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Riel Fury
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  Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 3:39:09 PM    View the profile of Riel Fury 
Here is your story topic.  The Atrus and her fleet hang in space doing maneuvers when an overwhelming New Republic fleet jump into the system, complete with interdictor cruisers.  The fleet is caught completely unawares, and within the first few minutes the New Republic fleet destroy or cripple a large majority of the Naval Fleet, among them the Super Star Destroy Atrus.  Nazgul Squadron was out on patrol when the fleet jumped in, and though you are vastly outnumbered and outgunned, you scramble and do your best to take as many of the rebel bastards out with you as you can.

During this simulation you will be in TIE Interceptors.  These are faster and more maneuverable than TIE Fighters, but still lack real shielding capabilities.

Every few days we will be sending a PM out to squadron members, instructing them to write their "deaths".  At this time you will have one post remaining on the story, and this next post *must* be your death post.  You have 24 hours to write your death, and if it is not written in that time, someone will write it for you and the 2 points for the post will not go to the squadron as a whole.  You can still write and contribute through the other stories though.  Good luck and die with valor.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 4:18:19 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Trevor calmly reached across his body with one arm and adjusted a small knob on the sensor unit, trying to clear his screen of a slight amount of static that was forming. He figured that it must have just been something wrong with his simulator’s screen. Just my luck. We’re here for practice on scouting after we just spent how long on Yamar getting practice on it. Trevor thought to himself as he adjusted other various controls within the TIE Interceptors simulated cockpit.

“So what’s this simulation again? The Atrus and a group of other ships are off that way doing stuff, while we practice a launch from the Atrus and then come out here to patrol. I don’t see the point.” Rogue said over the comm. unit within each of the simulators, his voice bearing an undeniable tone of boredom. Trevor shrugged and looked across the various monitors that were supposed to simulate the view from inside a TIE’s cockpit. Off in the distance he could see the Super Star Destroyer Atrus appearing motionless in the distance. Other smaller ships were scattered around the super-giant, and he felt himself slipping into the simulation even deeper.

“Something like that Rogue. I don’t think we’ll see too much action out here though, if anything happens it’ll probably be within that group.” Trevor said, lazily letting his TIE drift in and out of formation as it pleased. Nazgul was flying in the standard formation of four to a flight in a staggered V, so his little alteration to his flight course really didn’t matter too much.

“I really wish we’d see some action out here though, I’ve done Flight Sims that are scouting before and they get pretty boring. This will probably be just like the rest.” Max complained, a note of distaste to his words. Trevor sighed, knowing that Max was pretty correct. Trevor had done a scouting Sim on more then one occasion and always found them to be incredibly boring. Just as he began to slouch in his seat, Jegora’s voice crackled over the speakers placed around him in the Sim cockpit.

“Maybe not Max, I’ve just got five unidentified ships jumping in aft.” Jeg said, and Trevor glanced down at his radar. Sure enough five blips had appeared behind them, closing in fast due to Nazgul’s slower then normal patrol speed.

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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 5:21:00 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora saw the ships on his sensor just as he heard Max say something about scout patrol simulations being incredibly boring. They had the radar signature of X-Wings, and they were closing fast from aft. Jegora reported the fighters.

“Maybe not Max, I have five unidentified ships jumping in aft,” he said over the radio.

Trevor quickly took charge. “Nazguls,” he said, “full speed. Let’s go.”

The squadron pulled into a loop and turned to face the X-Wings. There was no time to fire, however, as the X-Wings were closing rapidly. Just as the squadron completed the roll the X’s passed between them. The enemy pilots didn’t have a chance to fire either.

Trevor gave orders over the radio. “Three flight, pull out and flank them,” he heard Trevor order. “One and Two Flights, on me. Mark your targets.”

Jegora did as ordered and flicked on his targeting computer. He marked a target.  The X-Wings had also come around. Here the Interceptors had the upper hand. They were harder to hit than the X-Wings. Then Jegora remembered that in this simulation that TIE’s didn’t have much shield capabilities. Maybe running straight at the X’s wasn’t such a good idea. As lasers flew over his head, his fears were reinforced. He dove down sharply to avoid any more fire.

A few of the TIE’s got shots off, but Rogue was the only one who managed to hit anything, and the X-Wing absorbed his lasers. This was going to be interesting. The fight had escalated into a fur ball. Jegora was trying to stay near Trevor and Lucan as they flew through the thick of the battle.

His threat sensor went off. He was being pinged by one of the X-Wings target radar. He spun his ship into a roll and pushed down hard on the stick, at the same time pulling back on the throttle. He saw the X-Wing shoot over him. Jegora pushed his throttle back to full and fell in behind the X-Wing. By this time Flight Three had joined the fray.

This was certainly not going to be boring. The blip signifying the X-Wing he was chasing lit up; someone else in the squadron had targeted it. Jegora saw Trevor come swooping in from above the X-Wing and fired a quick burst at it. The shields on the X-Wing held, barely. The enemy pilot spun his ship into a roll and banked down hard.

Jegora stayed on his tail, closing to gun range.

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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 5:49:05 PM    View the profile of Rogue 
It had started off as a boring patrol sim, then the X-wings had showed up. Rogue went nearly head to head with one of the X-wings. Even in a squint, it was suicidal for most pilots. But what most of his fellow squadron members didn't know was that Rogue had started out flying X-wings. So he knew its weaknesses, such as where the beams came together. That and he had been feeding as much extra power as he could to his shields.  He weaved and jinked in a random pattern, before sending four quick linked laser blasts at the X-wing, then rolling into a hard reverse.

He rolled out of the reverse, hot on the X's tail and lit it up. Linked laser blasts raced across and the X -wing went up in an explosion of engines and fuel. He flashed through the burning debris and came out just in time to see another X-wing explode under the fire of what his sensors told him was Jeg and Trevor.

Just then his threat receivers went off, and he realized he had gotten separated from Cyleaf.

“Six, this is Five, where are you” he radioed.

He kept the fighter weaving and bobbing trying to evade the Rebel fighter while waiting for an answer, but nothing came.

“Cy, I could use a little help here.” he called out again.

He rolled through another series of increasingly complex of evasive maneuvers, but the enemy fighter hung in there.

Whoever this guy is, he's good, really good. I didn't think an X-wing could pull those moves that tight.

Then he noticed something else. The Rebel on his tail was in an A-wing not an X-wing. That made things a lot more complicated.

“Nazguls, be aware, Rebel A-wings joining the fight.” he called out over the radio. “Oh, and I could use a little help here.”

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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 6:25:45 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora closed to gun range. Trevor and come around and had joined up beside Jegora. Together they targeted the X-Wing. Despite the enemy pilot’s attempts to avoid the lock, Jegora’s targeting computer beeped.

“Now!” Trevor said.

Jegora depressed the fire button, watching the X-Wing burst into flame. Trevor had fired at the same time and the combined power of the lasers had shredded the shields and armor. Together the two Navy pilots pulled up.

“I only count three X’s remaining boss,” Jegora said.

Trevor never got to acknowledge. Rogue’s voice came over the radio. “Nazguls, be aware, Rebel A-wings joining the fight,” Rogue called out. “Oh, and I could use a little help here.”

By this time Lucan had rejoined Trevor and Jegora. The newer pilot had been caught up in the intensity of the initial engagement, but now he was keeping up. Trevor opened a comm. channel to the rest of the flight.

“Alright boys, watch out for those A-Wings. We don’t have the speed advantage here, so we will have to keep on our toes. Pay attention and watch out for each other.”

“Will do,” Jegora replied.

“Roger,” Lucan said.

The flight pulled around and got on the tail of one of the X-Wings. They weren’t on the X long, however, before they were blindsided by a pair of A-Wings. They were both locked on to Jegora. Jegora managed to dive below the shots, but one grazed the top of his shields. The A-Wings continued to chase him.

Jegora killed his speed and spun on a dime, a move that only the TIE Interceptor could make. The A-Wings didn’t know what to do and pulled up. Jegora fired a quick shot blind and missed, almost hitting Trevor.

“Sith’s spit Jegora!” Trevor swore.

“Sorry sir,” Jegora said, abashed.

Jegora pulled a loop and rejoined Trevor and Lucan on the A-Wings tail. Trevor took the lead, with Lucan and Jegora on each side of him. They closed to gun range. The A-Wings seemed to realize their peril at the last moment and split up, just in time to avoid fire. Trevor and Lucan broke off to follow one, Jegora the other.

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wc: 361
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 6:50:07 PM    View the profile of Rutian 
Aslond banked down as an unexpecting X-Wing sped past him. His TIE Interceptor gave him the obvious speed advantage, but the firepower and shielding on the X-Wings was just as dangerous as his speed and manueverability. As a pirate and slaver he had never had much experience with X-Wings but knew their basic capabilities.

Flight Three continued in their flanking manuver as Aslond and Casca broke away to follow the last pair of X-Wings. As the A-Wings came blazing onto his sensors, Aslond was tempted to break persuit, but didn't. He tagged the X-Wing right before he dove, trying to pull Rutian down infront of his wingmate, and Aslond took the bait. At the same time, Casca banked up before coming back down, leaving the first X-Wing's wingmate square in his sites.

As Aslond pulled into a tight turn to follow his target, he saw the shots from his persuer zip by, barely grazing his small shields, and followed by an explosion as Casca took down his X-Wing. Aslond smiled a bit as he imagined the screams of the rather confused pilot that had just gone from having a target in a nice sandwhich and then found himself painted by an enemy.

“Nazguls, be aware, Rebel A-wings joining the fight,” Rogue called out. “Oh, and I could use a little help here.”

"Rutian, bank off to cut those A-Wings in the side. I'll keep them off your back." Casca called on his Comm.

Aslond clicked in response as he through his accelerated to the max and listened to the scream of the ion engines as they roared to full power. The A-Wings on his radar seemed to split up as Trevor and Jegora pulled a fancy manuver, and two more joined the fray. Aslond broke off into pursuit of one of the pairs, trying to think of what to do to counter their advanced speed.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 7:12:15 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
The A-wings were something Trevor wasn’t expecting, which perfectly described everything else that had gone into the mission so far. Up until now they’d taken out three of the five X-wings that initially attacked them, and now they had to deal with another six A-wings. The new joiners to the fight were as fast as the Interceptors, although not quite as maneuverable. If the pilots were good enough it’d be a challenging fight though.

Trevor, Jeg and Lucan were tailing a pair of A-wings. As Trevor managed to get a lock on one of the pair, they split apart and he was forced to give up on getting the lock and keep behind his target. He and Lucan took the A-wing headed to the port side of things, while Jeg took the one headed right.

“This guy’s pretty good at avoiding everything.” Lucan observed. Trevor realized it too, suddenly getting a lock had become much harder when the A-wing had room to maneuver without risking running into his own wing mate. More maneuverability, but where’s the backup? Trevor thought to himself as he twisted the knobs on the targeting computer, trying to line up his shot. He heard a signaling beep that told him the lock was confirmed, and thought about unleashing a concussion mission on the doomed A-wing. He was about to pull the trigger when a series of green shots flew from the cannons on Lucan’s ship. Trevor watched as they punched through the shields and began scarring the hull of the fighter.

“Good shooting Lucan.” Trevor started, but didn’t congratulate him on a kill as the fighter pulled up hard and freed itself from the spray of green death. Trevor didn’t even have time to sigh as he pulled the control yoke towards him and followed the A-wing in a climbing arc. He unleashed his own hell of cannon fire on the craft, adjusting his shot according to his tracers. The shots finally met their mark with a bunch of puffs of smoke, followed by the destruction of the cockpit’s canopy. The pilot wouldn’t get the chance to suffocate though, the fighter itself exploded into debris and flame, having taken all the punishment it could take from Trevor’s fighter.

“What now, sir?” Lucan asked. Trevor scanned the battle to see if he could visually spot Jeg.

“We’ve got to find Jeg and give him a hand.” Trevor said, but he was surprised to hear Jeg’s voice instead of Lucan’s reply.

“Nah, I’m all good. Managed to get a lucky shot off into him. Totaled one engine then the craft kinda tore itself apart. Where are you guys?” Jeg asked, and the flight attempted to get itself back together to destroy another threat.

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WC: 457  We’re down to 2 X-wings and 4 A-wings.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 7:42:52 PM    View the profile of Rogue 
The A-wing was still on his tail. This guy just didn't want to give it up. He was trying every move he could think of to get away from this guy, but somehow this guy was able to swap speed and maneuverability at will. Which ever he needed at that moment, he got it.

Rogue was now trying to lead this guy and his wingman back into the sights of one of his own squad mates. But so far, everyone was tangled up with their own bandits. Suddenly, he noticed another Interceptor dropping into the chase. Sensors showed it to be Nazgul 7. Rutian had managed to fight his way through to help Rogue. Then a third Interceptor joined the chase, Casca in number 8 as Rutian's wingman was there too.

Green laser bursts joined the red ones racing across the space between the fighters. The lasers had an effect on the wingman in the second A-wing as he suddenly broke hard to escape the onslaught. As he kept weaving, jinking and juking, Rogue could see Rutian and Casca go after the loner. This might just lead to the break he needed.

It didn't take more than 30 seconds for that pilot to call for help from his flight leader, and Rogue could see the A-wing chasing him start to bobble. The pilot was trying to decide what to do. Keep chasing his target or go save his wingman. That hesitation was all Rogue needed.

“Watch this.” He announced to himself, before slamming the throttle to nil, and dumping power to the shields and lasers. The speeding A-wing's pilot barely had time to react, his tail fin just barely missing Rogue's slowing fighter. Immediately Rogue threw power to the engines and clamped down on the trigger as he rolled to follow.  Over charged green laser blasts raced across space raced out, the A-wing's shields couldn't hold and the famous J-77 “Event Horizon” engines went up in a massive explosion.

“Five to Squadron. Scratch one A-wing.” Rogue called out over the com. Now that he was in the clear, it was time to find Cyleaf.

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WC: 361. Make that 3 A-wings.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 8:34:51 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
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To clear up any confusion, this starts before Trevor's last post.


Jegora broke off to chase his A-Wing. He dumped all his power into his engines, but the A-Wing was still gaining ground. Jegora wasn’t sure what to do. The A-Wing was just running away. Jegora didn’t have time for it. He started to pull off and return to his flight when the A-Wing spun around to engage. Jegora didn’t know what was running through the crazy pilots mind, but he didn’t care.

Jegora turned back to the A-Wing and pulled up as the A-Wing fired. The A-Wing’s shots missed and the Rebel pilot continued on. Jegora looped his ship and rolled it at the same time. The maneuver put Jegora coming down on the A-Wing. As he did so he fired a quick burst at the A-Wing.

Jegora almost got killed because of the A-Wing. He hit one of the engines, killing it and causing the ship to fly into a crazy spin. Jegora just barely evaded the crazy spinning. The A-Wing literally tore itself apart before exploding into short lived fireball.

Jegora turned and moved back towards his flight. He heard Trevor tell Lucan that they should go find Jegora.


“Nah, I’m all good. Managed to get a lucky shot off into him. Totaled one engine then the craft kinda tore itself apart. Where are you guys?” Jeg asked.

Trevor read off some numbers and Jegora pinpointed their location on his navigation display. They were a ways away. Jegora hadn’t realized just how far he had chased the lone A-Wing.

As he was trying to get back to his flight he noticed one of the interceptors chasing an A-Wing. As he watched out of the corner of his eye one of the X-Wings pulled up behind the TIE. The TIE wasn’t going evasive. Jegora didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t good to stay solo like this, but he couldn’t let one of his squadron mates get shot. Jegora made a decision.

“2 to Lead, I’m engaging an X-Wing.”

“Roger that Jegora. Be careful.”

“Always,” Jegora replied.

Jegora banked sharply and got behind the X-Wing. Before the rebel even knew he was there he had a lock on him. Jegora depressed the fire button and held it down for several seconds.

Green laser bolts lanced out from Jegora’s TIE and caught the X-Wing square in the back. The shields held up for the first few bolts, but Jegora’s shots managed to get past them and destroy the engines.  The X-Wing was engulfed in a flame ball and exploded.

He heard Castor’s voice. “Thanks!” he said.
Jegora responded. “No problem, stay safe.”

“Will do,” Castor replied.

Jegora sped off to rejoin his flight. By his radar, they had moved yet farther away.

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452 words. 1 X-Wing and 3 A-Wings remaining.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 9:52:19 PM    View the profile of Rogue 
Rogue was weaving his way through the dogfight, trying to find his wingman. So far, he hadn't had any luck. He had tried calling him over the com multiple times, but no responses had come in. And to make matters worse, the dogfight was beginning to spread out over a larger area. If anyone else showed up, it was going to get very confusing.  Then to only make matters worse, his sensors picked up at least one more flight of fighters and a small cap ship coming to investigate the commotion Nazgul was making.

“Cyleaf, if your out there, fire a quad linked burst three times, so I can find out.” Rogue ordered.

He kept a close eye out for the four linked blasts but none came. So either Cyleaf wasn't out there anymore, or his com unit was completely dead.  Rogue was hoping it was the latter rather then the former. It was too early to be loosing people. But at least it was only a sim and not real. Cyleaf would be the first to get a cold one. 

Well no more time to worry about him. Gotta get back into the fight.

He broke hard starboard and went through a series of evasive moves to make sure his tail was clear, then dove back towards the fight. Three flight was engaged with the two of the remaining A-wings. One Flight was running down the remaining X-wing, while Rutian and Casca went after the third A-wing.

Rogue brought his Interceptor around to join his wingmen after that A-wing. He had the angle on them, so he could cut off the A-wing's run.  He headed right for the A-wing.

Let's see how good this guy really is. If he ain't, he turn. If he's nuts, he won't turn. We will see.

The four fighters closed at high rates of speed. The A-wing and  Interceptor coming right at each other, while his wingman closed in from behind the A-wing.  Red and Green laser fire flashed between the two ships, and Rogue broke hard to escape. As he did, the A-wing broke as well. But for the A-wing it didn't get him out of danger. It only let Rogue's wingmen close in on him.

As he came around, Rogue watch the blip of the A-wing disappear from in front of Rutian's Interceptor.

“Five to Flight. Form up. We have to get to the others.” Rogue ordered.

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WC: 420. 1 X-wing and 2 A-wings remaining.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 10:11:00 PM    View the profile of Rutian 
"Seven to Five, negative. I'm going to take out this last bandit. Repeat, negative on the return." Aslond called out as he blazed through the debris of the A-Wing he had just blown up. On his screen he was reading atleast two more flights headed their way, sticking close to something of large size, probably a small capitol ship.

The last A-Wing he was chasing had given up attacking the squadron and was retreating towards the incoming enemy ships. Aparently his engine had been damaged some what in the stray blasters from Casca and himself as they had persued his wingman in the most recent dogfight.

He started to teeter, trying to through Rutian off from getting a lock on him, but it Rutian's increased speed due to having his shields turned off, and the engine trouble of the A-Wing was not helping his case. As he dived down Aslond cut his engines and swept his fighter 180 degrees and threw the accelerater forward. The spin manuver, unique to a TIE fighter, put him at increased speed, straight down for him in the downward arc. A quad linked burst caught his back end, engine imploding in the process.

The result was a rather interesting mix of radar blip and explosion as the shields were the last thing to shut down on the fighter. Aslond had almost no time to observe this, as the capitol ship's engine signature registered with his radar.

Straight infront of him, heading forward with all possible speed, was a CR-90 Corellian Corvette with an escort of six B-Wings. Aslond spun around in a heart beat to head back towards his Squadron, and flipped open the comm to warn them of incoming danger.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 10:38:47 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
“Seven to Nazgul Squadron, We’ve got a Corellian Corvette and a flight of B-wings bearing down on us. I think we cause too much trouble.” Aslond said over the comm., and Trevor nodded. The sim sure was throwing everything at them. Trevor nodded to himself as he checked his radar and confirmed the signatures. Sure enough, six B-wings and a smaller capitol ship were headed after them. The B-wings would reach them before the Corvette, but they would fall within its gun range in seconds if they didn’t get a move on.

“All right boys, lets get our asses back to the Atrus before these guys can get near us. There’s no way we can take that thing on ourselves.” Trevor said over the comm., but before he could get any acknowledgments, the simulated voice of a communications technician from the Atrus broke onto the channel.

“Nazgul squadron, this is the Atrus Reporting that we’re under attack by a large Republic fleet. We’ve already lost a few of our smaller ships and the Atrus is taking heavy damage. Report back as soon as possible.” The voice told the squadron. Trevor quickly acknowledged the call, even though he knew that it didn’t matter to the sim whether he replied or not. Trevor hadn’t noticed it before, but as they grew closer to the fleet he spotted far more ships then had been there before.

The signatures began flowing into his data computer, listing off the larger ships that were attacking the VE fleet. He counted at least two MC-90 cruisers, an MC-80, along with the standard assortment of Neb-B frigates and Corellian vessels. Getting exact numbers was challenging, and he was sure he missed plenty of ship Ids as they scrolled down his data screen with an incredible ferocity. He then spotted something that grabbed his attention really well. A pair of Interdictor cruisers registered. They aren’t just doing this to try and prove a point. . . They aren’t going to even give the Atrus a chance to escape. Trevor thought to himself.

As they neared even closer Trevor could see explosions and cannon fire searing through the space between all the different ships. The Atrus did look crippled, with multiple fires blossoming from the various decks. No different could be said for the other Star Destroyers and support ships in the fleet. They had been caught off guard and were really taking a beating.

“C’mon boys, lets go to work. I want everyone to head for the Atrus, we’re going to see if we can give any sort of help there. Go for any bombers you see, they will be the biggest threat to the capitol ships.” Trevor ordered, then wiped one of his hands on the pants he was wear. So much for boring.

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WC: 454  Lets get to work. Maybe have Nazgul start with attacking a flight of Y-wings before we join up with an NPC squadron and attack a cap ship.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 2, 2007 10:59:00 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora was pissed. He didn’t like running at all. But there was nothing else to do. The squadron couldn’t afford to wait and get in the corvette’s range, or they would be no use to the Atrus and the rest of the fleet. So they ran.

Jegora took a little comfort in the fact that he was running towards more action. The TIE’s quickly outpaced the fighters and the corvette.  Soon they had the Atrus and the remains of the Imperial fleet in visual range. The Super Star Destroyer had taken a beating. For all its might, the rebel fleet was too large and to strong. They had taken the Imperial fleet by surprise, and now they were in a fight for their lives.

As the squadron screamed through space, Jegora noted an ISD that wasn’t to badly damaged off to his starboard. As he watched, six Y-Wings lined up for a bombing run.

“Lead, this is Jegora. Check out those Y-Wings starboard,” he said to Trevor.

“Good eye Jegora,” Trevor said.

Trevor spoke again, this time to the whole squadron. “Nazguls, we have Y-Wings to the starboard. Let’s go help that ISD.”

With that he broke and headed towards the rebel bombers. The bombers must have been alert because they quickly realized their peril. They split off into pairs and pulled some sluggish evasive maneuvers. Normally the TIE’s could have mopped up the Y-Wings easily.

Jegora had just pulled up behind a Y-Wing when his threat alarm went off. He quickly checked his radar. Nothing there. Then Jegora saw the turret on the Y-Wing. Shit!, he thought to himself. He pulled up hard just as the gunner fired, the shots barely missing Jegora.

He heard Trevor say something rather loudly over the radio. Jegora couldn’t hear him. His heart was beating to loud from the excitement of almost getting blown up.

“Sorry Trevor, can you repeat that?” he said over the communications radio.

“I said be careful,” Trevor repeatedly, this time a little more calm.

“Oh, right,” Jegora said.

He heard Trevor sigh and laughed. It wasn’t that he was always suicidal. It’s just that this was simulation and it didn’t appear that they had much of a chance anyways.

Jegora saw one of the Y-Wings explode from the combined fire of two TIEs. Jegora didn’t know who it was. He didn’t particularly care. He rejoined Trevor and Lucan. Together they swooped down on a Y-Wing, firing as they went. The old rebel ship exploded.

Well, Jegora though to himself, I’m racking up the kills.

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424 words, down to 4 Y-Wings
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 6:26:12 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Trevor had flown Y-wings in the past and knew that despite the common rumors about them being slow boats and easy targets, they could become killing machines that would best similar pilots in better ships, if flown by someone with the know how. Judging by how these pilots were flying, Trevor began assuming that it was a lack of know how that was making them easy targets. Yes, they were using their turrets somewhat effectively in keeping Nazgul pilots off their backs, but they were relying too much on their turrets and not enough on the maneuvers that were unique to a Y-wing.

Trevor, Jeg and Lucan had already destroyed one bomber, while Aslond and Casca had destroyed a second a few moments before. The debris rained down onto the surface of the ISD they were working to save, but without enough force to do any damage. Flight three had their hands full with another pair of Y-wings, but seemed to be doing a good enough job fending for themselves that Trevor didn’t bother ordering them any help. Instead he scanned for where the last two Y-wings had gone, spotting them headed towards the bridge of the ISD.

“Quick, Flights One and Two, got a pair of birds headed for the bridge shield towers. If they start their run and manage to take those out, we’re not going to be able to do much for this ISD.” Trevor explained, painting the two Y-wings on his radar and pushing the throttle to its stops.

*

One of the Y-wing pilots noticed the beeping noise going off in the back of his fighter’s cockpit. He had been painted on someone’s radar, but rechecked his targeting computer. Within a few moments he’d be close enough to start unloading bombs onto one of the two shielding towers on the bridge of the Start Destroyer.

“Grey Three to Grey Four, we’ve been marked. Should we ditch the bombing run and begin evasive maneuvers?” His partner called out to him over the comm. Four checked his radar and noticed that one of their other pilots who had been engaged in a firefight with a flight of TIE interceptors had been destroyed, and considered his odds. One way, he’d have the chance to die as a hero if he managed to destroy one of the towers. On the other hand, he could die as some unknown soul who’d veered away from his goal. He shook his head to himself, his mind set for glory.

“No Three, we’re going to drive hard at it.” The fanatic said, pushing his throttle farther forward and keeping an eye on his targeting computer.

“You’re alone then, my friend.” Three said, and with that he veered off to the right and began fleeing towards a more New Republic friendly area of space.

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WC: 469, down to 3 Y-wings. One is fighting Flight 3, One making A run for a shielding tower, One making a run for his home ship, or at least safer space.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 6:54:48 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora was trying to get a tally on the hostiles when Trevor’s TIE shot off. Jegora followed the ship with his eyes and found a pair of Y-Wings attacking the bridge. He instantly understood. The Y-Wings would be trying to disable one or both of the shield generators, making the ISD an easy target for other bombers or capital ships.

Jegora kicked his TIE into motion and followed Trevor. After only an instant, Trevor’s voice came over the radio.

“Quick, Flights One and Two, got a pair of birds headed for the bridge shield towers. If they start their run and manage to take those out, we’re not going to be able to do much for this ISD.” Trevor explained.

Jegora saw the two targets light up on his display. Someone had painted them on their radar, marking their position for the rest of the squadron. Jegora adjusted the power ratios to provide more engine power. Soon he had caught up to Trevor.

Two Flight was approaching from a different direction. Jegora’s radio beeped again and Trevor’s voice sounded in his helmet.

“Alright, we have the one on the left; Two Flight is taking the one on the right. Go in fast, hit hard, and watch out for that turret.”

“Roger that Trevor,” Jegora acknowledged. He heard Lucan mumble something as well. While Jegora found this type of exercise thrilling, apparently Lucan did not.

Jegora was approaching gun range. He selected the left-most Y-Wing and dialed in his targeting knobs. He almost had a lock when Lucan let rip with his lasers. The Y-Wing only took one or two hits on the shields before it broke away. The pilot must have decided that glory wasn’t worth dieing for.

“Lead, this is 2. Looks like he’s running,” Jegora said over the radio.

“I see him. One Flight, on me. Two Flight, keep on the other one,” Trevor said.

Jegora swung back in behind the Y-Wing, avoiding cannon fire from the turret as he went. The gunner didn’t know who to shoot at with three targets, and the Nazgul pilots kept their flight paths random, making it even harder. The swift TIE interceptors quickly caught up with the Y-Wings.

“On my mark,” Trevor said. Jegora got the beep signifying his target was acquired. A few seconds later Lucan stated that he had a lock.

“OK then,” Trevor said. “NOW!”

The three TIEs let lose a barrage of green cannon fire. Jegora shot tore off the right engine pylon, throwing the ship into a spin. Trevor’s shot’s hit the cockpit, breaking it off and sealing the deaths of the pilots. Lucan hit the center of the ship, creating a fireball that engulfed all the pieces.

“Splash one,” Jegora said over the radio.

Together the flight turned and headed back to the ISD to see what needed to be done.

OOC:
476 words, 2 Y-Wings left
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 7:19:46 PM    View the profile of Rogue 
Rogue didn't like running, but he knew the firepower of the B-wings. They had been his craft of choice during his days flying for the Rebellion.  But the Interceptor could fly rings around the B-wing. The corvette wouldn't have been a problem if they had missiles.  So on orders they had headed back toward the embattled fleet. So far, his flight still hadn't managed to form up. They had all immediately gone after the Y-wings Trevor had called out.

At the moment, Rogue was taking his time weaving around the worst of the dogfights. So he wasn't engaged when Trevor called out the Y-wing heading for the ISD's bridge.  He chopped the throttle and put the yoke over hard. On his current course, he was actually closer then One Flight. The ISD filled the viewpoint and he slammed the throttle to full.

The sensors showed the two Y-wings closing in from his port side, with One flight in hot pursuit. Suddenly one of the Y-wings broke hard, reversing his heading right over the top of his partner, and heading off. That put him right into the guns of One flight.

He's their problem. This one's mine.

The ISD was getting close. Another minute or so and the Y-wing would be more than in range to fire its proton torpedoes. He pushed the yoke down, and shifted power over from the shields and weapons. He needed the speed now. A climbing attack from below would keep him safe from the turret and bow lasers.

Finally he was in range, and he threw all power focus to the weapons and shields, then yanked back on the yoke and mashed the trigger. His lasers were set to single fire, and they quickly spat their deadly energies. He raked the Y-wing as he passed, but the shields held. And despite this, he still didn't break off as Rogue swept up and over.  Rogue continued into a punishing Immelman move, as he felt his shields taking his from the Y-wing's turret.

This guys a fanatic! He's willing to die for this.

He cut the throttle, letting the 'ceptor slow as he saw his shields on the verge of collapse from the Y-wing's turret. Only the extra energy, he had dumping to them, kept them from failing. His finger clamped down on the trigger and the lasers did there thing.

This time it was enough. And just in time to. The Y-wing exploded as the ISD's bridge tower filled his viewscreen. He flashed through the explosion and pulled hard on the yoke as he dumped power back to the engines. His Interceptor flashed as he skimmed up the tower's side, just meters from hitting it.

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WC 464 1 Y-wing left
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 7:42:51 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
The Y-wing was escaping fast, relatively speaking. Flight One hadn’t acted quit quickly enough and had given him a bit of a head start. It didn’t matter though, the entire flight was on him within a few seconds, and moments later he was space dust. Trevor’s shields had taken a shot or two, but they recharged quickly enough that he had nothing to worry about.

“Scratch the one that was headed for the tower. That crazy bastard is dead too.” Rogue informed them, and Trevor sighed in relief. It was a good thing that the ISD’s shield towers would be safe for the next few moments.

“This is the ISD Nightfire, requesting identification of the squadron who just helped us out with those Y-wings.” Came another digitized voice over the comm. Trevor replied, informing the computer that it was Nazgul squadron. Another reply came back, this time issuing a request. “Requesting escort for a squadron of TIE interceptors and a Squadron of TIE bombers, headed for the Neb-B Frigate being painted on your radar now.”

Trevor nodded to himself and reached up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. One of the nice things about flying in a Sim that Trevor liked was that he could at least stop the sweat from dripping into his eyes. Unlike in his normal fighter though, he wasn’t perspiring due to the continuous stress on his body, but rather from the intensity of the battle they were pretending to be in.

“Alright Nazgul Squadron, we’ve been requested to give a hand to the TIE bombers and Interceptors that are leaving the belly hanger of this ISD right now. They’re headed for the Neb-B highlighted on your radar. What say we give ‘em hell?” Trevor asked, watching his radar as Nazgul started to re-form and head towards the belly of the ISD to meet up with their new squadron mates.

“This is Polar Squadron and General Squadron. We’re the fighter and bomber squadrons, respectively.” Trevor heard even more digitized voices informing him. They sure are getting creative on the names of these groups of people. He thought to himself as he adjusted his course to avoid running into one of his new allies.

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WC 372  I want this escort to last a couple of posts. Maybe we lose a pilot or two from the Interceptor or Bomber squadrons to random fire and whatnot. Lets just extend this section so we don’t get too far ahead of ourselves.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 8:08:07 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora heard the orders for the escort over his radio. His shirt was drenched. Not from exertion, but simply from the stress of this simulation. It was like nothing Jegora had ever been through before. It almost compared to a real battle.

Jegora quickly formed up on Trevor for the escort. The Neb B was a ways away and there was a likely chance they would try to get intercepted. Jegora had his fingers crossed (metaphorically speaking), that they would see no opposition.

True to Nazgul form, however, they got intercepted. Jegora picked up a total of fourteen radar signatures on his screen. Before he could report them, Trevor opened a communications link to the entire attack group.

“Alright, listen up. This is Lt. Trevor Evenson, Nazgul 1. We have fourteen bogeys incoming on an intercept vector. Radar signatures show 8 X-Wing type profiles and six smaller, A-Wing type profiles. Be prepared.”

A digitized voice responded. “Roger that, Lieutenant. This is Commander Klors, General 1. We will hang back and support how we can. It’s up to you boys though.”

“Aye. Polar Squadron will assist,” another voice said.

Jegora opened up his throttle. He loved this ship. The speed it offered. Polar Squadron and the rest of Nazgul squadron did the same. They sped ahead to meet the enemy head on. Jegora could only hope he wouldn’t get shot.

Adjusting his shields to full front, he threw his ship into a roll just before they met the enemy. This effectively kept him from getting shot, but it also threw him out of formation. As he pulled out of the roll and preformed a loop to get back into the fight red laser bolts flew past his TIE.

Acting on reflex he threw his TIE down into a spin. It saved his life. The shots bounced off his shields harmlessly. Jegora scanned his screen to find Trevor and Lucan. He found them chasing an X-Wing, just as an A-Wing pulled up behind them. Jegora put his TIE to full speed and got behind the A-Wing.

“Flight, this is 2. You have an A-Wing behind you. Might wanna pull up.”

“Roger that,” Trevor replied. Both the interceptors pulled up sharply, giving Jegora a perfect shot at the A-Wing. Just before he depressed his fire button, green lasers flew in from the side and blew the A-Wing to smithereens.

“HAH!” a voice cried over his comm. Jegora watched as the cocky pilot did a couple loops, only to be hit by a missile and killed. Hah indeed, Jegora thought. Still, he felt bad for the Polar squadron pilot. But not to bad.

Jegora rejoined his squadron as they resumed chasing the X-Wing. Not a word was said about the Polar squadron pilot. Every pilot, whether new or experienced, knew that showboating would get you killed.

OOC:
472 Words. Total tally is as follows: 11 Nazgul pilots. Down to 11 Polar Squadron (Interceptor) Pilots. 12 TIE Bombers (General Squadron). Hostiles include 8 X-Wings and 5 A-Wings remaining.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 8:55:19 PM    View the profile of Castor 
Castor kept tight with the Nazguls, coming up on the right flank of Polar and General squad. He was watching his radar closely, making sure that no fighters were trying to make their way towards the bombers. There was a crackle over the comm as Trevor’s voice came to Castor’s ear.

“We’ve got bogeys coming it hot at nine’o’clock. Flights two and three, take care of it. We’ll stay here for some support to the bombers.”

Max came in over the comm next:

“You heard the man. Let’s go. Castor you take my starboard side. Looks like we have some A-Wings coming in. Four of them, by the looks of it. Let’s get this over with.”

Max and Castor kicked in full afterburner as they sped towards the A-Wings. As they snaked their way in from behind from the right, flight two made their way in behind from the left, making a scissors behind the A-Wings. Castor armed his cannons and took aim at the tail end of the closest A-Wing. He got a lock and opened fire, lances of green light firing from his powerful wingtip laser cannons. A few of the hits went wild, but some connected. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to get a kill. The A-Wings broke off into four individual targets. Max’s voice crackled over the comm again.

“Castor, that target you painted is yours. Take him out however you see fit.”

Castor gave his response and broke off to port as the A-Wing tried to make its escape. As it did, Castor opened fire, just enough to keep his target in line. The A-Wing pulled up to avoid the blasts, and Castor followed, intending on scoring a kill. They dipped and dived together, a brutal dance that would surely result on one of their deaths. Of course, Castor wasn’t intending for it to be his. Castor was also watching the rest of the battle closely as his friends were met with the same problems. But Castor had more important matters to attend to.

As Castor got behind the A-Wing, he knew he had his chance. He opened fire and blasted the A-Wing into oblivion. Castor didn’t really acknowledge the kill; he needed to get back to the rest of his group. As he turned around, the flight leader from Polar squad came over the comm.

“We have X-Wings and A-Wings coming in hot off of our port side. We need back up now!”

Oh great, Castor thought as he sped off to join Max in the firefight behind him.


OOC:
WC 424. 4 A-Wings left. 8 X-Wings left. Now have fun :P
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 3, 2007 11:01:25 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Trevor cut his throttle and jammed as hard as he could on both nozzle pedals while pushing the control stick forward, sending his TIE into a quick one-eighty. He had had to ditch the rest of Flight One when he picked up an A-wing on his tail. Rather then asking for help, he ordered Jeg and Lucan to work on their current target, the X-wing, while he handled this A-wing pilot.

The opposing pilot hadn’t expected the maneuver at all and was met with a series of green bursts, causing his shields to flash purple and slowly slip towards the red shade that meant they were fading out. Trevor’s shots were returned though, and he jumped in his sim as his own screen flashed purple and then red before the A-wing roared over top of him, but with him being upside down it made him feel as if the A-wing flew under his feet. He pushed the throttle back to full while keeping the control yoke pushed towards the floor, bring the craft another one hundred eighty degrees and following closely behind the A-wing.

The pilot had realized that the whole point of the move wasn’t to destroy him as much as it was to get behind him in a somewhat unorthodox way. The hunter had become the hunted, so to speak, and the A-wing seemed to realize that he was up against a superior pilot. Deciding to perform a few last ditch maneuvers, he cut hard and to the left while pointing the nose of his craft upward, but Trevor was still right on his tail. Escape won’t come easy for you, my friend. Trevor thought to himself as he pitched the craft into a barrel roll to keep behind his target, who had performed the same maneuver a moment ago.

Trevor was no longer in a simple chase and kill mind set; he was out to toy with his prey before killing it. A blast here and there to keep the shield warning buzzers going off in the cockpit, a missile lock warning whenever he got the chance. It’d become a deadly series of mind games, with the pilot occasionally catching Trevor off guard with a creative maneuver that was challenging to match, while Trevor had him swimming in his own fear.

It took only a moment for the tide to change though, as Trevor spun himself hard to port to avoid a flaming B-wing that had been spinning out of control from some other portion of the battle. Without even having to check behind him he knew that the A-wing had taken the opportunity and was now on his tail. A small blast to his rear shields that shook the whole craft only confirmed his thoughts. The A-wing was now messing with him, starting off by giving him a missile lock and actually causing Trevor to twitch his yoke to the left out of surprise. Damn, he got that quick. Trevor thought to himself as he continued pulling hard to the left, hoping to win in a turning battle against the A-wing. Their turning radii were too close though, and a fight like that would take far too long for Trevor to gain the advantage.

He straightened out and prepared for a horribly dangerous maneuver. On one hand, he could succeed and get behind his opponent without difficulty. However, if he timed it wrong or his opponent had slightly too slow of a reaction time, the both of them would bite it. He checked out his rear view port with one hand on his throttle control and the other on the control yoke incase he had to make a sudden correction to avoid his own death. When he saw that the A-wing had straightened out behind him, he slammed his throttle to the stops on the slower end of the spectrum, while applying both foot pedals in an attempt to cut his speed rapidly. The A-wing reacted fast enough, but definitely didn’t react in the way Trevor had hoped.

Rather then pulling up and cruising over top of Trevor out of surprise and instinct like the average pilot would have, the man behind the canopy of the A-wing instead spun his ship into a steep climb and slammed his own engines to reverse thrust as he angled the nose of his fighter downwards, right towards Trevor. Alarms went off around Trevor and he decided that obviously the cat and mouse game was going to be effective no longer. He punched his throttle forwards again and banked the fighter to the right before pulling back on the control yoke in order to cut an even tighter turn then normal. The two craft were now bearing down upon each other with ferocious speed. There was no way to avoid it now; one was soon to have their digital life ended.

The A-wing opened fire first, sending a series of green bolts into Trevor’s forward shielding. Trevor’d been planning for this though, having already transferred all rear shielding to the front, as well as every percentage point he could get away from his cannons. Firing them now would have an effect less then that of a hold out blaster, but his shields could hold out to this barrage for another forty-five seconds or so.

The A-wing might have had a chance to think about why Trevor wasn’t firing back, but whether he did or not didn’t matter. Trevor had dummy fired a concussion missile at the A-wing through the barrage of red tracers. Trevor was hoping that at best it would knock the A-wing’s shields off and do a bit of hull damage, enough that the A-wing would have to pull away and Trevor could then resume the chase. Whether by pure luck or divine intervention, the A-wing pilot had planned things differently. When he had gone head to head with Trevor he had transferred a lot of his shield power to his weapons, hoping that he’d be able to destroy the TIE and it’s weaker shielding before his own lighter shields were cut through. Because of this, the concussion missile burst through the forward shields of the TIE and smashed directly into the hull forward of the cockpit.

The rest of the craft went up in a chain reaction, starting with the cockpit, then the fuel tanks, followed finally by the engines each imploding at a separate time. This provided not only an interesting show, but also a satisfying kill for Trevor. Had it been out of the simulator, he would have probably tried such a maneuver while preparing to hit the eject button, but luck was on his side.

“Whoa, amazing kill, sir.” Jeg’s voice came over the comm. system, filled with genuine shock. He must have been watching the battle from a bit of a distance, as Trevor couldn’t spot him through a visual search anywhere.

“Thanks, Jeg.” Trevor replied, reaching up for the second time and wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

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WC:1170  That my friends, is how a dogfight is written :P. We’re down to 3 A-wings and 8 X-wings. Still have 11 pilots in both Interceptor Squadrons.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 4, 2007 7:55:43 PM    View the profile of Castor 
Castor watch as the other A-Wings sped off towards the main fighter group of Polar and General squads. He swore under his breath as both X-Wings and A-Wings started to converge on the fighter group. He saw little pops of red and green light lancing from all directions at once. As he started to speed after them, Max’s voice came over the comm.

“Care to wait for me, Castor? I am your flight leader after all.”

“Sorry, sir, but we have to get there. If we don’t, they could be ripped apart!”

Max chuckled. “Castor, I know that. But we have the numbers on our side. If they want a kill they’ll have to work for it.”

Castor nodded; he knew that Max was right, but he still knew that if they didn’t move fast enough, someone, possibly one of the Nazguls, would die. He wasn’t about to take that chance. He hit full throttle on his fighter and launched after the A-Wings. Max caught up to him about halfway to the rest of the Nazguls. Flight two came in a little off to Castor’s starboard side. Castor swore as he counted the little blips on his radar. Eleven fighters against thirty-six... I like those odds, but I’ve read about worse massacres. Both Polar squadron and Nazgul squadron were weaving a defensive screen around the bombers, trying to keep the fighters away so they could get to their target. But it wasn’t easy; some shots were getting through to the bombers, but luckily they hadn’t scored a kill. Castor wanted to make sure it stayed that way. He flipped is TIE into a roll over the web of fighters and opened up with his cannons on the nearest X-Wing. He scored some shield damage, deterring the X-Wing from its current attack. But Castor wasn’t out of the woods yet.

As Castor brought his nose to bear, he received fire coming from his port side. He looked on his radar and saw he was being tailed by an A-Wing. Castor swore as he juked out of the way of the nearest burst of laser fire.

“Damnit, I’ve got a bogey on my tail. Request assistance.”

Max’s voice came over the comm. “I got your back! Just string him along.”

Castor gave his response and closed the comm frequency. He barrel rolled into a deep dive, watching as the stars spun around him in a bright dance. The A-Wing followed, bringing its cannons up on his tail. It pumped off a few shots. Castor dodged them effortlessly as he brought his TIE around back towards the main fight. As he did, he saw Max’s TIE come up on the screen. He smiled as he Max’s confirmation of a weapons lock. Castor watched his radar for a few precious seconds. Then he saw the A-Wing breaking off as it was being tailed by a missile, and then blasted into nothingness. Max came up along his wing.

“Castor, I just wanted to say that was some good flying you did-”

But Max never had a chance to finish the sentence. A voice broke over the comm in great urgency.

“This is General nine requesting assistance! I have an X-Wing and I can’t shake- ARGHH!”

All Castor heard was static as he watched the bomber go up in a ball of smoke and metal. Castor swore and locked his target. He sped off after the X-Wing, looking for blood.

OOC:
WC: 574l; 3 A-Wings. 8 X-Wings. Hope this'll do.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 4, 2007 9:13:04 PM    View the profile of Rogue 
Rogue kept his Interceptor twisting and turning as he tried to keep the Rebel fighters from breaking through to the bombers. He really wasn't going after any one in particular.  Rutian and Casca had joined up, but rather than encumber them, he let them stay as a standard wing pair, and he stayed solo. Along with a pair of Polars, they formed the backstop for the bombers. The so called last line of defense.

He kept moving, snapping off quick bursts at any of the A-wings or X-wings that slipped past the others. It didn't give him any confirmed kills, but racking up kills wasn't the point at the moment. Getting the bombers through to that Rebel Neb-B was. Suddenly an X-wing broke through the cordon of Interceptors, but before he could do anything, two of the remaining A-wings also broke through and came racing in.

“Seven, Eight, pair of A's broke through.” He yelled over the com to Rutian and Casca, as he yanked his fighter around to a heading to engage the A-wings. 

As the A-wings raced toward each other, he wished he had a missile to use. It would spook the A-wings to break off there run. But suddenly another thought came to him. Even if he didn't have missiles, he still had the targeting sensors for them. He flipped the weapons switch to missiles, and waited for the tone. He had to keep his own fighter relatively stable to make the lock on go faster but that made him an easier target for the others.

I hope Rutian and Casca are paying attention.

The reticle went red and the warbling filed his earpieces. Out of training, he tapped the trigger. Suddenly a single concussion missile raced out toward the A-wings.

What the? Looks like we do have missiles. Hee Hee Hee.

He streaked after the missile. Time to play chicken. How brave was those two A-wing pilots. They could either risk taking a missile hit while bagging a bomber or two, or they could break off and expose themselves to the guns of his oncoming Interceptor.

He heard the cries of a bomber going down. Either that X-wing or another one had managed to make it through. That meant he didn't have time for this anymore. He moved the targeting reticle to the second A-wing, waited for the tone and fired another missile.  Then he came around hard, he had to get back to the bombers.

OOC:
WC: 426.  8 X-wings, 3 A-wings. Soon to be two less hopefully.
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Trevor Evenson
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 4, 2007 11:06:00 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Everything was happening quickly, but that was the Trevor was used to things. When he was out of the cockpit he enjoyed taking things slowly and having a good time, but once he got strapped in he was a different story. He became calculating and deadly, always needing to be doing something or keeping a fight going. His life inside the fighter was one that he kept separate from his normal life, or tried to at least. Toks was the one thing that invaded from his normal life into his fighter life, but this had so far proven to be good rather then bad.

The X-wings were beginning to invade the protective barrier around the Bombers, and one had already been taken down. Trevor changed his targets from the lone A-wing still outside the perimeter of Polar and Nazgul Squadrons to an X-wing that was preparing to make a run for the wall of fighters. Trevor was tempted to use another missile but figured he might need them for when they made it to the Neb-B, if they made it there. He waited a moment as the X-wing charged past him, pulling behind the kamikaze pilot and getting a cannon lock quickly. The X-wing didn’t even flinch, but kept on his course through the gaps in the defenses and towards the Bomber squadron.

Despite being a slower group of fighters, they were still keeping most of their enemies at bay with their cannons, a feat deserving of recognition when this was all over. Although the entire group outnumbered the X-wings and A-wings, they still lacked shields, which evened the odds up a bit. Trevor noticed out of the corner of his eye another one of the Polar Interceptors get destroyed. He was able to tell it was from Polar squadron by the white paint scheme, rather than the standard blue. They made a bad choice painting those white. Probably normally only deployed in atmospheric missions over ice planets. He thought to himself as he twitched the yoke to the right to keep behind his opponent.

He squeezed the trigger and held it to the stop, spraying the rear shields with green lances. The shields flashed red and blinked out, and the rest of his bolts met the rear of the fuselage and the R2 unit. He saw sparks fly as the entire top of the astromech was blown apart, and saw the ship immediately lurch sideways. He figured the pilot was relying on his droid to hold this ship steady while he worked his cannon’s, a maneuver some NR pilots choose to do simply because they felt that a human could do the aiming better then a droid. Too bad us brained types fly better. He though to himself, the reason behind the craft’s straight-as-an-arrow flight being revealed.

The X-wing had lurched partially out of the way, but Trevor’s shots were now beating on his portside wings. A few struck the engines directly and a spurt of flame shot from one, before Trevor noticed both power down. The enemy fighter began to shake and the pilot was putting in a great attempt to hold the craft together, but it wasn’t enough. One of the port wings cracked and split off, followed by the other. With no left-side controls, the fighter began a lop-sided spin, coming horrifyingly close to crashing into one of the bombers. Trevor didn’t bother following to make sure he got the kill, the craft would tear itself apart within moments.

OOC:
WC  587. 7 X-wings, 3 A-wings, 10 Polar Fighters, 11 Bombers.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 2:37:21 AM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
A young man with dark eyes and an even darker disposition entered the Atrus’s control room. Several of the lower-ranking officers turned to look at him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new arrival. Rumors had been flying around the ship for days, and now, at long last, here he was.
  The older man seated in the Captain’s chair was the last to turn and face him. The new arrival stopped walking, paused, and then threw up a salute. “Reporting for duty … old friend.”
 
  The two men’s eyes locked, and for a brief moment, it seemed like perhaps they were going to fight. An uneasy tension filled the room, but then the older man returned the salute and began to laugh. Any uneasy feelings were gone as quickly as they had came.
  “It’s good to see you. It’s been awhile. I figured you were dead.”

  “No, not yet.” The dark-eyed man chuckled. Then in a whisper, as if to himself, he repeated, “Not yet.”

  “Allow me to catch you up on our status here.” The older man turned to gaze at a bank of monitors as his old friend walked over and stood by his side. “Viper and Nazgul Squadrons are both engaged in rather … impossible … situations at the moment.”

  The younger man nodded. “It looks like you’ve got them going up against an entire New Republic Fleet.”
 
  “Yeah, except I toned the difficulty down at first. A lot of these pilots are really green, and I wanted to work them into it nice and easy.”

  “And how are they handling it?”

  The older man shrugged. “Viper Squadron is having a bit more trouble than I had expected. They’ve got a lot of talent, but their leadership is inexperienced. I just increased the simulation difficulty to a normal level, so I’m interested to see how they respond.”

  “And Nazgul?”

  “Better, better. Trevor – he’s the squadron commander – has got that working together well at the moment.”

    The younger man’s dark eyes glanced at the computer monitors before him, quickly assessing the situation. He had been one of the most decorated pilots in the Imperial Navy before the fall, and had done his fair share of piloting for the Vast Imperial Navy as well. Space combat was as natural to him as breathing, one of many reasons he had been appointed to his new position.
  “They do seem to be holding their own. But you’ve barely thrown anything their way so far.”

  The older man grinned, his eyes lighting up. He really was enjoying this. “I was about to raise their difficulty level up to the normal setting as well. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No, not at all. Let’s trim off some of their allies.”

  The higher-ranking officer stood and walked over to a young, attractive lieutenant and began giving her orders. After a moment, he turned back to his old friend, gestured toward the Captain’s chair, and said, “Well, the Atrus is yours. Have a seat.”

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  Mon Calamari star cruiser Ocean’s Pride. CC-7700 frigate Entrapment. Mon Calamari star cruiser Liberty. Dauntless cruiser Vigilance. Assault frigate Tempest. Bulwark battle cruiser Alderaan’s Light.
Lucan cursed to himself. The list of New Republic ships seemed endless. He threw a switch on his control panel that would remove capital starships from his list of targets. He was having enough trouble keeping track of all the enemy starfighters zooming back and forth around him without having to worry about the big boys.

  “Seven, Eight, pair of A's broke through,” Rogue said over the comm.

  Lucan tried to block that out as well and focus all of his attention on the X-Wing in front of him. Nazgul Squadron was short a pilot, and that position happened to be Viper Four, who would otherwise have been Lucan’s wingmate. Because of that, all three of Flight One’s pilots were flying together today.
  Unfortunately, Lucan had somehow gotten separated from the other two. Trying not to worry about it, he fired off a quick series of shots at the enemy fighter in front of him. He managed to hit the X-Wing twice, but then the AI-controlled pilot cut speed suddenly and began barrel rolling out of sight.
  Swearing out loud again, Lucan pulled back on his own throttle and jerked his interceptor around to follow the Republic fighter. What Lucan may have lacked in piloting skill his ship made up for with superior maneuverability. The X-Wing appeared in his crosshairs once again and he fired off another a series of cross-linked bursts.

  “Three, this is Two. What’s your status?”

  That was Jegora. Flipping a switch, Lucan responded, “I’m in the middle of taking out another X-Wing. Be with you in a second.”

  “Hurry it up. We could use you over here.”

  Lucan frowned. Last he’d noticed, Trevor and Jegora had been chasing a couple of X-Wings; they shouldn’t have had any problem. Not only was Trevor the squadron commander, he was on of the better pilots in Phoenix Wing.

  “What’s up?” he questioned, as a few more of his shots connected with the X-Wing, knocking its shields out. The computer-controlled pilot tried to pull away again, but Lucan managed to catch up with him and closed in for the kill.

  Lieutenant Evenson’s voice answered the question: “The Republic cap ships are launching a new wave of fighters, that’s what. Looks like an entire wing, if not more. They’ll be within firing distance in less than two minutes. Everyone look sharp. We need to finish these guys off, quickly.”

  “Shit,” Lucan muttered as soon as he’d close his open comm connection. Six more squadrons of fighters? That meant they were going up against at least two to one odds, and the Republic fighters had better shielding. Not only that, Nazgul Squadron had no real idea how many more reinforcements the Republic could throw at them from a fleet that size.
  Trying not to think too much about it, he rolled to the left and found his quarry once again. A last series of green lasers finished off the X-Wing before him, and a smile returned to his face.
 
“Nazgul One, this is Three. Another bogey down.”

  “Good work, Lucan, now get your ass back over here and get ready to regroup for the next wave.”

  Lucan found Trevor and Jegora’s position and turned his ship around to head their way. A few more Republic ships winked out of existence as Polar Squadron’s simulated pilots managed to vape a pair of X-Wings. Rogue knocked out a third and a moment later Rutian let out a victory shout as he blew an A-Wing into tiny pieces.
  That left only a handful of Republic fighters left, but Nazgul would have to let Polar Squadron deal with that. The new wave of enemies was closing down in on them in a hurry.

  “Looks like that bombing run will have to wait, huh, One?” Max asked.

  “Sadly, yes,” Trevor responded. “Everyone here?”

  “I still can’t find Cyleaf out here,” Rogue replied.

  “I’ve got visual on him, Five.” That was Kaz. “His communicator must be broken.”

  “Thanks, Twelve.”

  “All right, let’s cut the chatter, ladies,” Trevor ordered. “Incoming. Break into flights and go for those B-Wings fir–”

  He cut off in mid-speech as a series of explosions rocked the space around Nazgul Squadron. The surprised pilots veered off in all directions, trying to assess the source of this unexpected attack. Panicking, Lucan turned his head from side to side, trying to see who had attacked them.

  “What the…?” Jegora wondered aloud.

  “Dammit, we’ve got bogeys behind us, too!” Max announced, his voice strained.

  “Where did they come from?” Lucan thought that voice belonged to Castor, but it was getting hard to tell with everyone talking over one another so quickly.

  “They must have hyped in behind us,” Rogue answered. “Looks like two full squadrons of A-Wings.”

  And they’re all over us! Lucan thought to himself. The Republic A-Wings had indeed come out of hyperspace right behind them, and were raining havoc among General Squadrons TIE Bombers.

  “Regroup, regroup!” Trevor was yelling. “Form up on your wingman and stick with him. Pull back and try to help out General Squadron. We’ll have to worry about the new arrivals later.”

  “Don’t think we’ve got much of a choice, One,” Max countered. “Here they come!”

  Lucan froze up, unsure of what to do. He knew it was only a simulation, but he was afraid. In front of him, the A-Wings were destroying the TIE Bombers left and right, and behind him, he could almost feel the hundreds of Republic starfighters closing in.

  “Nazgul Three, what are you doing?” Lucan could barely hear Jegora screaming at him through the comm. “Don’t just sit there!”

  “Lucan, those X-Wings are right behind you,” Trevor shouted. “Get out of there!”

  Red lights flashed across Crewman Morr’s HUD, and then everything went dark.

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  Back in the real world, Lucan’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. I froze up in the middle of a battle. And not even a real battle – a fracking simulation!
  Trying to steady his nerves, he opened the hatch of his TIE Interceptor simulator and sort of stumbled out. The guilt of failing his squadron members mixed with his embarrassment at panicking and caused the normally short walk back to the debriefing room to feel like an eternity.

OOC:
1588 words. You've got 24 A-Wings in front of you, ravaging General Squadron. Behind you are 36 X-Wings, 24 Y-Wings, and 12 B-Wings. You're down to 10 pilots in Nazgul Squadron and 10 in Polar Squadron. Consider General Squadron's TIE Bombers a lost cause; they'll be gone before you're able to make a difference. Great job so far, everyone - keep up the good work!
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 5:49:32 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Jegora could only watch as Lucan’s ship exploded. It wasn’t real of course, just a computer generated image. Still, it disturbed him. To see a squadron mate explode in a giant ball of flame was not something anyone ever grew comfortable with.

Nazgul squadron had managed to clean up most of the bad guys, only to be confronted with what appeared to be an entire fighter wing. Jegora’s radar was lit entirely with red dots.

It was madness. The A-Wings were ripping apart the TIE Bombers, the X-Wings were tearing a path through Polar Squadron, and Nazgul was caught somewhere in the middle. Jegora noticed a squadron of B-Wings trying to penetrate through the fight and bomb the ISD. Trevor seemed occupied with the A-Wings tearing General squadron apart.

“Lead, this is 2. We have B-Wings making for the ISD.”

“I see them. All flights focus on those B-Wings. That ISD is our only ally.”

Jegora and Trevor were closest to the rebel bombers. Jegora and Trevor kicked their TIEs to full speed and headed for the B-Wings as one. The B-Wings had lost formation trying to get through the fight, so they found it fairly easy to get on the tail of the trailing bomber.

“Alright, let’s go,” Trevor said.

Jegora didn’t bother to acknowledge the order. He was to busy trying to dial the B-Wing in. For such a large ship it managed to avoid the target lock for quite a while. Finally Jegora managed to get a target lock. He depressed his lasers. Trevor had gone off chasing another of the B-Wings. Jegora was alone for the moment. His lasers raked the back of the B-Wing.

The pilot was no green rookie, however. He quickly spun his ship like only a B-Wing can, effectively throwing off Jegora’s targeting computer. Jegora dialed him in again. This time he flipped his lasers to linked fire. When he got the lock he depressed the trigger. Four laser bolts shot out of his ship simultaneously, quickly destroying the B-Wing’s shields.

The B-Wing managed to get out of the line of fire in time to save his ship. His engine had taken a nick from a stray bolt, however, and he was limping badly. Jegora had little problem getting in range to finish him off.

Just as he was about to depress the fire button for the last time four red laser bolts ripped past in front of his ship. One nicked his shields, throwing his ship into a mild spin. He managed to correct it, only to get shot at again.

He checked his radar and saw that he had a pair of X-Wings on his tail. The limping B-Wing was falling behind, and Jegora kept track of it long enough to see a shot from somewhere destroy it.

Jegora had bigger problems. He had strayed away from Trevor and had broken the primary rule of combat. But that didn’t matter now so much as the two large rebel ships shooting at him did.

Jegora threw his TIE into a crazy spin that the X-Wings simply couldn’t track. Even in the simulator Jegora was getting sick from the maneuver. He kept it up however until he was sufficient range from the large fighters, then straightened out and sped off.

“Er…Trevor?” Jegora said over the radio.

“Bit busy at the moment,” Nazgul 1 replied.

“Flip on your beacon. I need to get a position on you.”

Trevor complied and his blip lit up on Jegora’s display. Jegora made the adjustment and sped off. Trevor was entangled with a pair of A-Wings. Jegora acquired one of the A-Wings and flew straight towards it. The A-Wing never had a chance. Jegora fired as he flew, tearing the A-Wing apart.

“Good shot,” Trevor said.

“Uh-hu. I brought friends, too,” Jegora replied. He checked his radar. The X-Wing's that had been chasing him were still after him, and it appeared as if another had joined the chase.

There was a pause while Trevor checked his own radar.

“Aw hell,” Jegora heard him say.

Jegora smiled. This was about to get fun.

OOC:
659 words. Down to 11 B-Wings and 23 A-Wings, + whatever else is still alive. No more losses in either squadron.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 6:31:40 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Trevor did his best to shrug off the loss of Lucan, but realized that it left his flight down to only two pilots. They still had a total of ten though, so things wouldn’t be too bad. Except for the huge amount of enemies that just showed up. Trevor thought to himself somberly as he dodged a series of shots from an X-wing that looped past him and continued on into the fray around them. Trevor didn’t think about it all too long though, the new A-wing squadrons were destroying General Squadron faster then they could react, and he threw his fighter into the mess without really thinking about it.

He didn’t bother aiming or getting locks; he just lined up the A-wings and fired randomly, knowing that with this massive amount of ships in such a combined space he’d have to hit somebody. An explosion off to his right brought his spirits up a little bit. Two of the remaining General Squadron bombers had turned their combined firepower onto an X-wing that was making an attack run and shredded the nose. The X-wing started to cartwheel and tore into pieces as it went, showering his comrades with various chunks of metal that bounced harmlessly off of their hulls.

Jeg broke in over the comm. though, turning Trevor’s attention away from the slaughter of the bombers. “Lead, this is 2. We have B-Wings making for the ISD.”

“I see them. All flights focus on those B-Wings. That ISD is our only ally.” Trevor ordered. He spun his fighter on a dime and lurched forwards towards the B-wings that were making steady but slower progress towards the ISD. The B-wings were leading the two squadrons of Y-wings, but Trevor was less worried about those. These ones weren’t armed with turrets and Nazgul could mop them up rather quickly. Instead he was worried about the B-wings with their greater speed and increased amount of cannons. Cumbersome to fly, the B-wing consisted of a tubular cockpit attached to a rotating mono-wing, with a pair of winglets attached part way down. The weaponry on the oddball craft was not to be trifled with though.

Jeg was already challenging one of the widely spread out B-wings, and Trevor took to another. Before he could get close enough to get any shots off though, a pair of A-wings who had left General Squadron’s remains behind had found him and began lightly pelting his shields to drive him away from their bomber. The move worked and Trevor roared off to the side, his plan to put as much distance between him and the A-wings while at the same time leading them into the range of the ISD’s turbo lasers.

The plan didn’t work though, and he found himself beating on both A-wings a fair bit. His shields were in the red and threatening to blink out at every hit, but somehow they were withstanding the onslaught and keeping his fighter in one piece. Jeg radioed him something about turning on his beacon and he did so. A moment later he found himself accidentally flying through the explosion of one of the TIEs he had been chasing, skillfully destroyed by Jegora. Trevor fired off a final few shots at his A-wing and grinned as it tumbled through space before exploding. Jeg mentioned friends and Trevor sighed and swore, noticing a trio of X-wings who were after Jeg. Before he could even work on getting his cannons primed and aimed, a wall of green intercepted the X-wings.

The one on the outside of the formation who was nearest Trevor exploded instantly, causing his partner to cut hard in the other direction. This would have been an acceptable maneuver if his wingman had expected it, but alas, he didn’t. The two collided and bounced off each other, but not without becoming mortally wounded in the process. The left X-wing’s entire fuselage was torn open through to the cockpit, and the pilot died of asphyxiation within seconds. The other X-wing knocked both wings loose, as well as punching a whole in the fuel tank. Trevor then witnessed one of the coolest death’s he’d ever seen, especially for a simulation. The fuel was being sucked out of the tank into the vacuum of space, when one of the engines broke free from its mounts on the wing. It ignited the fuel, which burned for hardly any time at all in one single spot. It acted like a fuse, leading the flame into the fuel tank where it met a large enough supply of air to disintegrate the entire fighter in one explosion.

“Sorry we took so long, Nazgul Leader. This is Dragon Squadron. We launched from the ISD just in time, it would seem. We hope we can help.” Came a voice of the comm., and Trevor visually scanned for where it would have come from. He spotted the source of the green wall of fire, a squadron of TIE Avengers, totaling ten in all. Thank the Force, reinforcements.

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WC  841  Down to 11 B-wings, 22 A-wings, 32 X-wings and 24 Y-wings. We’ve got 10 Polar Squadron pilots, 10 Nazgul pilots, No General Squadron Bombers, and 10 Dragon Squadron Avangers.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 8:27:46 PM    View the profile of Castor 
Castor watched as 10 TIE Avengers came out of the ISD’s main docking bay. Castor marveled at the way they handled, the way they flew; it was truly beautiful to behold, and unfortunately for the B-Wing pilots, very deadly. The launch of the TIEs surprised the B-Wings, who were forced to break off the attack from the sudden burst of laser fire. They split off into groups of three a piece, sending Avengers and Interceptors in all directions. Castor looked at his radar and saw 6 Y-Wings coming in for some added support. Castor merely gritted his teeth and veered his Interceptor towards the group. They started to split off into two groups as well. As he was about to close in, he heard a buzz on his comm.

“Hey, this is Polar 4. Let me give you a hand. We’ll cut off two, then take ‘em out.”

“Gotcha. I’m ready when you are. Just give the signal.”

Castor waited for a few seconds as the Y-Wings came ever close into view. Then he heard the words he needed.

“Cut to starboard, now!”

Castor cut his fighter to the right, trailing the flight leader of the Y-Wings. He got a lock with his cannons and opened fire, raining death down on the pilot. The Y-Wing pilot pulled up rather quickly and started to try to turn around to open fire. Castor was counting on that until a small burst of blaster fire erupted from the top of the Y-Wing’s cockpit. Damnit, he has a copilot! Now I really have to work at this, Castor thought. He flipped under the blaster fire and rolled under the Y-Wing. He pulled up on his fighter, launching it upward. He then flipped back facing directly down on the Y-Wing.

Castor didn’t think about it; he simply opened fire, lighting up the bomber in a deadly light show. He pulled up at the last second, taking some blaster fire from the small turret, dodging laser blasts in the process from the main cannons. Castor then turned the fighter around in a hairpin turn, bringing his cannons right to the center of the Y-Wing. It was a game of chicken and Castor didn’t plan on losing. He opened fire, as did the Y-Wing. He rolled over the laser and blaster bolts, firing his own. After a few hits, the Y-Wing blew to pieces, scattering liquefied metal across the cosmos. He then heard a voice over his comm again. It was Polar Four.

“Good job kid. I got mine too. Now let’s get back to the main battle. That ISD is going to need all the help it can get.”

Castor hit full throttle and launched himself into the eye of the storm.

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WC 456. 11 B-Wings, 22 A-Wing, 32 X-Wings, 22 Y-Wings. still have 10 Polar , 10 Nazgul, 10 Dragon.
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 9:21:31 PM    View the profile of Jegora Fal 
Well I’ll be damned, the Polar Squadron pilot thought to himself. He was Polar 4. His wingman had been killed by those blasted X-Wings. Now he was flying randomly through the fire, trying not to get shot. He was alone, which is the one thing you don’t want to be in a giant fur ball like this.

No time to worry about that now, he thought to himself. Now it was time to fly. He quickly dived below cannon fire coming from his right, and pulled to avoid cannon fire from his left. At the same time he felt a shot bounce off his shield.

This was madness. There was nowhere he could go that he wouldn’t get hit. His radar threat warning went of just before he saw the X-Wing coming at him. He kicked his TIE into a roll, then pulled up sharply, avoiding the initial shots the X-Wing had shot at him.

Rolling and looping his ship at the same time, he ended up behind the X-Wing. Not for long though. Shots came from his right and forced him to go evasive. He pitched downwards sharply, directly into the path of an A-Wing. Firing blindly one of his shots clipped the engine of the rebel ship as it passed below him, not sixty meters away. As he shot he immediately pulled up, avoiding the spinning A-Wing as it tore itself apart.

The man was breathing hard now. Everywhere he turned he had a target. The rebel ships vastly outnumbered the imperial ships. He had no idea what to do. Then a fight caught his eye. Two interceptors were chasing down an X-Wing. He had no idea what squadron the interceptors belonged to, but they were hammering the X-Wing.

His threat warning went of again. This time it was missile. That was bad. He accelerated as much as possible and pulled some fancy maneuvers. Nothing worked. The missile stayed with him, inching closer. The TIE was fast, but not as fast as the rebel missile.

The pilot knew he only had one choice. He flew straight at a B-Wing. The B-Wing didn’t know what to do. He just kept flying. As the Polar Squadron pilot flew at the B-Wing from the side, the missile followed. At the last possible second, just before impact, the pilot cut his throttle, pulled up on the stick, and kicked his fighter back to speed.

From and observers viewpoint it appeared as if the TIE had just performed an instantaneous ninety degree pitch only meters from a B-Wing. To the trained eye it appeared as if the TIE pilot had gotten lucky as hell.

The trick worked, though. The missile locked on to the B-Wing instead of the Interceptor and blew the rebel bomber to small pieces. He heard several whoops over the comm. unit from the observers. It seemed as if he had picked up some fans.

He quickly scanned the fight and found an Imperial ship who didn’t have a wing mate. He couldn’t fly solo anymore, it was going to get him killed.

“This is Polar 4,” he said over the radio. “I’m on your wing.”

“Roger that, Polar 4,” came a voice.

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10 B-Wings, 21 A-Wings. Were making progress. No further Imperial losses. 534 words
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 5, 2007 11:16:46 PM    View the profile of Trevor Evenson 
Polar Seven was working over a NR X-wing from behind, to the best of his AI ability. The Polar Squadron pilot was caught up in an intense firefight that most of Polar Squadron was involved in, including his wing mate, Polar Six. As Polar Seven, it was his job to stick tight to his wingman and not let him get killed, but right now he wasn’t doing too well on that. The X-wing he was hammering on was giving his wing mate a good beating.

“Alright, that’s it.” The AI voice said to itself, having been programmed to speak random ‘flight chatter’ to make the simulations seem more realistic. Missiles were selected over laser cannons, and the AI pilot was doing its best to stay behind its target. It finally held out for long enough and confirmed aloud that he had a lock. The X-wing broke from his partner to try to escape, but if a TIE couldn’t outrun a missile, an X-wing wouldn’t stand a chance.

In a burst of energy that shook the TIE slightly, a streak of blue shot out from the lower section of the craft. The blue light shot off after the X-wing, catching up slowly and finally making contact with the rear end of the fighter when the pilot braked hard to attempt a tricky maneuver. Had he kept his speed he might have been able to keep ahead of the missile long enough for it to run out of fuel, but that just wasn’t how the chase was supposed to end.

“Six, are you alright?” Polar Seven asked his wing mate, who didn’t reply. It was then that the AI got a visual on the TIE, continuing on a terrifyingly straight path out of the battle and towards the surface of the ISD.

The shaking the fighter had been through had caused the sim program to decide that Polar Six’s pilot would have been killed or knocked out cold, and thus had no control of the fighter. The fact that he wasn’t turning away from the ISD only confirmed any suspicions to the situation. Seven turned his fighter and left the scene, searching for another opponent.  The second it had taken the Polar Squadron pilot to turn around was too much though, and Polar Seven’s craft was broad sided by a Y-wing attempting to flee another TIE.

Polar Seven’s fighter was shaved right in half and burst into flames, while the Y-wing buckled in the middle and snapped an engine pylon, sending the damaged craft into an uncontrollable spin; if the pilots had even survived to be able to attempt controlling the craft. Unfortunately for an A-wing pilot, the severed engine acted like a torpedo that didn’t set off any warnings. Because he couldn’t hear it coming and had no indication of what was happening, the engine hurtled into and through the fuselage of his craft, causing it to break apart.

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WC 577  we’re down to 8 Polar Squadron Fighters, 10 B-wings, 21 Y-wings, 20 A-wings, 31 X-wings, 10 Nazgul pilots, 8 Polar Squadron pilots, 10 Dragon pilots
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  RE: Nazgul Squadron: Last Man Standing
December 6, 2007 11:42:01 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
Explosions rocked the space all around Max’s TIE Interceptor. Hoping his shields would hold out, he barreled into an incoming formation of X-Wings, laser firing at full capacity. He was sure he hit several of them dead on, but the Republic fighters’ shields managed to absorb his hits and he shot past them without registering a single kill.
  Uh-oh. Looks like I pissed them off. All four X-Wings were beginning to turn around, hot on his tail. He hit a switch, throwing most of his shielding toward the rear, and hoped he could outrun them until he could get some help.

  “Nazgul Nine here, I could use a little help. Eleven, Twelve, where are you?”

  “Coming, Flight,” Castor responded. “Bringing some help, too.”

  Max looked down at the HUD and noticed that Castor had picked up a friend. One of Polar Squadron’s TIE Interceptors was flying on the Senior Crewman’s wing. Kaz was with them, too. I just hope they make it in time.

  As soon as he had finished the thought, laser bolts began to pelt the aft of his ship. He slammed the flight stick to the left, then immediately back to the right, hoping to juke away from anymore fire, but it was going to be tricky. The four X-Wings had spread out and were shooting in such a way that it was going to be impossible to avoid all of their shots for much longer. He cut his engines to half power and slammed the flight stick down, hoping they’d overshoot him. Two of them did.
  The other two managed to match his maneuver perfectly, and he cursed their commensurate precision as they fired off a salvo of shots. Warning lights flashed throughout his cockpit as his shields failed. Swearing out loud, he punched his engines back to full and yanked up on the flight stick, hoping that his wingmen were somewhere out there.

  “I’ve got your six,” Castor announced, and Max breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Nazgul Eleven’s TIE Interceptor dive into the fray. The two X-Wings on Max’s tail split in opposite directions to avoid Castor’s fire; he veered left after one of them while the Polar Squadron pilot went after the other.

  “Twelve, form up on my wing. We’re going after those other two.” Max hoped his voice sounded more confident than he felt. Engaging two X-Wings head on with no shields wasn’t exactly his brightest idea ever. He flipped a couple of switches, desperately trying to get his shields back on.

  “I’m with you, Nine,” Kaz responded. “Want me to take point?”

  “I’d very much appreciate it,” Max mumbled, upset that he was having to let the newbie have all the fun. Trying not to let it get the best of him, he fell in a little behind Kaz and tried to get a visual on the two X-Wings that had overshot him a few moments before. Nothing. Where are they? He began to scan his radar, hoping he’d find them before they found him…

  “Incoming!” Kaz yelled. Red lasers began flying all around them, and Max instinctively broke away to the left, away from the source of the fire. He managed to escape unscathed, but Viper Twelve was not so lucky. A few of the bolts hit their mark.

  “Damn, there go my shields,” Kaz reported.

  “We’re on our way, guys,” Castor’s voice cut in. “Hang in there!”

  “Doing our best,” Max replied. “Evasive maneuvers, Twelve. Just try to stay alive until you get your shield back online!” It’s what I’m doing…

  “Roger that, Flight Leader.”

  A quick glance at his monitors showed that Castor and the Polar TIE had managed to take out their two X-Wings and were now closing in on Max and Kaz’s position. But the monitors showed something else, too: another flight of X-Wings coming in to reinforce their buddies.

  “Guys, we’ve got four more X-Wings on the way,” Max announced. “If there’s anyone out there that can give us some help, I’d really appreciate,” he added for good measure.

  “Flight Two’s kind of busy at the moment, Nine.” That was Rogue.

  “Sorry, Nine, but we’re too far away to do you any good,” Trevor answered.

  Great. “Polar Squadron? Dragon Squadron?” Max felt very silly asking their computer-controlled allies for help, but then again, maybe he’d get lucky.
  Silence.

  “Guess they’re busy, too, huh?” Kaz asked.

  “Yeah, guess so.” Well, it was worth a shot.

  Max was still trying to outmaneuver the X-Wing behind him. Castor had come up behind them, but he couldn’t seem to get a clear shot on the target. Much of the same was going on nearby, where Kaz was doing his best to evade fire while the Polar Squadron TIE tried to pick off his pursuer.
  And then the other four X-Wings closed into firing range.
 
    “Missile lock, missile lock!” Kaz screamed into the comm.

  “Evasive maneuvers! Get your countermeasures ready!”

  “I’m already doing evasive maneuvers,” Kaz snapped.

  “Cut the cheek, Twelve.”
  “They’ve fired torpedoes,” Castor proclaimed.

  For a few tense moments, the comm was silent as the pilots each tried his best to evade the speedy projectiles. The TIE Interceptors normally wouldn’t have had much trouble getting away from proton torpedoes, but not only did each pilot have a pair of torpedoes trailing after him, they were having to deal with incoming fire from the six Republic starfighters.
  The silence was broken by a grim announcement.
 
  “I’ve lost Polar Four,” Castor said, sounding audibly shaken by the loss of his simulated wingman.

  “Well, at least I think I’m home fre–” Kaz never got to finish his sentence. While he had evaded the X-Wings’ torpedoes, he didn’t manage to get away from their lasers. A trio of dark red bolts sliced through his cockpit, wrenching his interceptor apart.

  “Dammit, Nine, what’s going on over there?” Trevor asked.

  “Lost Polar Four; lost Nazgul Twelve, sir. We could really use a hand over here…”

 
 
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994 words. VE Forces: 8 Nazgul TIE Interceptors, 7 Polar TIE Interceptors, and 10 Dragon TIE Avengers. NR Forces: 10 B-Wings, 21 Y-Wings, 20 A-Wings, and 29 X-Wings.
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