turret.  There were no sheilds, but the heavy armor was enough to hold it up against the pitiful fighter firepower- he would have to abandon...

"Take that you friggen, punk!"  Mika had looped sharply and brought himself up to face the head of the turret, pouring on his own salvo just as Shazam finished his.  This new line of fire didn't give the metal enough time to cool...  "The head stopped turning!" Trevor said histerically just as the tubes were about to face Mika.  The lone fighter let off one more shot, this time linked into the neck joint of the AA, a small explosion going off as the fluid that powered the gun's rotation ignited and threw tongues of flame into the ammunition chamber.  Boom... It detonated and a roar from the army below could be heard as well as a triumphant cheer over the com.

"That's one AA out of commision- watch yourselves now!" 

(OOC: Alright, there'll be four outpost along this road, each has it's own squad, and an anti-air gun along with two turrets.  The road is about the width of two average four room houses.  Lol, not very clear, but you get the image- those anti-air turrets will be highlighted by the Army, and you can say that they do that.  This way they aren't hidden like the one that killed Jesati.  The main turrets are going to be relativelly close to that AA, so we have to take out the turrets at high speeds to avoid getting shot up by AAs.  Also, there will be different types of AAs- the first is going to be laser cannon style, the second missile, the third laser cannon and the fourth back to missile.  That main first wall we encounter will be about six and a half miles long with outpost evenly spaced.  Those have no anti-air and are mainly turrets with extra ones along the main gate.  We're going to have to blow it open...  We won't encounter another wall atleast two miles.  These walls are pretty high and made of some good metals but they are not easy to see unless you are right there- that's how well shrouded they are.  As for the blue ringed fighters- there's three that Nazgul are dealing with and about nine or ten that Kaph is still busy with.  Aegis- you are going to be doing close support with these Army people, so feel free to give names to squads and commaders to help yourselves stay organized.  Any questions, comments or concerns- bring them up in Gernal Topic.  Rock On.)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/LtC Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Commander of Nazgul Squadron, Phoenix Wing and Training

The situation had steadily gotten worst since they had entered the atmosphere. There hadn't been any casualties before then nor had the resistance been that effective. Than Sion rolled to avoid fire from an X-Wing. Sion suddenly pulled down and braked, letting the X-Wing over shoot him. He linked fired both cannons and kept on shooting until the X was pulverized. It had been one of the standard X-Wings, not one of the blue rings.

Sion heard Skylla's voice in his helmet, "I have a missile on me!"

"This is Kaph six, coming to assist," said Sion. He cringed as he remembered the growing chain of torp irony.

Than Sion pulled his Hawkbat behind Skylla's, chasing the missile as it changed vectors with the female pilot. He quickly adjusted the knobs on the control stick and took careful shots at the deadly flyer. The first shot missed and skimmed under Skylla's Hawkbat.

"Be careful Kaph six," said Skylla in a worried voice.

"Sorry," replied Sion in a flat voice that was caused by concentration.

He took a second shot, this one was a hit and the missile exploded harmlessly with no one in range.

"Thanks Kaph six, these rockets seem to be pestering everyone," she said.

"For some a little more," said Sion in a crude voice for "pestering" seemed to be a little too light of a word for the situation.

"What?" said Skylla in a confused voice.

"Oh," said Sion in an apologetic voice, "you must not have heard of what happened to dodger."

There was a pause caused by the words sinking in.

"This was his first mission wasn't it?"

"That it was."

All of a sudden Sion's shield was plummeted by laser fire at his right flank. Than Sion swerved down to avoid having his shields drained. Sion got a good look at the ship as it flew over him. It was on of the blue rings, but he noticed a black mark on the things hull that he remembered. It was the same one that had caused him and Demonic problems earlier.

Than Sion gunned the engines and went for the blue ring. It must have been what the pilot had expected for he made a tight turn, which would have blacked out most pilots, turning the table on Sion. Than Sion dived again to avoid shield failure. They must have some sort of weakness, thought Sion.

If they had lowered their cannon power in the name of shields then he would have to figure out how that would be taken advantage of. Then it came to him, if he could try to go head on with the blue ring, then he would have the advantage in fire power. It would be risky, but it just might work.

Than Sion pulled away from the battle again, always keeping track of the specific X-Wing. He would probably be expecting the same attack as before, but this time he would be surprised by Sion's head on charge. He came around again, this time ahead of the enemy X. The X-Wing didn't fire another missile, either because by choice or, more likely, the constant allied missile locks had taken its toll by empty missile tubes.

Then Sion put all shields to forward and brought himself directly head on with the X. His hands were sweating under his gloves as he came within cannon range. He then opened fire with a constant barrage of his lasers. Sion attempted to dodge some of the fire from the blue ring but couldn't dodge too far for the X-Wing could pull out of his high risk attack. He took a large amount of fire.

The shield went down to 90 percent. He kept on firing as they dropped down to 80 then to 70 percent. When they reached 50 an unfamiliar voice opened a communication link.

"You will die today "eyeball!" It must have been the other pilot in the charge broadcasting on all frequencies.

Sion thought this was somewhat funny since the enemy's shields began to waiver, but reconsidered saying when he noticed his were down to 30.

The shields of the other collapsed when his were down to 20. Sion's own shields collapsed when he finally replied:

"no rebel scum, you will be the one dieing today."

He pressed down on the trigger, firing the knock out shot. The fighter exploded as Sion took a hit to his hull. He checked the LED's immediately after. His shields had collapse but the hull hit only skimmed him.

It had happened in only a few seconds from the enemy fighter's remark to his reply, but it seemed like millennia. It then hit him at how lucky he was. If the pilot hadn't been so cocky he wouldn't have stayed in the charge till the end and Sion was lucky that the last hit didn't go right through his body. But on the other hand he had used his mind to go into a situation that put him ahead of the well shielded but low cannon powered X-Wing.



(OOC: Ok, thanks Willtconq.)


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FM/PO1 Than Sion/Kaph 6/Wing 1/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE(=A=)
Paintball is the only sport that you get to shoot somebody in.

Although with the absence of the group of fighters that left for Nazgul squadron, a considerable weight lifted, Will knew they were still out numbered. Nine remaining, to their seven. Things were not looking good. Even though his men were probably just as well trained as those in the x-wings with the blue rings, but they had been in flight much longer. There fore, more fatigued.

Checking his radar again, Will noted that two were on Demonic's tail.and Rath Thinner was dealing with two as well, one in front, one on his tail. Demonic was in a worse situation than Rath, so Will picked himself a target, and picked up the trail behind one of the two x-wings trailing Demonic. Will aimed, and shot, lowering the ship's shield. At first, it stuck on to Demonic, hoping they would be able to make a kill fast enough that they'd be able to come back and then hunt the one on their tail. But after Will drained the x-wing's shields to 40%, they abandoned the plan, and began evasive maneuvers. Will's target broke off in a snap turn, while the other one continued to pursue Demonic. Not wanting the x-wing to end up behind him, Will decided to put Demonic on hold for now, and snapped to the right as well, trailing the x-wing.

But the result of the actions was not what Will had expected. In fact, the trick the enemy fighters pulled so well, it caught Will completely off guard. The x-wing he was trailing, after a series of twists and turns, lined up right behind a hawkbat, Demonic. But the one that Will left to Demonic was no where in sight. Checking the radar again, he saw a red dot moving in on him. Next thing he knew, the other x-wing dropped nicely behind him, forming a train with Demonic in the lead.

Dammit thought Will as he tried to stay on his original prey's tail while avoiding the constant barrage on his aft shields. After some time, he couldn't take it anymore, and engaged evasive maneuvers. Kicking in the repulsors, Will rolled his Hawkbat onto its port side solar panels, then pulled on the stick, hard. The fighter turned sharply. Following into the turn, the x-wing reduce speed to compensate for lateral g. Taking his chance, Will increased his speed, but kept on the same turn radius, doing circles with the x-wing, neither willing to give in and break away. Sitting in the machine still aboard the Coruscant, Will didn't experience at G at all. Where as for any normal person who's actually flying, such a maneuver would have blacked them out, due to the shortage of blood in their brain and upper body.

After two circles, the x-wing was no longer on Will's tail. Will was all the way on the other side of the circle from the x-wing, and catching up on the x-wing's tail. The x-wing pilot caught the changing positions, and broke off, took a half roll to starboard, and proceeded to do circles in the other direction. Unable to follow through at such high speeds, Will manged to half roll to starboard, but over shot the circle. The x-wing, after a loop, moved in behind Will once again. But Will had already moved from the predicted course. Taking a downward to starboard loop, Will rolled a bit more, and did a half loop. When he crossed the x-wing's path, he was still ahead. Without finishing the loop, will immediately went into a slanted yo-yo, rolling up right as he went. When he got back on course, he was right behind the x-wing. linking his cannons, and switching them to full power, Will shot twice. The two concentrated shots both hit home. The first completely shot through the shields. The second shot melted the engine casings, and the x-wing turned into a exploding ball of gas.

Will let out a long breath he didn't know he had held, and reported, "Another blue ring down." Sitting up, he remembered that Rath had two x-wings on him as well, looking at the radar, he found Rath, with only one x-wing on him. Not bad. Looking up, he noticed how he was apart from the rest of his squadron again. Why does this always happen? It's as if they're trying to lead us away from the group, then pick us off one at a time. "Kaphs, this just occurred to me: try to stay together as a group. If you go off on a pursuit, be sure to request assistance. I'm suspecting that they might plan to pick us off individually."

"Roger."

"Ten-four, Kaph leader."

"Reengaging." Will announced as he sped toward the group.

Suddenly missile lock alarms went off, lights flashed." Will check the radar, nothing behind him nor to the sides. Must've been a malfunction. concentrating on the task at hand, Will once again faced the rest of his squadron.

"Will! Look out!" Demonic yelled.

The next Will knew, his shields were depleted as a missile hit him from under, and a second one due to its closeness to the first, exploded pre-maturely, but caused great damage nonetheless. The shockwaves tore off both solar panels, sending the ball shaped cockpit to the forests below. Will did the only thing he could, and absolutely had to, self-destruct. The technology his ship had must never fall into the enemy's hands. Then everything went black. But before it did, he caught a glimpse of a missile platform on the ground.

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-(William the Conquerer)-
King of PPC
We are still here because we conquered our enemies, and we shall do it once more! and more, and more, and more!
SC/CWO Willtconq/Kaph 1/Wing I/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE (=*A*=) (=*SA*=) [VC:B][SV]
Wm/Wm Willtconq/WM:1/Webmasters/VET/VE

Alt was a little gentler than the other body guards as well- his trim hair cut and obviously powerful physique made him stand out from the other clones. He did more than he had to, which was more than Meye would have needed...

"Your father told me to make sure you stay down here," Altec began to continue on but Meye snapped back-

"Roelk is not my father..." From her suite on the eighty-third floor of the building, they'd begun a slow descent to the bottom level of the hotel where the 'secured' zone was being created and the defensive perimeter was tightest. Why they hadn't taken the lifts was her first question but Alt began to tell a story about some family that had been trapped in a lift without any energy supplying it... The image of little children plummeting to their deaths was enough for her.

"We need to keep moving..." Alt continued past Meye, re-attaching himself to the stairwell railing as he went. She was starting to get the idea he was either getting fed up with her or bursting to say something.  Either way, the silence wouldn't last long.

"So Ryshnell is fighting again?" She hadn't moved while she said this but the look she got from Alt said to do so or expect no answer from him. So the metallic thud of dress shoes against steps began it's procession as Alt reached the bottom of his flight and took a right to proceed down the next.

"I suppose he's got his reasons..." Altec seemed to hesitate before saying this, but he seemed satisfied with his vague statement.  Ryshnell was Meye's mentor after all and very respected amongst the denizens of the Remeis VII.  That, after all, was his squadron out there with the blue rings- Ryshnell flying with them more than likely.

"He's up there because he has to be... Isn't he?" Altec said nothing at the outburst from Meye. "Roelk and his crew are putting my people in danger again and I'm going to have to cover his slimy, no good, piece of bantha..." Before she could finish the insult, Altec was suddenly coming back up the stairs at her-

"Your father is a great man!" He bit it out so harshly that she felt herself re-coil. Not out of fear of Alt, because she had a strong sense he wished no harm to come to her, but out of the passion in which he said it. What did Roelk do to get Alt so up in arms? He didn't genetically alter him to be loyal- already checked that... What then?

Alt turned slowly and began his frustrated march down the staircase. Then Meye whispered- "I don't suppose you have to do this either..."

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Ew, nice shot, too bad I didn't have a camera... Kind of wish I could get some holos of our little adventures... Shazam had seen his fair share of battles and at times, he thought he'd never be the same. But time and time again he returned to his somewhat cocky, fly-boy attitude- never take life serious: it takes you too seriously already. Then of course, the pilot had wondered on more than a couple occasions as to whether or not he was actually enjoying himself out in the unknown with Imperials... The answer was yes for reasons he could not totally understand at the time, but every once in a while, after a particularly graceful bagging, he knew why...

"Good kill, One" Art announced without any reluctance, which Shazam savored with a sustained triumph. Already on the main road, things had begun to heat up very, very quickly. Aegis Squadron was now under heavy fire by anti-air turrets they could not see, and the ground forces had to wait for turrets to be destroyed by the already overwhelmed squadron. These ground forces were now being engaged by various land-craft that had not been indicated by original estimates.  Thanks again intelligence...  Not to mention the blue ringed fighters were not leaving- yet... As for the Four Sticks...

I knew that was way to easy... How did they escape? Why are they here now? A little more than Shazam liked to have to answer for. Chances were he'd never find out, but he wasn't all into launching a campaign over it- he'd be satisfied with shooting them down for real this time...

The first encounter they'd had was on one of Nazgul's first missions- Dubrillion. Shazam could distinctly remember the caves as well as Darius's obstinate insubordination. As it happened, it was actually Nazgul's first solo mission, so in retrospect, Shazam wasn't too unhappy with his performance and his ability to deal with his Flight Members. Things were different now though. Darius was now controlled to some extent, partially by his wife perhaps- whipped? Who'd a thunk it? And Jaden had managed to get used to his metallic limbs- More machine than man now... Shazam chuckled. And then there was Jen Knight- something of an enigma for him. There were times when the man felt compelled to just sit and watch her, and then other times he thought maybe he should pity her. So he began to wonder what his relationship was with this woman- the red haired woman he'd met out of necessity all those months ago... At the moment, after deciding she was somewhere between a sister and the girl next door, Shazam thought it best to simply accept that she was one of the better friends he'd had... Possibly ever. Art was a cool guy, and extremely entertaining, but he had his ways of becoming very calculating- despite his best efforts to keep from being a robot. This feeling occurred primarily when he brought Talysha around- they operated so efficiently Shazam couldn't stand to be in the same room! Often rendering eachother's thoughts as their own and using a kind of coded dialog only the two of them could pick up on. To say the least- Art was someone he trusted and could speak tactics with. Jen was more his cut-loose and act like a moron because you can type of friend. Not a bad combination, he thought to himself. Many officers would tell you that they had the perfect squadron, but Shazam thought to himself that few could even touch the great group of people he'd compiled. Although Jack was off with his child by now, Shazam could see the wide variety of people and abilities they'd gathered through the last year and he couldn't wait for the next mission... After this one of course...

"Let's get back onto the main road: all enemy specialized X-wings have been taken out. Lock and load people..." Shazam glanced down at his controls and took note of the monitor indicating payload left. Two missiles, eh? He shook his head slightly then eased onto the left pedal while pulling up on the lateral controls slightly. This brought the craft into a graceful upside down loop that brought Flight One right on top of the road. Art and Tyrrax mimicked the move then spread out slightly to allow for adaption to Shazam's next order. From behind, Flight Three was moving in fast and going low to the surface, nearly grazing the steel skins of the greybacks trudging their way up the tortuous road. Flight Two on the other hand had occupied themselves at the entrance to the road with a single blue-ringed fighter and three other normal X-wing escorts. Watch yourselves...

"I've got a call for assistance with Aegis's second flight- it appears our wookie comrade has lost all shields and half his flight is open to attack from these turrets... Your thoughts, One?" Trevor sounded strangely confident which brought Shazam into an even better mood than before. Dogfighting had a strange effect on Shazam, somewhat like the exercise some people engage in when performing a particular activity- like running. All negative thoughts that just made him feel like he couldn't do anything began to wash away and this new surge of-"Go For It" seemed to take over. He could imagine his uncle Hermes saying "You gotta stop smokin that crap," as he analyzed himself, but he chuckled it off and bounced his fighter around to see if he could still do the bunny hop.

"Maybe we'll be able to overwhelm these turrets- take a walk on the initial barracks to the left. There shouldn't be more than two ground turrets that can't fire on us unless we drop below their range... Watch out for those AA missile tubes though. Help take the AA out first so that we can get rid of those ground turrets without any further problems. Make sense?" Shazam made sure his cannons were still linked as he said this and took a quick look at his shields. Back up to one-hundred percent! Could have used that before they took out my rear sensors... I looked like a bat before and now I am one...

"Ten-four, good buddy- let us know if you need a helping hand..."

"Same here- we'll make sure to put down the paint buckets and get there as soon as humanly possible..." And we may need it too- the forces will be at the end of the path in about six and a half to eight minutes. Those walls are going to be tough to knock out if we lose any more Aegis fighters...

"Alright- going down for a bunker: buckle down everyone."

(Okay guys, you're doing really well. Let's see some variety though- get creative guys. If you want to give us some ideas for the base or the story, go on ahead and do so on the general thread. We'd honestly love to hear some new ideas rather than keep on with all of this technical data. We need to make this into a story now- if you have any questions, comments or concerns about what you should be doing or what all of us in general are doing- message myself, or your commanders. Have fun with this now.)
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/LtC Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Commander of Nazgul Squadron, Phoenix Wing and Training

"Alright guys, lets give these bastards hell." Kal said. "Increase speed to maximum, lets break away." The squadron flew out of the haze of combat. A cluster of X-wings broke off to follow. "Okay, when I give the order, make a sharp turn back in their direction, focus most of your shields to the front, and open fire manually on those fighters." He waited a few moments.

"Now!" He said, turning his fighter around one hundred and eighty degrees, quickly diverting his shields' power to the front. Kaph sent a volley of fire from their hawkbat's laser cannons easily making their mark at the close range. Demonic looked to his rear viewport to see one X-wing exploding in the air, two falling towards the ground in flames, and a few others with minor fires.

"Great work everyone, set your shields back to normal and prepare to meet them as they come around again." Demonic sat back for a moment as the enemy reformed. "Will is dead..." He thought to himself. He couldn't believe it. His Commander, his friend, dead...

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Demonic sat in a chair in front of Willtconq's desk, in his office aboard the Atrus. The squadron commander put down his datapad and looked at the pilot before him.

"Do you know why I called you here?" He asked. Demonic had a little feeling of dread. This was exactly the way a teacher in the naval academy would talk to him before telling him he had done something to their disliking.

"No." He said, trying to sound as a calm as possible. Will laughed at him.

"You don't need to worry, your not in any trouble. I've been viewing your service records. You were a member of the squadron before, but you left for a few months. Why is that?" the SC asked.

"I went looking for my parents." Demonic said, cursing himself moments afterword on how stupid that sounded.

"Ah yes... Says here you never knew your family. Did you find them?" Demonic shook his head.

"No, I searched, but I couldn't find anything to lead me to them."

"It's a large galaxy." Willtconq said. He paused for a moment. "Do you have any plans of leaving again?" He asked.

"No. I've accepted that I'm probably never going to find them." Demonic responded. He had searched and asked questions, but he had gotten nowheres. Trillions lived in the galaxy, so it was a longshot to begin with. Without any clues, it was hopeless.

"Well. From your performance in flight school and the mission, and other data, you seem to be a pretty good pilot. As you know, Kaph is rearranging itself for duty. We're going to divide into two flights with the members we have as of now. I would like you to lead one of those flights."

Demonic was shocked. He was still new in terms of service, and young for the military. And he was going to be a flight leader. "I'd be honored, sir." he said, getting up and saluting quickly.

"No need for that." Willtconq said with a grin on his face. "And don't call me sir. Just call me Will, okay?"

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Demonic sat in lounge of the mSSD Atrus, drawing with pencil and paper. Kaph was currently off duty, and they had some spare time to waste. Demonic was taking advantage of it to spend some time on his favorite hobby, designing ships.

"Hey." Willtconq said, walking in and sitting down in the chair across from Demonic's. "What are you sketching?" Demonic slid one of the peaces of paper over to Will. "Heh, cool. I didn't know you design Starships." He said, looking over the design. Demonic nodded. "I've done some designs in my time as well..."

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Demonic barrel rolled, attempting to break the targeting lock his opponent had on him. He was in the simulator, practicing dogfighting with his fellow Kaph members. Demonic swore as his fighter took a few laser shots to his right panel.

"I cant break the lock!" He said, swerving to avoid another barrage of fire. Suddenly a blip came into his sensor range. He looked to his back viewport to see the Y-Wing that had been pursuing him burst into flames and explode. "Thanks Will."

He heard a laugh across the com. "No problem. Lets finish these guys off."

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"He was my friend... And he's gone..."

Demonic shook his head. Willtconq wouldn't want him to sit there feeling bad for him. "Alright Kaph, lets show these guys how imperial pilots fight." He said, increasing speed and aiming his fighter towards the now oncoming assault of the remaining, but large amount of, enemy fighters. "For Will."

"For Will." The other pilots called back to him. And the fighting began again...
 
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|FL/PO1_Demonic/Kaph 5/PheonixWing/mSSD Atrus/DEF/VEN/VE| (=*A*=)(=*SA*=)
100% on both Exams, looking good.
Demonic = Darr-Rann
Kaph 2nd flight leader

Arturus and Tyrrax were doing phenominally and Shazam didn't think he could get any happier at that exact moment. Then, through the grape find, he began to hear the hollow words of someone's death. Not another one...

"Got a call sign for that pilot, hq?" Shazam queried over the private channel to the Coruscant above, which he could only imagine was a total madhouse.

"Yes, they called him Will..." Right through the heart... Shazam inhaled sharply and closed his eyes briefly. The commander has seen these kids since they'd been brought out of Flight School and watched them turn into pilots. Officers... A great man... He saluted sternly to the skies and continued his questions-

"I propose Demonic take care of that squadron for the time being, HQ..." There was a moment of silence for what was probably statistical analysis or something of the sort and then-

"It's already been done. Anything further for you, One?"

"Nope- I'm good. Over and out..." He was going to have one of those really uncomfy nights tonight... There were things to be done now- prepare the ceremony, invite Jack... Jack... Man, he was ganna take it hard...

Don't forget your own rules- fly. Shazam shook the grief away and transformed it into incomprehensible calm- killing calm. He'd achieved the type of tranquility once or twice, but the pilot never thought he was getting much out of it as it happened...

"We're coming back on that bunker, Flight 1... Shields to the front..." Tyrrax and Art proved just as well organized as he was beginning to think they'd be, moving gracefully behind him although having hard time following through the initial loop. Shazam brought the trio into a strong, sharp loop upward that sent them down like rapid-fire. "Pull out if you don't think you can handle this..." Shazam was speaking off of random thoughts now and could only remember bits and pieces of what he was doing. As far as his thought process allowed him to understand, there were four bunkers along the main road until you reached the first ring of defense around the base. Each bunker had two turrets for ground attack and one for anti-air... The two ground turrets had been taken out on the first pass, but the AA remained to the left of the bunker. The bunker itself looked rather impressive. It stood at least two stories tall with good armor a stout position on the hillside. The wave of troops and heavy equipment the Imperials had dropped were already past this particular outpost but...

"Looks like they're launching extra support..." Art noted and began to pull he and Tyrrax out of the straight dive.

"I'm ganna keep goin- come around for a straight shot..." Shazam said it quietly as he felt out the air bumps that were becoming more rapid because of previous engine wash.

"But the AA..."

"I've got it..." Can't use the missiles- can't use the missiles... Shazam took a pot shot from far away- easily missing the AA gun but alerting it to the presence of an enemy fighter. But that's all you'll do... He also recalled that these little buddies couldn't look straight up- it would break them off their little hinges.

"Contact." This time the linked burst nicked the left hand side of the tower- he could see the two missile tubes wondering is confusion. Shazam eased back on the throttle so he'd be able to take his fair share of shots. Again. "Direct hit... Hull as seventy five percent..." Another... This shot made the unit freeze as opposed to it's usual swiveling action. He'd damaged it... And one more for the ride home...

"Get out of there One! You've got two bogies- move!" Shazam snap rolled to starboard and launched into a sharp loop, burning trees and green ones alike blurring back him to his right as he relaxed into his seat. He could feel his body dropping to the right side a little bit, but he'd long since learned to ignore this.

"Keep on the targets, two and three..." Shazam expected an argument from Art, but received none. Good. Shazam glanced up and to the right to check out what was on his tail but was rudely awakened by the fact he'd lost those eyes on the back of his head. Rear sensors out- super duper...

"The AA is out and so are the barracks- the arsenal that was coming out of the garage made for a pretty big bang when Four hit them- took out the entirety of the garage area then made it's way into the main barracks... Confirmed kill- comin your way One," Art announced proudly. Taking out the bunker was a little more than he'd had in mind for the pass- he'd just wanted to make them defenseless. Now they were non-existant.

"I'm getting painted already- hurry it up!" Shazam barreled left and felt his craft come closer to the tree line. Shazam clicked on the open channel- "For anyone in the area, this is Nazgul One in heavy pursuit, at least two on my tail. I'm coming up over the Right Rysto's peak in roughly two minutes. Any help? I'd be much obliged..." The hills weren't rolling anymore but transforming into sharp peaks and drowning riffs of darkened mountain clefts.

"I'm picking up two of the blue-ringed X-wings from Kaph's group heading this way..." Shazam wasn't about to loose his semi-suicidal calm he'd achieved only moments before.

"Catching up to your tail X-wings, One." Art announced and a moment later Shazam caught some streaks of green lighting up the canopy below. Still trying to paint me, huh? Shazam barreled to port once again and found his rudder control to be paramount as he performed a break turn to begin heading down the mountain. The arc was difficult to maintain at the low left because the elevation changed the entire way. "Coming back down, are we?" Art chuckled as he watched the two targets break off their pursuit coarse and loop up to evade he and Tyrrax. The two of them followed as Shazam experienced a brief moment of freedom.

"Getting painted again- crap, missile fire!" The two blue-ringed X-wings were traveling faster than he previously figured. Kicking the right pedal he rolled right and performed a few funny looking bunny hops as if he were running over speed bumps in a parking lot. Hello darkness my old friend... Shazam found the dark clefts he'd seen earlier and dived just as the tree line disappeared and revealed a deep scar in the planet. Keep it close... Shazam leveled off just feet from the edge of the crack, the missile only a moment away came crashing into the edge and sent a ripple of air force his way. The Aggressor shook violently- the view port was totally black as Shazam got a good look at the cleft. Now we get out before the darkness decides it can't live without us... Shazam, still at a high rate- which he couldn't be expected to recall at this point- stretched his craft it's limit as he came out of the dive and came spiraling out of the crevice.

"Nice."

"Enemy targets acquired- two blue ringers..." The two X-wings hadn't seen their target evade the missile and had simply flown over the dark cleft in the mountain side- now they would see just how an Imperial flew.

"Missile lock- missile fire..." The X-wings had converted so much power to their engines that the missile met no shield but became an open super-nova against the X-wing's hull. "Confirmed kill- messin with the second fighter." Shazam took a linked shot at the second X-wing who appeared ready to pull out now that he'd lost his wingman. This pilot seemed to be getting the picture and was converting energy to his posterior shields- not enough energy though. The two linked burst at close range annihilated the shields and left him open for the third linked burst. The bolts creamed the red orb engines, sending them into a stream of fiery river water. The haze was something Shazam had seen many times before though, so he wasn't worried as he kept close, waiting until the X-wing lost total control and began to slip right into the forest below.

"Confirmed kill."
 
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*Flash Was Here...*

CMDR/LtC Shazam/Nazgul 1-1/Phoenix Wing/mSSD Atrus/1VENF/VEN (=A=) (=*SA*=) (=*MA*=) (=*FOCE*=) [LoM] [LSM] [VC:S] [DSM]

Commander of Nazgul Squadron, Phoenix Wing and Training