Rogue was still hadn't found the other E-wing that took out Rutian. That guy was still out there. But in the mean time, he had managed to nail yet another Y-wing and he was now working on another X-wing. He had lost count of exactly how many kills he had, but it didn't matter. The waves of holographic Rebel fighters just didn't seem to end.

One series then another, and finally a third, and the X-wing's shields gave, and the engines detonating. Rogue rolled his fighter to avoid the explosion and debris cloud, then started looking for another target. But suddenly, he noticed something other than the swirl of a dogfight on the sensors. A large number of the Rebel fighters were starting to pull out of the fight.

And everyone was a Y-wing or B-wing. Bombers. That meant only one thing. Somewhere in this fight there was a VE cap ship left, and it was about to die.  So that meant there was only one thing for him to do. He slammed the yoke hard over, stomped on the rudder peddle and sent the Interceptor spinning after the bombers.

It was going to be a tail chase since the bombers had a head start. But there wasn't a Y-wing or B-wing ever built that could ever out run an Interceptor at max throttle. He again played with the power settings, sending extra power to the engines from the lasers and shields.  After that, according to the readout, his speed was up to 135 MGLT.  Only an A-wing doing the same power dumping would be able to catch him.

They had us numbered over 3 to 1. But they suddenly pulled out instead of finishing us. Only an AI would do. They have programed to kill all the cap ships first. Its the only thing that makes since.

While he raced after them, out running any one trying to pursue him, he used one hand to try and adjust the focus and gain on his sensors. He fiddle with the knobs, trying to adjust it to get a clear reading, but all he could get was blips. At least one ship with a VE transponder was still out there in the distance.

“Five to Squadron. The bombers are breaking off to go after a bigger target. And I'm reading one last VE ship out there. I'm already in pursuit. But you guys might want to come along too.” Rogue sent over the radio.

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WC: 424.Minus 1 Y-wing and 1 X-wing.

Trevor picked up on Rogue’s message and checked his radar. Sure enough, there was a storm of red dots leaving the dogfight, headed off in a direction towards something Trevor couldn’t quite tell. He checked his tail to make sure no one was following him then radioed Jeg.

“Let’s get out of here, we’re probably better off running for it and trying to save that VE ship. Might as well go down defending something instead of just randomly dog fighting.” Trevor said, dodging a pair of blasts from some of the still functioning guns on the Nebulon B.

Jeg nodded as he replied. “You bet. Who knows, maybe we’ll be able to get a hand from that ship too.” He said to Trevor as the two pilots turned their fighters away from the battle at hand to join up with the group of pilots who were heading after the B-wings and Y-wings. So far, Dragon squadron hadn’t joined up with them, and Trevor was about to request their assistance when he realized what they were doing. The AI squadron was programmed to provide a distraction, allowing Nazgul to escape without being noticed by the A-wings, X-wings and E-wings.

If they were real, I’d call them brave sons of bitches. Because they aren’t, I’m going to thank the programmers. Trevor thought to himself with a bit of a smirk on his face. He soon had caught up with Castor and Casca, but Rogue was leaving them in the distance. Good thing he caught this, we might have never found a way out of that mess. Trevor thought to himself. “Come on boys, let’s clean up these bombers.”

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WC 280

A huge formation of Y-Wings and X-Wings cut in on Trevor, Casca, and Castor from the side as they attempted to catch up to Rogue. Lasers began to fly everywhere, and it was all they could do to avoid being torn to shreds. Castor winced as he watched his shields drop from green to yellow, and then from yellow to red.

  "I'm taking serious fire over here, Nazgul One," he called out.

  "I think we're all in a little trouble," came Trevor's reply. "Five, get your ass back here and give us some cover!"

  "Be there as soon as I can," Rogue answered.

  "Two, where are you?"

  "About a click behind you, One," came Jegora's response. "I got tangled up with some A-Wings, but we're on our way now."

  "We?" Casca asked.

  "I've got most of Dragon Squadron with me. Just hang in there, everyone!"

  Castor's spirits lifted slightly. Nazgul and Dragon Squadrons were heavily - heavily - outnumbered, but if they could all get together maybe there was some way they could win this thing. He didn't have much more time to think about what they could do to win, though, because he was having to give almost all of his focus to the task at hand - evading the X- and Y-Wings' laser fire.
  And then, there they were. TIE Avengers streaked past him, their lasers firing. He couldn't help put grin as a pair of Y-Wings exploded in front of him.
    He opened his mouth to congratulate the Dragon pilots, then thought better of it. Wouldn't do any good to congratulate a simulation, I guess...

  "This is the opportunity we were waiting for," Trevor announced. "All Nazgul pilots, form up on me. We're gonna trail in behind Dragon Squadron and pick up their leftovers."

  "Roger that, NazgulOne," Casca replied. "I'm -"

  Nazgul Eight didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Red lasers sliced his TIE Interceptor's right solar panel off, and his ship spun wildly out of control. A few seconds later a Republic X-Wing swooped in and finished off the job.

  "Dammit!" Jegora swore out loud over the comm. "We just lost, Eight."

  "I saw it, Two," Trevor replied. "Stick with the plan - everyone form up on me."

  Castor frowned, but did as ordered. He wanted to go after the X-Wing and get revenge for Casca, but he knew obeying his squadron commander was more important. Hopefully one of them would be able to vape the bastard later on...

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  The tall officer with the dark aura on board the Atrus smiled slightly. Nazgul Squadron was down to only four pilots, which meant it was almost time for him to take a more ... active ... role in the training exercise.
 
  He motioned the pretty young lieutenant over. "Lieutenant, I'm going to leave the bridge in your capable hands for a moment."

  "Sir?" she asked, obviously surprised.

  "I'm sure you'll keep everything under control."

  "But ... but where are you going?"

  "Why, the same place as the Admiral did. I'm going to take place in the simulation."

  She nodded, regaining her composure. "Yes, sir. It's an honor."
 
  "Be back shortly." He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and headed for the simulators. She seemed slightly unnerved by the whole thing, and he was not surprised. Years ago, he might have been considered charming, dashing, handsome - and more. But time ... and certain events ... had changed all that. Putting those thoughts aside, he began to focus on the task at hand.

  Nazguls, I'm coming for you. Hope you're ready.

 

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4 Nazgul, 7 Dragons VS 14 X-Wings, 9 A-Wings, 6 B-Wings, 2 E-Wings, and 11 Y-Wings. Happy hunting!

Trevor threw his shielding to the side that the new attack was coming from, hoping the rest of his squadron did the same. To his dismay he saw Casca’s ship explode when it got shredded by a series of shots from some of the new X-wings, but he was the squadron’s only loss from the new attack. Trevor was getting frustrated with the amount of fighters that were now swarming his squadron, wanting to desperately get out of the dog fighting for five minutes or so.

Well, we could always ditch this group to Dragon and try to catch up to Rogue. I guess it doesn’t matter if he turns back to give us a hand or not, a single fighter isn’t going to turn the outcome of this swarm. Trevor thought to himself grimly as he noted that Rogue’s blip on the radar wasn’t turning back, but instead shooting past the other Y-wings and B-wings.

“Alright, Nazgul Squadron. Let’s leave these to Dragon and hope for the best, we need to get up and help save those ships that the B-wings and Y-wings are chasing. Disengage whoever you’re tangled up with and let’s go.” Trevor ordered, cutting hard in the opposite direction the X-wing he was tailing was flying and looping himself around the smaller dogfight to head after the Y-wing squadron still headed for the VE ships.

“Rogue, what’re you up to anyways?” Trevor asked, noticing that the dot on his radar that represented Rogue was still fleeing.

“Going to check out what it is we’re trying to save.” Rogue explained, and Trevor left it at that. I hope whatever it is, it can give us some help. Trevor thought to himself as the rest of Nazgul formed up on him, Dragon squadron doing their best to slow the X-wings and other Rebel ships from following.

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WC 312  4 Nazgul, 7 Dragons VS 14 X-Wings, 9 A-Wings, 6 B-Wings, 2 E-Wings, and 9 Y-Wings.

Trevor heard Rogue’s comment over the comm. and had to check his ears to make sure he had heard correctly. Corellian ships were fairly strong and definitely going to give them a hand. Trevor could see the Y-wings in the distance all get wiped out, but had a sick feeling in his gut that someone out there was probably just trying to get their hopes up that this would be some sort of savior. Nazgul was getting lightly pelted from behind but so far none of the X-wings or Y-wings were able to catch up. Trevor blinked as an A-wing ripped past him and he tried to get a lock but failed.

The A-wing was completely hauling, and Trevor dumped some of his power from his cannons to his engines to catch up. He was still losing ground though, and the A-wing could be seen flying in a style that indicated it was attempting to get a lock on Rogue. Trevor saw Rogue’s fighter whip around in the far off distance and fly back towards the A-wing. Assuming Rogue had used a similar power control as the A-wing to gain all his extra speed, Trevor figured both ships had a very small amount of shielding, if any, and very low cannon levels.

The battle was on as the A-wing got within shooting range, trying to open up on Rogue’s fighter, having abandoned or lost the missile lock. Rogue’s fighter twisted and spun around, evading all the shots the A-wing could muster. The dance was incredible to watch from a distance, and Trevor knew it was as dangerous as it was beautiful. Rogue was close to being eliminated though, and Trevor didn’t want that to happen.

Slowly her saw the tide of the fight turning though, as Rogue managed to perform some fancy maneuvers and trip up the increased AI of the A-wing. He got behind it and opened fire without aiming, correcting his shots as he went. Finally he struck home enough times and Trevor confirmed the kill.

“Good one Rogue, now lets see how we handle these NR bastards with a few helpful ships on our side.” Trevor said, his voice seeming empowered by the excitement he was feeling.

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WC 370  Down another A-wing.

Jegora spun his TIE around. An X-Wing was flying off to his starboard, and he thought that now might be a good time to blow it up. The simulation was reaching impossible odds but at this point Jegora didn’t really care. For him it was a race against time to see how many of the NR ships he could blow up.

Firing with his cannons on stutter got the X’s attention. It spun around and flew right at Jegora, a move that he wasn’t really expecting. He threw his ship into a roll and banked away from the X-Wing. A head on confrontation was not what he had in mind.

As he rolled away another X-Wing came in from behind, firing. Jegora rolled away again, barely avoiding the cannon fire. Now both X-Wings were on his tail. Jegora smiled to himself. This was getting interesting.

Attempting a move for what seemed like the thousandth time in this simulation, Jegora slammed on the brakes. It didn’t work quite so well this time, though. Programmers must have made some adjustments, Jegora thought to himself.

Instead of over shooting Jegora like they were supposed to, the X-Wings simple peeled off in opposite directions. Jegora was dumfounded. He couldn’t figure out what the maneuver did for the X-Wings, but he knew it had to be advantageous for the NR ships. He quickly throttled up and sped off.

Before long the X-Wings were back on his tail, firing with all of their lasers. It was a miracle Jegora didn’t get blown out of the sky. He was, however, taking hits. A bolt had completely drained his rear shields and his right solar panel had taken a glancing shot.

“Uh, this is 2. I could use some assistance,” he said over the radio.

Then he started to pray.

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302 words. Same hostile count/friendly count.

Finally Nazgul Squadron, what was left of it, had gotten back alongside Rogue. This was partially because Rogue had flown back to them to help out with the fighters, but also because when he had finally reached the support ships he had stopped advancing. Trevor’s guess had been right; the support ships were no longer firing missiles at the advancing group of NR fighters. Once they had reached the range of the ship’s guns though, a firefight broke out once more.

Glad those are on our side though, but they aren’t really doing much. Trevor thought to himself as he noted that the support ships seemed to be missing more often then not. He shrugged and put both hands back on the control yoke, turning back into the battle going on near him. Dragon squadron and Nazgul squadron were working closely together to destroy various fighters, and doing a rapid job of it to.

Trevor spotted one of the E-wings straggling around, having been damaged at some earlier point in the battle. He didn’t even bother trying to sneak around it, just counted on it having no shielding and not being able to react quickly. He squeezed the cannon off in stutter fire, grinning when he noted that the E-wing didn’t have any shields. It began to return far, but far too late. It had gotten off a small salvo of shots that weakened Trevor’s shields to 50% before it was blown apart by the devastating green bolts of the TIE Interceptor.

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WC 254  4 Nazgul, 7 Dragons VS 13 X-Wings, 7 A-Wings, 6 B-Wings, 1 E-Wings, and 8 Y-Wings.

Trevor had given up on the battle going on with the other snub fighters. It was annoying him to no end how he’d just pick one target after destroying the last. He blasted past Rogue and his group of unflinching Y-wings, bringing his cannons to bear on the B-wings that were leading the group. The Y-wings behind him were taking the occasional shot but none seemed to hit him very hard, and he felt that if the difficulty had been eased up, he didn’t know why. Something much more difficult must have been coming up soon.

He attempted to get a lock on the rear of one of the B-wings, but for some reason found his targeting computer to be malfunctioning. It wouldn’t adjust no matter how he twisted the targeting knobs, meaning that he must have been right about something harder coming up. The targeting computers had been knocked out, and other things might still be coming their way.

“Guys, anyone else having a targeting computer working?” Trevor asked, tapping his monitor sharply incase the screen had frozen. When it did nothing but fuzz and unfuzz as he smacked it, he began to feel that it had in fact frozen.

“I’ve got none either, commander. I think it’s our newest challenge, to kick some ass without targeting systems.” Castor said with a grin that Trevor couldn’t see. The new challenge was definitely going to make things harder. We jut can’t get a break in this, can we. Trevor thought to himself.

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WC 254 No kill count changes.

"Nice shooting, boys. We got ours, too. Now let's go back and help out the Dragons," Trevor directed.

Castor smiled to himself. There were only four Nazgul pilots left, but with the timely arrival of the Corellian-made Imperial ships, they still had a fighting chance in this thing.

And then all hell broke loose.

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Rogue was still smiling, appreciating his handiwork in taking out that B-Wing, when it happened. His TIE Interceptor was rocked with green laser fire. Wait a second - green?

"What the hell?" Jegora shouted over the comm. "Where's that fire coming from?"

Oh no, Rogue thought. He was dumbfounded. If he wasn't seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it. But...

"Nazgul One, we're in trouble. Looks like Dragon Squadron has turned traitor."

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"Sythspawn!" Trevor cursed, not caring who heard him now. TIE Avengers were flying all over the place in front of him, and it was all he could do to avoid their laser fire. He grimaced as he watched his shield indicator light begin to change colors. There's no way we can get away from these guys ... we just can't match their speed or maneuverability.

"What the frak is going on, One?" Castor asked.

"Just another part of this slagged simulation, Eleven," Trevor responded. "I guess whoever's running the show thought we were getting a little too comfortable?"

"Comfortable?" Rogue's voice was tight with concentration. "Those Corellian ships have switched sides, too, One. They're pounding the fleet."

Trevor tried not to look as an Imperial Star Destroyer began to break apart in the distance. "We can't worry about that right now, Five. We've just got to try and stay alive."

"How?" Petty Officer Fal was audibly upset. "We can't outmaneuver these TIE Avengers much longer, One."

"He's right, Lead. I hate to say, but I'm getting rocked over here."

"Just hang in there, guys ... I'll ... I'll think of something," Trevor blurted out. But what?

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I'm editing this to give Castor a chance to write his own epic, noble death.

Castor saw the A-Wings coming, and he was ready. He opened fire with his cannons, but the A-Wing merely dodged. He broke off at the same time that Rogue did, waiting until the A-Wing was in the center of the window before opening fire. But the AI of this particular enemy was quite high, and dodged around his bolts without a second glance. The A-Wing turned around and opened fire with its cannons again, shedding away Castor’s shields. Castor swore as he pulled hard to starboard to avoid the cannon barrage. He watched as some red bolts flew around his field of vision, going off aimlessly into space. He went into a tight spin to try and throw the A-Wing off, and it worked for a time. He managed to let the A-Wing pass him enough to get in some good hits to its aft shields, watching as little blue blips brought his enemy that much closer to death. Castor looked at his shield; they were only about 50 percent alive.

The dogfight was now becoming desperate. Castor’s spins were working, but he couldn’t get a good enough shot to really bring him down. Soon enough, the A-Wing was on top of him again, hitting his aft shields with laser fire. Castor juked left and right to avoid the blasts of fire, and he managed to throw off some of them. Then Castor had an idea: He hit his breaks, stopping the Interceptor in mid-flight. The A-Wing overshot Castor and he opened fire, not stopping until he got a kill. And the kill came in the form of a massive fireball. Castor gave a silent victory, and it soon ended when Castor looked at his HUD: the A-Wing pulled the ace with a missile lock. Castor merely stared out as the white-hot projectile came towards him, and he smiled. Well, this was fun, were Castor’s final thoughts as the missile slammed into his TIE, blasting him into oblivion.

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WC 328. This is my final post, and with it I took out an A-Wing. Have fun guys. Win it for Nazgul!

Jegora watched as the missile streaked towards Castor. Nazgul Squadron was down to three members, and had no allies that could help them out. To make matter worse TIE Avengers were now attacking them, along with several dozen NR ships. Jegora felt like kicking something.

It was bad enough that Castor had been killed, and that Nazgul was down to three pilots, but now they were turning an already doomed situation into a blood bath. The fact that Dragon squadron had turned on them made the situation so crazy that Jegora almost had to laugh. Except that he was too focused on avoiding the cannon fire, both green and red, to laugh.

At the moment Rogue was by himself on the edge of the battle. He was hanging in there, but Jegora knew that if the three pilots were to have any chance at all they had to group up. His theory was soon proved correct with the arrival of Trevor’s voice in his helmet.

“Alright 2, lets go help Rogue out,” Trevor’s voice said.

“Roger that Lead,” Jegora replied.

There was a lot of space and a lot of enemies between Jegora and Rogue, and Jegora knew that it was going to be an interesting journey. Together Trevor and Jegora kicked their TIEs into full throttle and made to cut right through the center of the NR ships. There only hope was to go bold, and hit hard.

“Alright Jegora, were going in hard and fast. Let’s blaze a trail.” Trevor sounded eager to dust some more ships.

Jegora was more than willing to participate. He followed Trevor into the fray, full speed and guns blazing. They caught an X-Wing loitering around and quickly blew it to bits. Jegora let out a tight smile in the simulator cockpit.

“TIE Avenger, 1 o’clock,” Trevor said. “Let’s take him.”

Jegora didn’t bother to acknowledge the order. He adjusted course slightly, and targeted the Avenger. It would seem as if the Avenger was inspecting a wreck of one of the TIE Interceptors.

Odd behavior for an AI unit, Jegora thought to himself.

He didn’t ponder it long, though. The combined linked laser fire of Trevor’s and Jegora’s cannons quickly put an end to the inspection. But now the NR ships and the Avengers were swarming them. And the two pilots still had a little over halfway to go before they reached Rogue.

Things were getting interesting.

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404 words. Minus one X-Wing and an Avenger. Hope this ties things together.

Trevor couldn’t believe it when he saw green cannon fire headed towards him. He couldn’t dodge the original burst but had time to roll out of the way of the other stuff. The surprise change of sides for the TIE Avengers was frustrating, but definitely not something he could honestly say was ‘surprising’. He was expecting a huge change sooner or later, and now was later.

The plan was to join up with Rogue and create a flight of three, allowing them to provide themselves with the best chance of survival. To Trevor’s dismay though, every one of the remaining twenty-six fighters was after one of the three pilots. If the battle lasted another five minutes, Trevor would be seriously impressed. He snapped off a series of shots t the final E-wing in the battle, hardly able to believe his luck when the craft broke apart and a chunk of the hull crashed through the shielding and into the cockpit of an X-wing attempting to gain ground on the TIE Interceptors.

“This is going to be pretty damn crazy, Jeg. Well, even with this being a sim, I’ve always wanted to say it. Live fast, die hard. Let’s save Rogue.” Trevor said, a grin spreading inexplicably across his face. The distance between them and the fighter that was Rogue’s was still huge, but Trevor had a feeling they might at least be able to form up together. The Corellian ships were nothing to worry about yet because they couldn’t seem to hit anything anyways, but the chance that they still had missiles was unnerving. It was going to be an incredibly long, short battle.

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WC 274 Down another X-wing and the final E-wing.

Jegora cringed as a bolt rocked his TIE. They were just about half way through the enemy ships, but they were getting swarmed big time by the NR ships and the renegade Avengers. Jegora was pulling crazy maneuvers just to remain unharmed. He was also making himself sick.

Jegora lined up an X-Wing that was in his path. He threw his ship into a wild roll, making him almost impossible to hit. It also made it impossible to hit anything. It did, however, create a giant vortex of green lasers that scared off most of the AI. In their path.

Jegora’s threat alarm went off. He was being tailed by one of the Avengers. He couldn’t out maneuver the Avenger, and he couldn’t outrun it. He would just have to try and not get shot.

“Lead, this is 2, I got a TIE/A on my tail,” Jegora said after a minute.

There was a pause while Trevor checked his radar. “I see em. Hold on, I’m gonna try something.”

With no further ado Trevor cut his throttle to nil. Jegora flew past, along with the TIE/A that was chasing him. Trevor sped up, and was now behind the traitorous Avenger. After a few seconds Jegora pulled up sharply and Trevor ripped the renegade fighter apart with his lasers.

“Nice shot-” Jegora began. He was interrupted by laser fire coming right at him. He didn’t even have time to get a targeting lock. An X-Wing was flying right for him, guns blazing. Quickly he depressed his fire trigger, sending green lasers lancing towards the heavy NR fighter.

The X-Wing’s shields absorbed most of it, but a few bolts got through and ripped one of the wings off. The X-Wing went into an uncontrolled spin, crashing into another X-Wing. Jegora smiled to himself. It looked like he still had some luck

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309 Words. Minus one Avenger and 2 X-Wings. Total of 5 Avengers, 9 X-Wings, 5 A-Wings, 2 B-Wings.

Jegora cursed to himself. He had two X-Wings on his tail, and he had just executed a maneuver that had no apparent affect on them. He heard Trevor ask for some assistance, and Jegora vaguely remembered saying no can do. That stuff didn’t seem very important as laser bolts flew past his TIE.

Jegora was desperate. He pulled a three hundred and sixty degree turn, facing both X-Wings. He knew what he was doing was suicide, but the whole simulation was suicide. He quickly let loose with his laser cannons, clipping the shields of one of the X’s.

After successfully evading the X-Wings, he turned to see if he could help Trevor out. The commander seemed to have it under control, however. Jegora turned his ship back to where Rogue was going crazy with his TIE and pressed the throttle forward.

It was going to be a tight race. If Jegora and Trevor could get there before Rogue was swarmed by the NR ships and the TIE Avengers then they might, they just might have a sliver of a chance. If not...well, things were looking bleak already.

Jegora saw a lone A-Wing out of the corner of his eye and made a split second decision. He jerked his fighter towards the lone NR ship and locked on. The A-Wing seemed to be trying to decide between going after Rogue or intercepting Jegora and Trevor. Jegora ended the AI’s debate with a quad linked laser blast. The blast tore the shields apart and blew the A-Wing into space dust.

“Nice shooting, 2” Trevor said.

Jegora acknowledged the compliment and pushed on.

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Words:272. Minus an A-Wing.

Jegora was happy to be back in some semblance of a flight. The three pilots could now support one another, making them much more lethal. Because all they had to rely on was their speed, they had to move fast and stay sharp. Jegora was starting to get tired of the simulation.

As soon as the three pilots had rejoined they dove back into the fight. They realized that their only chance was to attack as aggressively as possible. Jegora flew beside Trevor in formation as they targeted another X-Wing. The X-Wing pilot was good, but under the combined fire of all three TIEs he didn’t last very long.

Jegora’s threat warning went off. The TIEs had broken away during the chase. The only ships fast enough to keep up with them, a trio of A-Wings, was now hot on their tail. Jegora opened a link to the flight and reported the aggressors.

“This is 2. We have three A-Wing profiles coming up aft,” he said.

“Roger that,” Rogue said.

“I see them 2,” responded Trevor.

Jegora waited for one of the more senior officers to make a decision. He was still new to the Navy, and his tactical experience was limited. As shots flew past his ship, he hoped they would make a decision soon.

“Alright, let’s pull a 360,” Trevor said.

Jegora grinned. It was a classic interceptor move. Slam on the brakes, spin around 180 degrees, shoot, spin another 180 degrees, chase whatever was still left. Jegora rested his hand on his throttle, waiting for the order.

“Now!” Trevor said.

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263 words. Splash an X-Wing. Bogey count is: 5 Avengers, 6 X-Wings, 4 A-Wings.