On Trevor's command, all three Interceptors hit the brakes, and snapped up into reversing rolls. As if by magic, but really just by training, all three rolled out, still in formation and opened fire. Quad linked lasers spat out as fast as the lasers could cycle. Each pilot counted to ten, then snapped into another roll and went to max throttle as they rolled out.

At the range they were at, and the rate of closer, the A-wings didn't have a lot of time to avoid the lasers. The leader and one wingman sped right into the laser bolts. Their shields glowed brilliant red, then failed until the strain. Bolts hit the hulls and both went up in the explosion of warheads and fuel detonating. The third A-wing hanging slightly back tried to avoid the same fate as the other two, and he almost made it.  It raced through the storm of laser bolts and just kept on going. Straight off into oblivion Rogue saw out the rear view port. But it wasn't like Rogue, Trev or Jeg had much time to watch and gloat. They were racing to open the range so they could reengage on their terms.

But the remaining Dragon's in the Avengers were vectoring to stop them. Two were arching in from port, while the other three were arching in from starboard.

“Dragons on both sides guys!” Rogue called out to the others. With only three of them left, the heck with official or even normal com procedure.

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WC: 254 Scratch 3 A-wings.

The TIE Avengers that were storming down on Nazgul squadron reacted fast enough to save their own skins from the shredding machine that was the final members of Nazgul. The TIE/As broke off away from each other and sped off in different directions, getting away mostly with shielding or minor hull damage. Trevor was tempted to begin chasing the trio of remaining traitors when a threat indicator went off in his cockpit. When they had wheeled around a pair of X-wings had taken advantage of the situation, sneaking behind the TIE/Is and getting missile locks on Trevor and Rogue. The two pilots reacted instinctively, yanking towards themselves with the control yoke, or jamming it away from themselves.

Trevor’s goal was to either make the missile hit some other target or to make it run out of fuel, whichever he could accomplish first. With the fact that the enemy fighters were decreasing in number, he decided that running the missile out of fuel would be his best approach. He performed some twisting moves at top speed, trying to run down the missile without letting it catch up to him. He knew that if it came down to a straight-line race, the missile would have him quickly. If he could make it have to twist and turn and lose some speed or ground in the process, he could make his survival longer.

After a short series of twisting and turning and avoiding collisions between other fighters, he managed to end the missile warning alarm going off in his fighter. Checking back over his shoulder, he noticed that the missile had slowed in its chase and was no floating lifelessly in the void. I pity the pilot who misses that and plows into it.

“Alright Nazgul, group up again.”

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“Careful Jeg. We need to give Rogue a hand but if he’s caught up with that gunship we might be smarter to stay away and stop any fighters from getting to him.” Trevor suggested, turning his fighter to cut off a pair of X-wings that were headed to help the gunship cut up Rogue. Jeg complied and followed Trevor’s lead, the pair of interceptors zooming across the clear space between themselves and the X-wings. Trevor fired off a volley of shots aimed well ahead of the X-wings in order to get them to change their course, and it worked.

This time rather, they were bearing down right on Jeg and Trevor, guns blazing. Trevor’s shields popped for the first time in the simulation as he cut downwards and away from the fire. Jeg’s held out better as he pulled upwards and came back down, performing a reverse loop, where the pilot flies forwards over his targets and loops around under them, and coming up behind and below the X-wings.

Neither of them noticed, both of them beginning to tail after Trevor’s wounded fighter. Jeg’s relentless pounding on one of the X-wings paid off though, when it burst into flame. Debris scattered onto his wingman but didn’t do any serious damage to the second fighter. Trevor whistled into his comm. unit but didn’t stop his dive, hopping desperately to be able to pull away from the X-wing before it could shoot at him. His plan worked, although not in the way he expected. When Jeg had blown up his wingman, the X-wing pulled off and away from the two pilots, going to regroup with another wingman.

“Good shooting, Jeg.” Trevor complimented him as they formed up for the millionth time and headed back to give Rogue some support.

Rogue was still dipping and diving around the gun ship’s shots, narrowly avoiding a few of them and still more of them bouncing off his shields. Finally the shielding blinked out, but by that point Rogue had managed to clear himself of the gun ship’s range and was rocketing towards Trevor and Jegora. Trevor grinned, glad to see one of his top three pilots in the simulation was still alive and well, although possibly limping onwards. The squadron formed up once more and turned to face their more threatening enemy at the moment, the squadron of A-wings, X-wings and Avengers.

It was a weird sight for Trevor to see the remains of Dragon squadron hurtling after him, more or less because it was weird to see X-wings, A-wings and TIEs flying in formation together without trying to blast each other out of the sky. Trevor tapped his targeting computer and smiled as it came back online, then told the rest.

“Targeting computers are back online. I’d either think they decided to ease up on us right at the end, or we’ve got some crazy shit coming at us now.” Trevor said, his voice not reflecting the nervousness in his mind that the squadron they were hurtling towards was in fact a group of opponents who had their difficulty ramped up to superhuman levels. Trevor mentally prepared himself for the fight, absentmindedly cracking his knuckles, as the two groups got closer to being within range of each other. It wasn’t going to be an easy battle, but it would definitely be epic.

Trevor’s shields lit up as they entered the fray, but he ducked down quickly and drove hard beneath all the other fighters. Jeg did a similar move overtop, while Rogue carved a pattern through the entire wall of fighters, decimating the final A-wing as he did so. Apparently the AI weren’t as worried about recharging their shielding as they were about keeping their cannons fully charged, which definitely made things a lot simpler for Nazgul, if they could get close enough to hit them.

“This is Rogue, I have some trouble.” He said, sounding worried. “I’ve got a trio of X-wings on me and they’re not letting up!” Trevor nodded and looked around through the various view ports, trying to find Rogue’s fighter. He caught sight of it, but sadly and in a huge sigh of disappointment, he saw it go up in a large fireball as one of the X-wings barrel rolled through it.

Bastards! Trevor thought loudly, slamming his fist on one of the panels in the TIE’s fake cockpit. Trevor heard Jeg say the same thing but aloud, and Trevor couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger at the cocky X-wing AI pilot. That bastard is going down.

Meanwhile, in Rogue’s cockpit, he frowned then slowly smiled, watching the screens display the battle in progress. “Kick the hell out of them, Trev.” Rogue said, pushing the hatch of the fighter open and climbing out, headed for the cool, comfort and refreshments briefing room.

Trevor and Jeg were left alone in the sim machines for Nazgul, each of them keeping a tight eye out for their enemies. Now that the battle wasn’t as compact, things were going to rely more on tactic rather then just blowing up the nearest enemy. What if the tactic is to blow up the nearest enemy, though? Trevor asked himself with a grin as he checked over his shoulder and checked the radar to see if he could spot their opponents. A circle of red dots were surrounding the two lone fighters, but Trevor had a feeling that this rushing attack was going to be far from the last on the New Republic ships would get to make.

With a sweeping move of his fighter’s control yoke, he threw the fighter into a confusing roll, sending it bouncing around and making it hard for their encircling opponents to read and guess on. Jeg attempted to copy the move but couldn’t quite pull it off with as much proficiency as Trevor. Trevor imagined that this was merely a lack of practice and that with time he’d be able to pull off the move as well as Trevor.

“I want you to watch out on your three, I have a feeling they’re going to mass there, well, mass as in three or four of them. The rest are going to come in on our six and we’re going to have to cut up and around to port, then loop under them and come from the bottom. It might sound complicated, but really it’s fairly simple to do.” Trevor explained, hoping it sounded as simple as it really was. He didn’t want to confuse Jeg and end up losing him in some terrible explosion as well.

Trevor’s guesses were dead on as the fighters directly to their starboard side came rushing at them, followed a second later by another rush from behind. Trevor gave the signal with a slight tip of his wings and began his uphill climb whilst rolling to port, then spinning backwards and rolling down below the converging groups of fighters. To Trevor’s surprise Jeg was right on his tail as they went, and they opened up as they came underneath the overhead cluster of NR fighters.

Blasting away hard, Trevor saw his shots pierce the underbelly of an X-wing and shred it, while Jeg’s hit home on a TIE Avenger. The two fighters exploded and helped to scatter their wing mates once again. Trevor had almost depleted his knowledge of pre-programmed AI moves, and was interested to see if they looped the set over or if there was a set of maneuvers he was yet to see. If I live long enough to see them.I mean, yeah, It’s now two on six, but that’s still bad odds in their favor. Well, Nazgul has pulled a win out of nowhere before, maybe we can manage it again. He thought to himself, his gut disagreeing with what his thoughts were telling it.

His stomach was doing flip-flops, and he couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or not. It was definitely keeping him on edge and alert, but at the same time it was making him slightly apprehensive and jumpy. Let’s hope for the best here.

“Jeg, talk to me here. What do you think they’ll be up to next?” Trevor asked, looking down at his radar screen. Oh.

“Well..” Jeg replied, almost as if the question was being asked without purpose.

Trevor had realized how dumb his question had been when he looked at his radar. The X-wings and Avengers had lined up, all four X-wings leading the charge in a box formation while the Avengers took the sides and slight behind the box. It was a basic formation for overwhelming an enemy with firepower and not having to worry about losing too many people. Trevor had yet to see this move used before in a simulation, but he was sure it was as deadly as it was when used by human pilots.

To outwit humans, you fly straight at them. The flaw with AI pilots is they tend not to react the way a human would. They don’t experience fear or the feeling for heroics. They just point and shoot. Trevor thought to himself, excusing the fact that they did strategize, but only to the extent of their programming. Trevor peered through his cockpit window and through the slit in his wings, getting a glimpse of Jeg’s TIE.

“Hey..Jeg..” Trevor said, an idea quickly catching on in his mind as the gap closed, but neither group entering the other’s firing range yet. Trevor rethought his plan quickly and prepared to explain to Jeg what the entire idea was.

“Yeah, what can I do? They’re in a box and flank formation, we’re not going to be able to break through it like normal.” Jeg commented, and Trevor nodded in the cockpit of his own fighter.

“Darn right Jeg. We’re going to try something completely different.”

“Do you have any missiles left?” Trevor asked, crossing his fingers and hoping against hope that Jeg had at least one missile remaining. A seemingly endless silence was lifted when Jeg replied a second later.

“Yeah, I’ve got one. It’s left over from when we made the attack on the Nebulon B. What do you want me to do with it?” Jeg asked, a genuine note of confusion detectable in his voice. Trevor couldn’t stop himself from grinning and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke into the headset-mounted microphone that served as the comm. unit.

“I want you to dummy-fire it into the center of those X-wings and be ready to use the emergency detonator when it gets level with them.” Trevor said, remembering that the missile all the TIE’s were equipped with had an emergency detonate function in case of the event where on locked onto a friendly after having switched it’s electronic mind about who it wanted to chase. Trevor had had to use the function in more then one occasion, but he couldn’t recall a time he used it offensively.

“Will it work?” Jeg asked, still sounding somewhat unsure of the idea, but he was playing with the knobs on his targeting computer anyways, getting ready to make the shot. Trevor shrugged to himself. I sure hope so. He thought, but his words were saying different things, things he really couldn’t be sure about. Things he could only hope for.

“You bet it will.”

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WC 1912 4 X-wings, 2 Avengers

Trevor was slightly surprised his plan worked. After the missile had detonated the remaining X-wings shot past the two Interceptors, headed for their support ships. The Avenger slowed almost as if it was considering taking on the two TIE’s alone, then continued after its wing mates. Trevor and Jeg swung their fighters around to make chase, both of them content to decimate the remaining fighters, even if it was their final acts in the simulator. Trevor was all smiles, having evened the odds to a much more acceptable level.

“Jeg, they’re leading us back to that gunship. We’re going to have to be careful.” Trevor explained. He could feel himself beginning to get more and more tired, but at the same time he was able to hold his concentration and be able to differentiate between what was and what wasn’t safe for them to do. Going near the gunship, unsafe but necessary. Flying along the hull of the gunship, unsafe. Letting our guard down, very unsafe. Trevor thought to himself as he followed Jeg towards the gunship and after their prey.

“Yeah, double up on the careful. That thing’s bristling with guns and more guns. Did I mention it had guns?” Jeg asked, providing a bit of humor to the now improved situation. Trevor’s spirits lifted and he pulled alongside Jeg, the two Nazgulians beginning to line up the straggling X-wing in their sights. “Let’s take out that wounded one and then each of us can work on one of the two remaining ones.” Jeg suggested.

“Absolutely.” Trevor agreed, hoping to get another good dogfight in.

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The Avenger was on him like glue at the beginning, and Trevor was twisting and turning in an attempt to shake that glue away. No matter how hard he juked or twisted, the Avenger couldn’t be removed. It hadn’t yet opened up with its cannons, making him slightly nervous. Perhaps they’ve got the AI set to as real as possible and he’s planning on making me nervous before blowing me out of the sky. That’s always a possibility. Trevor thought as he plowed the control yoke away from himself and dove hard, still trying to shake the Avenger.

Meanwhile, Jeg was having a little bit of an easier time with his X-wing. The enemy craft was firing at him, but it had possibly had its targeting computer knocked out during the explosion as it was missing almost every shot. A few glances his shields, bringing them out of the green and into a yellow zone. He wasn’t working too hard to get away though, more or less trying to buy himself some time until Trevor would be able to give him a hand.

Trevor felt his TIE get rocked by a single shot that hit his shields, the only one that the Avenger had fired so far. So he is messing with me, then. Trevor confirmed, sending his craft into a tight loop, rolling out of it when he reached the peak and hoping to throw his opponent off. The move worked and the Avenger continued the loop, cruising underneath him and trying desperately to level off. Trevor brought himself around behind the Avenger, hoping to avoid the rear-facing cannon’s blind spot. He winced as a green bolt escaped from it and pelted his front shields.

No such luck

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Jeg was doing slightly better than Trevor, but not by a lot. He had managed to get behind the X-wing, but was now finding it impossible to hit his target due to the crazy maneuvers that the X-wing was able to perform. For some reason he could make his TIE match them, but not quite with the same consistency or finesse as the AI pilot. Must be the fact that I’m not totally experienced yet, and the fact that this is an AI pilot. They make mistakes from time to time though..

He continued to follow the X-wing, hoping that sooner or later it would make a mistake and allow him to get off a clear shot. His patience was rewarded when he noticed the X-wing had begun to get into a pattern, a big mistake when being tailed. Left, right, left, left, up, down, left, left, repeat. Jeg thought to himself, running through the pattern a few times to confirm that it was in fact a pattern and not just a fluke chance the random movements matched twice in a row.

With this knowledge in mind, he anticipated the X-wing’s move and managed to confirm a lock on it. With this, he opened up and pelted the rear of the X-wing, causing it to disrupt its pattern and barrel off to the right. This was enough to get it out of the way of his shots, but not enough to lose him. He barreled along right with the New Republic craft, not letting it out of his sight.

“You’re going to be a tricky bastard.” He said to himself as he was forced to swing up and to the left as soon as they came out of the right hand barrel roll.

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Jegora was still chasing the X-Wing. He had managed to weaken its rear deflector shields, but the X-Wing had compensated for it, drawing power from his sub-systems. The X-Wing was still moving in tight climbs, rolls, almost jerky movements. Jegora couldn’t believe that an X-Wing could perform such tight maneuvers, let alone an AI pilot.

Jegora figured that the programmers had upped the AI to the higher levels in order to kill them off faster. Whatever the odds though, Jegora wasn’t going down without a fight. He stayed tight on the X-Wing, firing a few shots at it to keep it occupied, all the while adjusting his targeting knobs trying to confirm a lock.

He chased the X-Wing for a good five minutes with no real results. He was growing tired of this and he noticed that Trevor was getting chased by a TIE Avenger. Jegora didn’t want to continue this game of cat and mouse he was playing with the X-Wing so he decided to break it off.

Jegora broke it off and headed towards his wingman. Not to his surprise the X-Wing turned around and gave pursuit. Jegora smiled. Nothing could catch an Interceptor at full speed. Jegora adjusted his power settings, taking energy from his shield and pumping it into his engine.

His TIE was now traveling as fast as any ship in the Galaxy. This was Jegora’s favorite part of flying: the speed. He headed straight for the TIE Avenger, hoping to get a quick lock and a kill. He had no such luck. The Avenger broke off and swung around wide to regroup with X-Wing. Jegora grimaced to himself. He hadn’t planned on that happening.

“I’m on your wing Trevor.”

“Roger that,” came the tired reply.

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Trevor and Jegora were screaming towards the New Republic ship at full speed. They had circled wide to avoid the X-Wings, who were now behind them. Now they were flying straight for the Corellian ship.

Jegora was grimacing. He was tired, sweaty, hungry, and sore. He wanted this to be over. But no matter how crappy he felt, he wasn’t going to quit. He and Trevor had decided to make a run on the NR capital ship that was looming threateningly on the horizon.

Almost his entire squadron had been killed. Only Trevor and Jegora remained, and now they faced impossible odds. Both of the Imperial pilots were determined to take something big out before they died. Nazgul squadron had already killed dozens of fighters, but now it was time to strike a real blow.

Jegora checked some readouts. The NR ship was still a ways away, and Jegora thought he would examine it with his long range sensors to see if it had any weaknesses. What he found proved a blessing for the two Imperial pilots.

“Sir,” Jegora said excitedly, “it looks as if the ship has minimum shields. It must have recently engaged with one of our capital ships.”

There was a pause while Trevor checked his own readouts. “You’re right Jeg. Let’s take it down.”

Jegora grinned to himself and pressed the throttle even forward even further. The TIE groaned in protest, but sped up a little. The two TIE Interceptors, the fighters of choice for many in the VEN, screamed towards the large NR ship. Whatever happened next, it was going to be interesting.

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Jegora had his computer target the shield generator on the frigate. Their only hope was to take that out first and then they could focus on the other sub-systems. As the two fighters entered the large ships cannon range the sky erupted with red turbolaser blasts. The fighters were still to far away for anything short of turbolasers, but that would soon change.

The shield generator was located on the top of the frigate in a small dome. It would be an interesting target as the flight path would take them right over the frigates back. The laser cannons would have prime firing lanes on them, and they probably wouldn’t survive.

“Jegora, we can’t go about this how the computer wants us too,” Trevor said.

“Aye. We’d be right in the firing lanes,” Jegora responded, a bit worried.

There was some silence. Finally Trevor spoke again. “How do you feel like playing chicken?”

Jegora winced. Trevor wanted them to come in from the top and dive down on the dome, pulling up at the last moment. While considered immensely dangerous, it would be safer than trying to fly over the frigates back.

“I guess...” Jegora said.

“Alright. Follow me.”

The two fighters pulled up and over the frigate, turbolaser blasts following them all the way. When they were a ways above it Trevor leveled out and flew over the frigate. By now the laser cannons were opening up on them. Where the turbolaser shots had been fairly slow and easy to avoid, the laser cannon fire was quick and accurate. Jegora had to roll and spin his ship more and more to avoid the fire.

“We better hurry this up Trevor. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to avoid this fire.”

“Roger that,” Trevor replied.

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Jegora’s TIE was only traveling at about half speed, and he was unloading lasers into the shield dome. As they neared the dome Jegora transferred power back to his engines. When he had to pull up he was going to have to do so fast and hard. Otherwise the guns would get a lock on him and blow him out of the sky.

Jegora gripped the flight stick and waited. He was still unloading shots into the dome, but with the same results. Trevor was doing the same. As they neared the dome Jegora had a thought.

“Which way are you going?” he asked over the radio.

“Er...right, Trevor said.

“I’ll go left,” Jegora responded.

Finally they reached the point Jegora had been waiting for. He stopped firing and kicked his TIE into full throttle, rolling left and down. The frigate started firing immediately, but Jegora’s TIE was simply to fast for the gunners to track properly.

When he got a safe distance away he checked his radar. Trevor was on the other side of the ship, having safely made it as well. The turbolasers were still coming at Jegora, but that didn’t really bother him. The only way they could hit him at this range was if he was sitting still.

Jegora’s threat warning went off. He had six X-Wings coming straight for him. The other six were going straight for Trevor. Jegora turned and ran parallel to the frigate, moving towards the back. He was feeling suicidal.

“Lets pull em’ over the back of the ship,” he said to Trevor.

Trevor acknowledged Jegora and pulled his X-Wings in the same direction. As the two Imperial pilots came together over the frigate they pulled a tight turn. They were now back into formation, flying parallel over the back of the ship. Jegora said a silent prayer and pushed his throttle to full.

The X-Wings were right behind them.

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Jegora kept his eyes trained on the surface of the frigate. It had various structures and towers jutting out of its surface, and running into any of said structures would kill him just as fast as a laser bolt would. So he paid attention and avoided obstacles.

For a TIE Interceptor it was a challenge to avoid all the towers AND all the laser bolts. Jegora couldn’t imagine what it was like for the X-Wing pilots. Their big and somewhat sluggish ships would have a hard time avoiding everything on the frigates surface.

Jegora grinned to himself as he rolled his ship to the right to avoid a turbolaser cannon. The Imperial pilots were flying only a dozen meters off the surface of the frigate. The turbo laser tried to shoot Jegora as he passed, but instead shot behind him and ripped into one of the X-Wings that was hot on Jegora’s tail.

Jegora laughed to himself. So far the plan was working. Jegora stopped laughing when red laser bolts ripped over his TIE. One of the X-Wings had stuck to him and was now chasing him. Jegora found a rolled his ship and flew evasively, trying to avoid all the laser fire. He would have to hope that the X-Wing made a mistake and killed himself, because Jegora couldn’t turn and face the threat.

The dome was coming up. Jegora was going to try to take a shot at it has they passed it. He didn’t know if it would work, but he was going to try it. He had nothing to lose.

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263. Down to 10 X-Wings.

Jegora turned his ship and ran parallel to the ship, going back to the hangar bays located on the sides of the ships. The X-Wings were behind him, and Trevor was off to his right. He wasn’t sure what to do next, but shooting at where the enemy ships came out sounded like a good idea.

The ships hangar bay was located on the side of the frigate. A blue repulsor field kept the hangar bay pressurized. If the TIEs could manage to destroy just one of the repulsor generators on either side of the ship the hangar bay would depressurize and seal up. Then the NR ship couldn’t launch any fighter support.

As Jegora neared the hangar bay he opened up with his cannons. As he did so a rebel X-Wing was launching from the hangar bay. The NR ship flew right into Jegora’s shots, and its engines went out right away. It blew back into the hangar and exploded in a huge ball of fire, the atmosphere in the ship causing the wreck to burn like nothing Jegora had ever seen.

The wreck set other ships on fire, and eventually the whole hangar bay went up in a gigantic fireball. Jegora watched, amazed, as the ship shuttered under the explosions. He had never seen anything like it.

The explosions seemed to knock out the repulsor shields, causing the blue shield between the ship and the vacuum of space to disappear. The fires immediately cooled off, but only for as long as it took for the durasteel emergency doors to close over the hangar opening.

Jegora sat silent for a little while longer. Finally Trevor spoke.

“What the hell was that?” he said.

Jegora laughed. “Lucky?”

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Jegora winced when he heard Trevor say that he was behind the X-Wings. It was a good strategy, but it meant that the X-Wings would be shooting at Jegora...and only Jegora. He wasn’t too thrilled about it, but he couldn’t do much.

Pushing his TIE to max throttle he ran as fast as possible with the X-Wings behind him. He looped around the frigate, all ten X-Wings staying on him and firing at random intervals. Jegora checked his radar and could tell that Trevor was still behind the X’s.

Suddenly a red dot blinked out on Jegora’s radar. He smiled to himself. Trevor had gotten one of the X-Wings. The odds were getting better and better.

As Jegora looped around the frigate he took a few shots at one of the engines. To his complete surprise it stuttered and spouted a few random flame spouts. Jegora filed the information away for after they head dealt with the X-Wings.

“How’s it going Trevor?” he asked.

“I got one, but they seem to be paying more attention now. Hang in there.”

Jegora just rolled his shoulders, trying to get the knots out of his muscles. He had been doing this now for almost three hours. He pushed those thoughts away. He had to focus now, a fact that was quickly reinforced by several red bolts coming dangerously close to his fighter.

“Anytime now Trev,” he said worriedly. He didn’t know how much longer he could evade all this fire. The X-Wings were getting closer and closer with each shot. Trevor either had to kill all of them or pull some of them off, or Jegora had to attack. But something had to change, and fast.

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Great...low fuel

Jegora hadn’t even thought about his fuel level until Trevor mentioned it. He still had a bit left. He was relieved to hear that there were only four X’s on him now, but he was a little concerned about taking them by himself.

He didn’t have much of a choice though. The first thing he had to do was stop running. This would go on forever until one of them hit Jegora. Jegora had to become the aggressor and disrupt the NR ships’ plans.

Spinning his ship on a dime as he had done so many times already, Jegora turned his ship and opened up his cannons on the point X-Wing. The effect was instantaneous. The X-Wing had modified his shields to provide extra rear protection, but at the cost of front shield strength. Jegora’s cannons tore through the limited shielding and into the cockpit.

Oh sh-

Jegora didn’t even have time to complete the thought. He hadn’t counted on the debris pelting his ship, and he very nearly got killed because of that.

Now I see why they didn’t recommend that move in BT...

Not wasting any time contemplating his good luck on not getting himself killed he pulled another 180 degree turn and started chasing the X-Wings. The three remaining ships split off in three different directions. Now Jegora had a decision to make.

He decided to chase the one on his left. It was the one farthest away from the frigate, and would be the easiest to run down. Jegora hit his throttle and sped after the NR ship, hoping to get another kill and even up the odds.

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Jegora was still chasing one of the X-Wings that had been chasing him only a few second earlier. He was gaining ground, and in fact he was within gun range now. Getting a lock on the X-Wing he opened up with his cannons, only to see the green lasers bounce off the X’s shields.

Jegora cursed and sped up, trying to get closer for another lock. He inched closer and closer, and eventually got another lock. He set his lasers to linked fire and unleashed a few deadly quad blasts. The X’s shields stuttered and died under his fire.

Out of nowhere Jegora heard his threat alarm go off. Not waiting to see what the threat was he threw his ship into a roll and checked his radar. Another X-Wing had come from his right. Jegora cursed, turned on a dime, and unloaded his cannons. He was surprised to see the X-Wing explode.

Now he just had the other, full strength X-Wing to deal with. The X-Wing was flying straight for him again, cannons blazing. Jegora looped up and around, trying to get behind his enemy. The move failed as the X-Wing simply rolled back in the same direction, negating any position that Jegora gained.

Jegora gritted his teeth and tightened his hands on the yoke. He pulled a snap turn, shot, and then sped off. The X-Wing’s shields absorbed the hit, but Jegora was pleased. The X-Wing’s AI was certainly good, but it wasn’t human.

He could win this. Maybe.

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