Tomas gulped at the thought, a full squadron of A-wings all with one goal in mind: to hunt him down and destroy him. How was he possibly going to manage that.

"Touche, Viper Seven...so, got any ideas?" Tomas remarked, to be "outnumbered" 12 to 1 wasn't exactly a feeling he wanted to think about. He was sure that was a normal feeling, overwhelming...but normal. Not that many pilots ever find themselves needing to feel it. Sure he had C-3PX2 with him, but the A-wings weren't worrying about the droid...just him.

“Well...you could start by running.” Jaden replied, as if it was obvious. And for good reason when it came down to it as it was pretty clear that Tomas would have to get some distance between him and his attackers. With a chuckle, Tomas pulled himself together, and banked hard. It turned into follow the leader, as Tomas took off with the A-wings gaining ever so slowly behind. Somewhere in the rear were Jaden was pulling out of his maneuver, completely ignored by the Rebel fighters.

“They're gaining on me Viper Seven!” Tomas warned through the comm. He rechecked his sensors to confirm; the A-wings were in fact making up the distance a bit at a time.

“Just hang in there, kid.” Did he just call me kid? This simulation sure is wearing on us. How long have we been in here anyways? “There!” Jaden pulled out of the maneuver and began peppering the A-wing formation with fire. One, two, THREE, FOUR fell and still the A-wings pursued. Suddenly a turbolaser blast sizzled nearby. It was inaccurate, a warning shot more than anything but it rang bells in Tomas' head. He was approaching the edge of the Rebel capitol ships. Just then Jaden took out fifth A-wing...

Seven on three, better...but I have nowhere else to go...what now?

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Tomas let out a sigh as the last A-wing fell to their laser blasts. No more fighters hunting him down, at least not for now. He had a feeling they wouldn't get the same chance next time, as at this difficulty level the AI was likely capable of at least a little learning. They would see that each member of the squadron was just important and dangerous as the rest and to leave them unchecked would be disaster.

As if we needed yet another capital ship of the New Republic's to worry about, Tomas thought, muttering to himself simultaneously. They were already massively outnumbered and the few ships they had remaining were getting pelted into oblivion. Probably the most daunting realization regarding the Persistence of Time was that it sat much closer than the others of the Rebel fleet.

There was an eerie calm for several moments as for the first time in what seemed like hours the Viper pilots were left alone. Tomas circled, gathering in a view of their surroundings. They had been completely fenced in by the Rebel capital ships on all sides, and they couldn’t jump to hyperspace as the handful of interdictor-class ships sat strewn about the enemy formation. Simply put, there was nowhere to go but out … simulator ‘death’ that was. It reminded Tomas of one of those arenas he’d heard about in the past. Cultures would build coliseums and watch from the stands as two sides battled to the death. Now here they were, encircled, trapped … waiting for the next wave of opposition. Would it go like this until the AI found something to match them, all the while whittling away their numbers? Or would it eventually give in, and simply overpower the few Imperial ships that remained?

Whatever the case, Tomas really saw no other way around it except to take as many of the enemy fighters and ships with them as they fell. He’d lost count of how many kills he and the rest of the squadron had managed to pull off already, but he wasn’t satisfied. As long as his simulated fighter was running, he was going to fight his heart out.

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For what felt like the umpteenth time in the simulation Tomas took a deep breath to calm his nerves, before gritting his teeth and shifting his grip on the joystick. Flying lead, with C-3PX2 and Jaden on either side the trio screamed towards the enemy A-wings. Every so often, Tomas noticed one or both of the others creep up in the formation before dropping back to their original positions. I'm anxious too guys, glad to see you are too. Tomas thought, his adrenaline somehow managing to put him on a high yet again.

Up until now Tomas had been fighting desperately to survive and stay in the simulation. As they approached the eight A-wings outnumbered, and outgunned he realized they were about to face the smartest, most difficult challenge yet. Nevertheless, as they bore down on the enemy fighters he felt in a zone … like nothing could stop him. He knew this was a dangerous way to be feeling, and tried to suppress it, but there really was no denying it. His weapon, shield and system checks were fluid, effortless as if he wasn’t actually the one performing them.

Before them, the A-wings had split off into two columns. Each flight had formed up in the typical box formation employed by New Republic fighters. The nose of Tomas’ fighter now pointed at empty space; the gap between the approaching Rebel craft.

“We can’t let them get outside of us … they’ll tear us some new holes in no time.” Tomas pointed out over the comm. But he wasn’t really sure of an alternative, if they focused on the one flight on this first pass it would allow the second to flank them, and rip them to pieces anyways. The TIEs were outnumbered against an incredibly intelligent opponent. Tomas had to think of something … and fast … if they wanted to even survive this first fly-by.

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Jaden watched in horror as one of his best wing mates, and friends, was taken out of the simulation.  The fighter shredded to pieces as an out of nowhere homing missile collided with his fighter.  Jaden grinned as kept in pride the droids' last attempts at keeping himself in the simulation.  He had seen the missile coming, and trying to destroy something such as a homing missile such as the one that was trailing him, was a very brave act.  He would surely commend the pilot once they came together in the simulation room.

But that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

These bastards are everywhere!  I can't even get a foothold on my position without noticing another one right on my tail or right in front of me!

"Tommy, breaking away now," said Jaden, "These sons of bitches are tearing me apart."

"Damn it seven, I thought we had this planned out to not get separated!" yelled the squadron commander, his hopes of keeping things together now completely shot down.  "You better keep yourself in the air as best as you can, we can't loose this right now!"

Three A-wings were now on his tail, and one on his nose.  He maneuvered best he could, keeping their shots at his aft.  The fighter in front was acting as an auxillary, making sure he couldn't get away from their angle of attack.  It was a devious tactic, but it was working.

The pilot now decided to use his last resort.  Something that he usually didn't do in his current situation, but it needed to be done to preserve his survival in the simulation until things got better.

Dive dive dive!

Both of his feet hit their respective rudder pedals at the same time as he jammed the control yoke straight forward.  He hadn't needed to cut the throttle, because the brakes did the job for him.

The fighter cut its immediate flight path, now sailing down off of his previous plane of flight.  He rolled the fighter as hard as he could, and warning lights began to ring out threw his fighter.  He was attempting to do something literally against the simulations restrictions, and the systems within the fighter couldn't take the speed he was now traveling at.  Energy seemed to drain from his body as his field of vision began to blur from the speed at which the view port of the fighter spun.  The enemy fighters flew straight on their previous path, un aware that he had dove straight down out of their angle of attack, but seconds later they caught wind of his actions; the fighters now pumping their throttle to catch up with him.

Oh my, theres no way I will make it out of this!

Just as he thought it was over, the one person he thought that wasn't there came to his assistance.  The lead enemy A-wing on his pursuit blacked out off his terminal, and then the second.  Tomas had played the situation out like butter.  He somehow knew the pilot would get into immediate trouble, and he had done the smart thing, he observed his surroundings and calculated exactly what needed to happen for his and also his wing man to survive.  Jaden pulled the fighter up out of the dive, one A-wing still on pursuit, and the other now in Tomas' hands.

"Man oh man Tommy, I thought I was done for."

"Keep your head in the game," said Tomas, "I don't know if I'll have the opportunity to cover your ass like that again, because we may have more to worry about next time.  That other flight of A-wings is just hanging there, and they look like they are about to come right for us."

Jaden was now very, very angry.  He didn't even feel the rage come into his emotions, but it was now controlling his every move as he S-turned on his flight plane, swinging around right behind his pursuing A-wing.  His cannons now lit up to their fullest;the green bolts of death now ripping into the enemy A-wings shields.  He was pissed, and the enemy was feeling the wrath.  But, while he continued to blast the enemy fighter, he checked around to see the other positions of its death bringing counterparts.  The rest of the fighters had formed up, and seemed to be waiting for their allies to be destroyed as they hung over the dogfight in front of them.  Their mother ship, the Persistence of Time, was now moving in closer to the fight, which only meant one thing.

The enemy was now going to attempt to finish off the fight, in the cheapest way possible.

Oh no...that MC40a has a payload that I didn't even think about.

"Tomas, watch that MC40," said Jaden, "It's got quite a payload of missiles, and it looks as if it's moving in closer to try and get a shot."

The A-wing previously on his pursuit, and now before him finally spun out of control as the green blaster bolts pelted its hull.  The fighter separated into a dozen pieces, and blipped off of his radar.  The viper pilot pulled the fighter away from the debris, noting that Tomas had taken out the other A-wing.  They instinctively formed up with each other as both pilots came to the realization that the other flight of A-wings was coming straight for them, and their mother ship, the Persistence of Time, was coming to give them a helping hand.

A payload of fifty missiles that I forgot about...and we're definitely not making it out of that situation if it decides to let them loose.

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The enemy A-wing exploded amazing as Jaden threw the interceptor back into a variety of maneuvers.  He couldn't figure out how he'd still lasted this long without his shields; he'd rerouted them earlier into the simulation.  Throughout the mission, things hadn't usually worked out to his individual favoring, due to his mis-judgment as a fighter pilot.  Most of his wing mates had sacrificed themselves just so that he could have stayed in the battle a little longer, but he also came the realization that he'd done nearly the same a couple of different times throughout the mission, especially in Tomas' favor.  The two of them had been working so well together, but the pressing issue involving the insanely skilled flight of A-wings, and their assistance, the Light Mon Calamari cruiser, could prove to be a much worse situation than those before.

Tommy we've gotta pull through this somehow.  There has got to be some way to figure this out where at least one of us doesn't go straight into the dirt.

There has got to be...some...way.  Some way to prevail against these computer generated foes!

The flight of A-wing fighters now finally began to move from their position, circling around the Mon Calamari for some unknown reason.

"They're stalling," called out Tomas, "They want us to move closer so that the Persistence of Time can get a better shot at us."

Jaden laughed.

"Those simulated foes of ours are acting a hell of a lot smarter than they're supposed to," said Jaden, "And that Mon Cal is somehow their ticket to our defeat.  I'm starting to think that not every one of those fighters is being controlled via computer intelligence."

The thought that one or more of the High Council members, or even better, one of the more distinguished pilots in the Navy, have being placed in a simulator to battle against the two remaining Viper Pilots, completely blew Jaden's mind.  He didn't think that the punch of that sort would end up being pulled, but his accusations could have possibly been wrong.

Son of a bitch...who else would be in this simulation besides...Shazam? Riel? Japheth?

"Well lets give them what they want," said Jaden, rerouting his energy to half of his shields.  He knew that he would have some sort of survival method ready for the A-wing pilots, if he at least had some sort of protection that he wasn't used to.  "If its not really computers controlling those enemy fighters, we're bound to find out somehow."

"Give them what they want?" yelled Tomas, "What do you mean?  The payload that cruiser is packing is not something we can go up against.  Thats suicide!  And the chances of our survival are based on sheer luck!"

Finally, he has come to spelling out the odds against him.  Now, we will succeed.

"Tomas, follow your instinct.  Those warheads that the enemy cruiser is going to start spitting out can be avoided quite easily, especially if we get their own fighters mixed in with us," said Jaden,  his voice now beginning to come to an 'evil cackle' type. "Just remember, there's not an impossibility factor affecting us anymore

"We're Viper Squadron pilots, and thats exactly what we do."

"Stare death straight in the eye with laughter."

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Jaden poured all that the interceptor had into the A-wing that was within his targeting reticule.  He couldn't seem to get a good lead on the fighter; both of them had been following each other for some time.  He wouldn't dare drop his speed and roll off into another maneuver, because another A-wing had been close on his pursuit for some time now.  His shields were set fully aft, in all hopes of bouncing back or absorbing any shots that his pursuer got off.  He hated relying on the sheilds strength while he kicked his own manuevers into gear, because he rarely had time to pay attention to what their exact strength actually was.  Which meant he could be caught off guard at any moment.

Every so often, the Light Mon Calamari cruiser would spit off a couple of warheads, but their targeting locks had been off; none of them had even touched the Viper pilots.  Though they hadn't come within a good range of the cruiser yet, the threat of them being shot down by a large volley of missiles was still there, and they headed that warning with good intentions in mind.

Tomas, on the other had, had already taken down one of the A-wings, despite his tone that Jaden had heard earlier.  For some reason, their morale had boosted lately, and their achievements had been towards the positive side of things.  They were working together, even though their flight manuevers were of completely different styles.  Tomas chose to do things more maturely than Jaden, but the veteran pilot knew how to get out of some terrible situations that the younger pilot did not.  Their level of experience had clashed with each other earlier in the simulation run, but now it seemed to have some sort of odd connection, brining them to a good level of success.

He is definitely going to be a very, very good fighter pilot in his career within this Navy.  I only wish I could have started off as good as he has...

"Tomas, heads up, you've got another A-wing on your six," said Jaden, struggling to get out of the cannon fire that was painting the rear end of his fighter.  "I can't help you out, I'm stuck here."

"I'll do my best to keep him off of my six, and you do your damn well best to make sure those two A-wings don't get you boxed in and take you out," said Tomas, "I'm not so completely sure I could handle all of these on my own."

Jaden cut the throttle and rolled downwards, letting his rear pursuit overshoot his position, flying out straight in front of his fighter.  He quickly latched on to the fighters position; the bursts of linked bolts ramming straight into the aft shields of the A-wing, and within seconds, crippling those shields.

"Woo! Shields are down and the hull is critical," yelled Jaden, "Scratch my last call for help."

The veteran pilot was feeling great, and his shots were showing it.  The marksmanship he had gained throughout his years of piloting for the Imperial Navy had finally came back to him.  The enemy A-wing soon thereafter lost control, and the systems within began to fail.  The explosion marked another kill that the pilot had somehow mustered up enough strength to achieve.

"Scratch that A-wing that I had a little problem with also," said Tomas, "This is odd...."

The veteran pilot fighter felt the same way.

"Keep that last fighter in your sights Tommy, because it looks like we've got more company," said Jaden, his previous thoughts in the battle now finally coming true.

"I completely forgot that Mon Cal had another squadron within its hanger," said Jaden, "I played that last one out completely against all things I should have already seen here."

"That last fighter is mine, and good thinking all around," said Tomas, in a very sarcastic tone.  Jaden bit his lip, taking it to the head, but noting that it wasn't meant to be serious at this point.  Just as he did, something else came into view that made the situation somewhat better.

"I'm reading two lancer frigates on a flight pattern for our position," said Jaden, "And it looks like they've got two flights of TIE fighters with them."

Jaden sighed, knowing that once more he had made a mistake that could end up causing the pilots their simulated lives.

"Where the hell did those come from?" said Tomas, coming to the same state of disbelief as his Viper counter-part.

"I don't know, but lets hope they can help us out here!"

Another random situation to set off this already insane battle...

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Finally, someone else to deal with the shit we're getting handed here...

Jaden watched in joy as the TIE fighters began to eliminate part of the A-wings on the playing field.  The lancer frigates, armed completely for anti-fighter support, we're now coming into play.  The lead lancer-class frigate had been named Gun it, and the slowly trailing counter-part to that was quizzically named Run it.  The lead was acting as a firefight beginner, its AG-2G quad laser cannons completely obliterating the A-wing squadron fighter support, while the one at the rear seemed to have been equipped with 20 different concussion missile launching tubes, each with a payload of 20 missiles per.  It would somehow be used against the Light Mon Calamari Cruiser, Persistence of Time.  Jaden knew they would each clear out most of the attackers in the current field of battle, but the thought of what would happen next always came back to his mind.

What's gunna happen next?

Jaden threw the fighter into a number of rolls, coming up on different A-wings, attempting to get a shot at them.  His efforts were nearly taken away at every chance to get a kill due to the fact that the Gun It was wiping out the entire fighter support, this same thing occurring with the Commanding Officer of the squadron, Tomas Dagoram.

"Holy shit!" yelled Jaden, "There's 3 A-wings left and they're all heading back to the Mon Cal!"

"And those TIE's are chasing them down..." said Tomas, "How thoughtful of them!"

Jaden laughed in amazement as the Gun It and Run It, respectively, moved in on the Persistence of Time.  Warheads rang out through the blackness of space from the Run It as it moved into a good firing position, while the Gun It moved in to suppress the rebellion cruisers shields.

"They sure are putting on quite a show," said Tomas, "Our next goal is going to have to do with them some how, I already know it."

Within seconds, the lancer-class frigates threw the Light Mon Calamari Cruiser into the depth of space, it's explosion nearly rocking the fighter pilots out of their seats.  The Viper Squadron pilots moved into formation with the frigates as the make shift TIE squadron also took up the escort.

What is really gunna happen next?

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Jaden split the Interceptors shields thinly all across the fighter, what he had of them at least.  They had been recharging for some time, and it wouldn't be long before their full potential was regained.

Tomas recent chain of ideas through the veteran pilot off guard.  He hadn't thought about the fact that the lead A-wing that had escaped their clutches earlier could have very well been the leader of the simulation, but now he could finally see through the squadrons commanding officer's eyes.  He was probably correct in his assumptions, and Jaden wasn't afraid at all to go with whatever he had in mind.  It had worked before.

This guy is just as crazy as I am, so I'll do whatever it takes...As long as we make it out of this thing together as one.  Either when we go down it be together, or succeed and make it through together.  Whatever happens, I'm here to kick it till the end...

If we can pull it off....

Jaden threw the fighter into another barrel roll, coming up onto Tomas' starboard side.  He liked this area while flying with the Chief Warrant Officer, because it usually seemed to work out for both of them.  Jaden had a weak left side of attack, and Tomas had a weak right side, from what the Second Lieutenant had observed thus far.  They needed to do whatever it would take to make sure the A-wings in their sights were brought down, and hopefully the assistance of the subliminal TIE fighters would bring them the littlest bit of help they would need to achieve such a feat.

"Tommy, are you ready for this?" questioned the now overly seasoned pilot.  "Are you ready to destroy the opposition and rise to be the victors of this impossibly planned out simulation?"

"As damn well ready that I'll ever be at this point.  Wait, what the hell are you talking about?"

Jaden paused to reply for a moment, then went with the flow.

"Hell, I don't even know!"

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Well...this simulation really is getting us somewhere.  I've made about...thirty or more virtual kills, and I think I may have actually gained a little experience here!  We've made it out of situations that are literally impossible to make it out of, we've danced with death more times than I could ever imagine, and yet, we're still in this simulation, chasing these pix elated A-wings down, in hopes that the person commanding this thing is actually controlling one of them.

Even if we destroy it, what the hell is going to happen?  Are we going to win?

Jaden bore down on the A-wing that had just come into his firing range.  His cannons did better at a linked fire, their radius more spread out, thus, giving him a better chance at taking down the enemies shields faster.  Time after time of pulling the trigger and holding his aiming reticule steady, finally brought the enemy A-wing down.  Though it wasn't the lead fighter, Jaden felt as though he had accomplished yet another impossible task.

Defeating the enemy before him.

"Bring yourself back around into formation with me," said Jaden, coaxing Tomas, "These A-wings could prove to be more than meets the eye."

"More than meets the eye?" replied Tomas, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, since you didn't kill off one of the fighters, I thought I should say something witty to throw off you're little roll you had going there," said Jaden, "Did it work?"

Tomas could be heard laughing through the Com frequency.  Jaden let out a little chuckle, knowing that the man was near insanity at this point, as was he.

"It sure did work," said Tomas, "Now, lets take care of these fighters and get back to work."

"Work?" replied Jaden, "You mean flying around randomly trying to kill every fighter in sight, while we wait for our comrades to be destroyed by some figment of our imaginations?"

"Exactly," replied Tomas.

Oh yes...the time has come for all to bow down.  We will prevail!

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Jaden watched in horror as one of their supporting fighters, the TIE from the Gun It, was completely obliterated by the enemy A-wings countermeasures.

I haven't seen that done in years....which means that it must be him.

Jaden laughed evilly as his wingman began to make a move on the other supporting A-wing.  It wasn't long before the two were entwined in each others manuevers.  Jaden watched intently as the fighters wrapped around each other, their shots going in each and every direction.  The two fighter pilots were matching each others speeds almost instantly out of their manuevers; it looked as if it was a cat and mouse engagement.

"Come on Tommy, take him out!" yelled Jaden, giving his wingman the hype boost that he hoped would help him eliminate the enemy A-wing.

Jaden looked before him.  The lead A-wing was starting to drift out of his line of sight, and he could do nothing but watch Tomas in his valiant efforts against his currently targeted A-wing.  His attention span was beginning to get away from him, which only meant that his survival within the simulation wouldn't last much longer.

So Jaden's surprise, the other assisting TIE fighter managed to keep on track with the lead A-wing, popping off shots at its aft shields, while rolling around in attempts to make sure the fighter didn't come back around on it.

Thats one hell of an attempt made by a computer controlled fighter.

Come on man!  Get 'em! thought Jaden as he watched the artificially controlled fighter attempt to take down the lead A-wing.

His hopes and dreams were shattered before him as the A-wing seemed to loop around faster than the speed of light, right onto the supporting TIE fighters aft.  The red bolts caught the fighter off guard, tearing through the hexagonal panels that kept the fighter stabilized.  Within seconds the eyeball erupted into flames, and began twirling off into the depths of space.

Jaden looked over to see that Tomas had finished off his A-wing, and was now coming back into formation.

"We can't let him get away, he just took out our last support," said Jaden, "Bear down! Get him!"

Tomas laughed into the microphone, his chuckles coming through the com frequency ever so clearly.

"Bring it on buddy," said Tomas, "I'm ready for you this time."

Oh here we go!

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The skirmish with the support A-wing had allowed the lead fighter to regain a bit of distance from the hunting TIEs. The attack, albeit brief by one of the simulated TIEs had held him up slightly. Although the Imperial fighter was destroyed with ease, it had now limited the head start towards the outer rim of capital ships that the remaining A-wing was able to attain.

Dropping his shield to the aft of his craft, Tomas picked up his speed in pursuit. Beside him, Jaden did the same with surprising willingness. In any other situation, the squadron commander may have considered dropping his forward shields as well, but did not want to risk it after seeing what the High Command pilot had done to his flightmate. There was no way he was going out in that fashion, too.

“We're not going to make it Tommy,” Jaden pointed out with disappointment in his voice. “He's almost there.”

“Oh we're going to make it, just a little ... further ...” Tomas decided to go all in, dropping all shields for a couple moments to get an extra boost of speed. He watched as they drained and allowed him to come into range. “There!” Tomas unleashed bursts of fire, the first hitting the A-wings shields the second missing as it broke off its path to engage. Tomas had put power back into his shields almost immediately after getting in range and watched as they slowly rose once again. It was questionable whether the A-wing could've survived had it continued to flee, and apparently the pilot felt the same way as it positioned itself to finish the simulation with his own skill.

Tomas was somewhat shocked how long this dogfight had been lasting without producing a casualty. Given the length of time the trio had been in the simulator and the skill level they each possessed he figured one of them would have possibly slipped up by now which would result in their immediate departure.

“He's yours Jay,” Tomas said over the comm. He had just performed another maneuver forcing the A-wing to change direction. It was a predicted direction caused by the move, and Jaden had performed similarly in attempt to get a direct shot at the elusive foe.

“Damn it. He slipped through again ... How the Frak does he keep doing that?” Jaden cried with a sense of exasperation in his voice. “Hold on Tommy, I'll direct him your direction. Damn, damn, damn ... that was my best opportunity I've had yet, too.” Once again, Jaden fired shots at the A-wing. They had no chance at hitting their target, but they served their purpose to herd the Rebel fighter where he wanted it to go. The dogfight for all intensive purposes had become a stalemate, neither side offering themselves up for the kill.

“Copy that,” Tomas replied. The way the A-wing was flying, the hunter had to be on his toes. It had managed to break containment on a few occasions thus far. On a couple of these the pilot had gotten a swing back in at the fighter bent on destroying it only to experience the same frustrating feeling of his prey slipping through the net.

Why won't thing just end...?

Shit, it's Arturus, Tomas thought as he watched Jaden's fighter vanish in flames. You are SO mine. I've got you Tomas' reserves were kicked into high gear, his nerves tightening up as the young squadron commander focused all his energy on finishing what he had come to do. With Jaden, the two fighters had pursued Arturus several clicks and now the only thing on Tomas' mind was revenge.

Arturus took the moment of opportunity provided by Tomas' brief shock that his wingmate was out of the game to move into strike the remaining Viper. The squadron commander had to do something ... fast, if he wanted to have any satisfaction out of this simulation. Hands constantly moving, Tomas did all he can to shake the Lieutenant Commander, cutting throttle and looping around. Throwing in a barrel roll, the lone Viper was pulling out all the stops to stay alive.

Arturus's voice had sent shivers down Tomas' spine and the feeling worsened as he fought for his simulator life. Then it happened ... Tomas broke sharply and unexpected and kicked his fighter into high gear. Meanwhile, the Lieutenant Commander underpursued the turn and with a vertical loop Arturus now found the squadron commander breathing down his neck.

How do ya like me now!?!? Tomas thought harshly, hammering his lasers into the A-wing's shields. Arturus managed to evade just before his shields were completely shot, but was unable to shake off his pursuer completely. [i]It's going to take more than that, sir.[i] Tomas continued hammering watch with complete and utter satisfaction as the A-wing broke apart piece by piece.