Jegora winced as his shield disappeared. Somehow the last X-Wing had caught up to Jegora and had taken him by surprise. Jegora had managed to roll out of the way though, and so only his shields took damage. Still, it was closer than the young pilot would have liked.

Spinning his ship in a complete circle, spraying green lasers as he went, Jegora tried to keep the X-Wings at bay. Finally he managed to separate out, one X-Wing chasing him, the other waiting. I better not keep him waiting, eh?, he asked himself.

Jegora got out a far enough distance, then pulled a wide turn. Now he had an X-Wing in front of him and on behind him. Both were shooting wildly at Jegora, and the Imperial pilot was lucky that he didn’t get killed right there. Only the slim profile of the TIE Interceptor and Jegora’s erratic flying kept him from getting killed.

As he approached the X-Wing at full speed neither his pursuer nor his target changed course. Jegora was flying right at one X-Wing, pulling another X-Wing behind him. Red bolts were denting both of the large ships’ shields, but the AI apparently wasn’t programmed to avoid friendly fire.

At the last minute Jegora jerked his ship into a 90 degree climb. He craned his neck to see the results of his efforts, and he wasn’t disappointed when the two X-Wings flew right into each other.

Laughing to himself he sped off back towards the NR frigate. Trevor could handle the fighters. Jegora was going to cripple the capital ship.

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Jegora came in from behind the frigate, where most of the guns couldn’t get him. He was coming in fast. Very fast. The goal was to disrupt the engines enough to cripple the large ship. Jegora was by himself on this run, but the shields on the frigate were still down and no fighters were around. It should have been a fairly straight forward run.

Of course it wasn’t. Just as Jegora got in range to open fire, a laser cannon opened fire on him. It appeared to be coming from the frigate, but he knew for a fact that such ships and no rear-facing turrets.

Unless it had been specially installed.

Jegora cursed. Of course the simulation would have a specially modified frigate with a rear facing turret to make things difficult. Jegora should have expected as much. The young pilot rolled away and came back around for another try.

This time he kept going evasive, and he went in as fast as he could. He started shooting early, hoping to get lucky. He was focusing on one of the four engine outputs. As he dodged the anti-starfighter lasers he unleashed his green lasers.

He was rewarded by more sparks and fire as his shots connected with the engine. Keeping up the steady stream of fire he rolled his ship. He wished he had another concussion missile, but since he didn’t lasers would have to do.

Finally the engine shorted out and the frigate listed to one side for a quick minute. Jegora saw Trevor take the opportunity to get away from his pursuers and head back towards. Jegora grinned and pulled away, preparing for another run.

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Jegora was making his second run on the frigate’s engines. He had already knocked one of the four engines out, and the ship was having trouble maintaining course. He was going to knock out the other engine on that same side. With the other engine out, the ship would definitely list to one side.

Jegora pulled a loop and moved in on the frigate. Angling his deflector shields forward to help protect his front against the laser cannon he flew right at the engines, guns blazing. The first few shots were from a very long distance and failed to connect. The next shots did some light damage, and the next five to ten shots did max damage. Still rolling and pitching to avoid the laser cannon, Jegora saw the engine sputter and spark, but it didn’t go out.

Cursing to himself Jegora pulled out for another run. He saw Trevor mixing it up a lone X-Wing, but Jegora wasn’t worried. He had seen Trevor come out against impossible odds several times during the course of his naval career and this simulation, so he was pretty sure that Trevor could handle it.

Jegora made another run, this time knocking out the second engine. The ship lurched to the side again, worse than before. This time the AI couldn’t seem to correct the ships course and it started a slow spin through space.

Smiling inside Jegora sped off. Only two more engines to go, and then the ship would be completely immobile. Jegora would then be free to target other components on the ship at will.

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Jegora saw the Avenger and X-Wing duo come up on Trevor. He watched, worried that his squadron commander wouldn’t be able to handle it. He shook his head. He was in the middle of an attack run and couldn’t do anything about it now. He was about to fire on the engine when the laser cannon opened up on him.

“Alright, that’s it,” he said aloud to no one in particular.

Switching targets to the small tower holding the laser turret Jegora let loose with his cannons. Most of the shots missed but four or five of the bolts hit dead on, frying the cannon. Jegora pulled around and simply parked a few hundred meters away from the engines. It was easy now to simply shoot them. He was unopposed.

Making quick work of the last two engines and disabling the ship, he started looking for more targets. He knew that he would have to choose his targets carefully and for maximum effect. He didn’t have time to waste shooting every gun turret, so if possible he needed to see if he could find some sort of parabolic antennae that fed all the guns with firing data.

Flying around the ship in search of an antennae Jegora noticed a single large spike sticking out from the bottom of the ship. Jegora didn’t know what it was, but he thought it was probably good to blow it off.

Choosing the spike-like rod as his next target, Jegora sped in underneath the frigate on an attack run. Guns blazing, he blew the rod off the frigate. All the guns quit firing at once, lost without the data.

Jegora let out a whoop.

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Jegora was circling the frigate again, looking for any target he could find to shoot at. He was on his second circuit when he saw the radar signatures. It appeared to be only four ships, but they were all E-Wings, high performance ship killers.

And they had red stripes across their nose. Jegora didn’t know what the red stripes were for, but they made the ships look intimidating. Bringing his TIE around to engage the E-Wings, he sped up.

Under normal conditions Jegora wouldn’t have engaged four ships of any kind by himself. But this being a simulation, and him being tired, caused him to become aggressive and perhaps a little overconfident in his skills.

The E-Wings opened up a tad early. Jegora exercised what little patience he had left to avoid the bolts and wait for his shot. As he neared the ships he got his chance. One of the E-Wings had quit firing just long enough to give Jegora a whole to slip through. Once he was in the hole he opened up with his cannons.

The effect was immediately satisfying. The E-Wing he was shooting at lost shields and took some serious hull damage, going into a crazy spin when one of its engines overloaded and blew. It collided with its wingmate, causing both E-Wings to explode. Jegora let out a whoop and smiled.

By now he was past the remaining two E-Wings. He pulled a snap turn and came around for another pass. This time the two ships came in slower, waiting for their shots. Jegora had a harder time avoiding their accurate lasers, but he managed to avoid any serious damage. Taking a potshot at one of the E-Wings, Jegora decided to make things more interesting.

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Flying against the last two E-Wings was proving to be more of a challenge that Jegora had first anticipated. The first run had proven successful, but after the Jegora had killed the first two E-Wings that others had gotten better. They flew cautiously, waiting for the right moment to shoot and never getting greedy. Jegora was starting to have a rough time of it.

Finally Jegora got a lock on one of the E-Wings. Flipping his lasers to stutter and spraying green bolts all over, Jegora managed to drain the E-Wings shields. He didn’t get a chance to do more than that, though, because the NR ship broke off.

Giving chase to the fast and maneuverable E-Wing was not an easy feat, especially not with another E-Wing behind you. Somehow though Jegora managed to avoid the fire and get within range of the other E-Wing. He spun his targeting knobs, trying to dial in his target. As he did so, the shots crept closer and closer. Finally a laser rocked his shields, causing him to go into a dive. He had stopped flying evasively, and as a result he had got hit.

His shields were shot. They had no juice, and wouldn’t for a while. Jegora grimaced. He was starting to hate these programmers. When he got out of this simulator, he was going to have a long talk with them about what four hours of hard combat can do to a man. And what a man who’s been through four hours of hard combat can do to the man who put him there.

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Jegora was still occupied with the E-Wings. He had managed to drain the shields on one, but the other one had chased him off. He was now making a wide loop around, trying to flank one of the E-Wings and take it by surprise. The move didn’t work, but it did get Jegora in position behind the E-Wing. Jegora checked his sensors and noted that it was the one with no shields.

Jegora grinned and dialed in his knobs. He didn’t break his chase when the other E-Wing pulled off of his partner’s wing to attack Jegora. He was flying on instinct now, avoiding laser shots and adjusting the knobs.

Finally he got a lock. He depressed his fire button and green lasers shot out of his TIE, ripping into the E-Wing and tearing it apart. Jegora had little time to ponder his kill as the other E-Wing was behind him now. Jegora pulled up sharply, and then spun to the right. The E-Wing couldn’t follow him through the physics-defying maneuver.

Jegora spun again to chase the E-Wing, and was greeted by red lasers that he barely avoided. What the hell, he thought to himself. How did the E-Wing manage to spin around like that? Only a very, very good pilot could pull a move like that in a ship like the E-Wing.

Jegora didn’t ponder it long. He got right back in on his enemies tail, determined to take him out.  Pushing his throttle forward, Jegora let out a tight grin. This one was going to be for his squadron mates.

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There was only one E-Wing left and Jegora decided to end it quickly. He wanted to take out that capital ship before he ran out of fuel. Pressing his throttle to the max he sped after the E-Wing. After closing the gap considerably, he opened fire.

His attacks were unsuccessful, as he expected them to be. But his real point in attacking that early was to make the AI pilot react to being shot at. And he had reacted just as Jegora had expected. He turned and fired at Jegora.

Jegora was flying one of the fastest ships in the galazy, however, and the E-Wing shot way behind him. Now the E-Wing was directly in Jegora’s sights, and the Imperial pilot was going to finish the NR ship. Jegora adjusted his knobs, got a luck, fired…and nothing happened. His guns simply did not fire.

Jegora had no idea what had happened. All his power readouts were stable, he still had a goodly amount of fuel, his guns hadn’t overloaded. They had just quit working. The only thing Jegora could think of was that the programmers were messing with him. Jegora didn’t like being messed with.

Quickly shutting down everything and rebooting it back up again would take precious seconds. Seconds that would give the E-Wing the perfect opportunity to shoot him. Jegora didn’t know any other way to solve the problem, though.

Jegora killed all the power to his guns, hoping that maybe that would bring them back online. He had no such luck, and the guns remained disabled. Jegora cursed to himself. Just when he was feeling better about the simulation, something like this happened.

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Jegora straightened out and put all power into the engines. He would have to get as much distance as possible for what he was about to attempt. In fact, what he was about to attempt was so suicidal under current conditions that Trevor would probably yell at him if he knew. Then again, maybe not. Jegora wasn’t really sure, and he didn’t really care.

Gaining distance on the slightly slower E-Wing, Jegora turned his ship off. He didn’t simply cut the engines, he turned everything off. He flipped the emergence shutdown switch. As soon as he had flipped that switch he was trying to restart the TIE.

Time was critical, and restarting a TIE Interceptor in the middle of space was no easy feat. Jegora looked up from his control panel and saw the E-Wing flying straight for him. He turned back the panel, knowing he had about another ten seconds before he got blown into pieces.

Finally the TIE lit back up. Jegora yelled, laughed, turned his TIE to face the E-Wing, and blew the unsuspecting NR ship out of the sky. Jegora laughed. He reached up and wiped the sweat of his brow. He was grinning from ear to ear though. Nothing was more thrilling than escaping death.

Turning his TIE and heading back towards the frigate, Jegora tried to pick out a target. Screw it, I’m killing the bridge, He thought to himself after a moment. Speeding off in the direction of the large NR ship, Jegora spun his dial knobs.

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Trevor watched a little more carefully as he got closer to the Avenger ahead of him. He was trying to figure out where the line that had been severed went. It was still gushing a whitish steam although the pressure behind the flow seemed to be lessening. He traced the line with his eyes a few times and almost couldn’t figure out where it went, then it came to him. The fighter had just severed a fuel line. On the Avenger, the fuel lines had been routed outside of the cockpit of the TIE, although Trevor had never been able to figure out how come they did that. It seemed like a stupid idea to him, and this simulation only proved why.

The fighter seemed to have quite the fuel capacity though, and Trevor was now trying to strike the jet of fuel with his blaster cannons. So far he’d been unsuccessful, but knew that if he could just catch the jet with his shots he might be able to set it alight and blow up the fighter that way. He wouldn’t be given the opportunity though, as the Avenger quickly ducked downwards and away from Trevor’s fighting, pulling into a tight barreling loop and trying to get behind him. Trevor managed to match the move perfectly though, both cannons blazing as he followed his target.

“You think you can get away? Eat this one, jerk.” Trevor said calmly, finally managing to hit the TIE enough times to cause it to shred apart. He couldn’t help but throw a fist up into the air as the Avenger’s wings blew past him on both sides and the cockpit ball sailed forwards before splitting apart. About freaking time. Now I can go give Jeg a hand. Trevor thought to himself as he pulled the fighter around and headed back towards where the Corellian Destroyer was.

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‘Damn it! They got them back online!” Trevor said loudly as he spin his fighter downward in an attempt to avoid the hail of fire that was raining down upon them. His overcharged shields didn’t really take much a hit from the anti-fighter cannons. Jeg however, was a different story.

With his weapons overcharged with shield energy, his shields had been weakened to begin with. The red blasts from the Destroyer’s guns pierced through them quickly, and a few of them scuffed up his wings, sending chunks of solar panels flying off of them. He managed to get down to a point where he was safe as well, although by then the damage had been done and his shields had been weakened. He’d have to recharge them quickly if they were going to make another run for the bridge.

“Jeg, you alright?” Trevor asked, recalibrating a few settings on his energy placement controls and glancing across the void at Jeg’s fighter that was floating not too far from his. The other pilot was sitting in his own cockpit, desperately trying to get a bunch of his systems back. Not only had his shields been knocked out, but his cannons had also been drained but a rapid power switch within the TIE’s computer itself, trying to reinforce the shields faster then the human hands that control the TIE could.

“Yeah, I’m going to make it. Going to need a minute to recharge though.” He said, and Trevor smiled. Good to know he’s not leaving me alone in this yet.

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Trevor’s fighter swung left and right as he danced it across space, doing his best to avoid the missile that was hot on his tail. He rolled and dived, twisted and spun, doing whatever he could to put more distance between himself and the missile. So far nothing was working, although he had gotten a glance at Jegora a few times and seen the pilot performing his own share of maneuvers to avoid the missile that was on his tail.

Trevor sighed and continued flying, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to see if the missile was still behind him. Each time he did he saw a jet of flame shooting out from behind a long, missile shaped body and assumed that he hadn’t managed to lose the missile yet. Damn it, this is getting way to stupid. I need to find some way to get rid of this missile without having to fly for so long, or I’m going to run myself out of fuel prematurely. He thought to himself, when an idea struck him.

He quickly adjusted a few knobs on his energy controller and caused the ship’s speed to drop incredibly. He quickly made another few adjustments and then prepared himself to be struck by the missile. At 100%, his shields would have disappeared and he would have received major, if not fatal hull damage. But with every ounce of power he could spare being transferred to the shields, they were running at more than 300% output levels, and he knew they could withstand the missile. He checked out his rear view port and braced himself for the impending explosion.

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The A-wing’s shields ahead of him lit up brightly from the green bolts he was pumping into the back of the ship. They just didn’t seem to want to break though, and always seeming to find another spot of power just as they began to flash red. Trevor was frustrated, knowing that if he had still had all four cannons he wouldn’t have a problem at all taking down the A-wing. At the same time he wasn’t going to overload his final two cannons out of fear of accidentally causing them to have problems too.

The A-wing was twisting and turning, trying to escape from Trevor. He wasn’t going to give it the chance though, continuing to hang right on the rear of the craft. It was almost effortless flying for Trevor, which surprised him considering he was beginning to feel the wear of the simulation on his body. His muscles aches with every move he made, and he was almost to the point where he was ready to let himself be killed just to end it.

If it was real life, I’d definitely fly until I was killed or managed to escape. However, considering it isn’t, the only thing I’ve got going for me is a high mark on my report card at the end of this. Trevor’s mind grumbled, trying to avoid thinking too much about the situation at hand. He only wanted to consider as much of it as he needed to, no more or no less then that.

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Jegora took a minute to get pulled out of the turn, but once he did he was chasing after the A-wing like there was no tomorrow. The A-wing was jerking back and forth in an attempt to avoid Jeg’s unrelenting fire, for the most part being successful. Jeg was as frustrated as Trevor was, but he didn’t yet have the experience required to control all his feelings while behind the view port of the fighter. He was firing out of being mad at the simulation for not wanting to end yet, and this was causing his aim to be off.

“Jeg, take it easy for a minute and get a clear shot off.” Trevor said into the comm., keeping close behind Jegora and watching the entire chase unfold. Jegora was keeping behind his target just fine, but for some reason he wasn’t able to get a cannon lock and this was costing him precious seconds of his simulated life. Trevor also noted that the A-wing seemed to be leading Jegora closer to the Destroyer that had had its turrets reactivated.

“Jeg, watch out for the Destroyer..” Trevor said slowly, making sure all his words were heard by Jeg. Jeg didn’t reply, but his aim did seem to become more accurate. He scored a few hits on the A-wing’s shields and brought them into the red. This one isn’t powering them back up like mine was. Trevor thought to himself as he watched. Then the moment of victory happened, as Jeg finally managed to rip through the shields and hit one of the engines of the A-wing. It shorted out and kicked the A-wing into an uncontrollable spin, heading right for the bridge of the Destroyer. Trevor slowed down and took a moment to watch in satisfaction as the A-wing plummeted through the space between itself and the Destroyer, then crashed through the bridge’s transperisteel view ports.

Although the durasteel shutters tried to close over the broken durasteel, one of the supports had been taken out as well, preventing them from closing all the way. The Destroyer was as good as done.

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Jegora checked his radar and saw the giant swarm of X-Wings. He counted five squadrons flying at them at small intervals. The first squadron would be on them in mere seconds, but Jegora was ready. He had killed more than his fair share of fighters in this simulation, he had severely injured a capital ship, and he had watched his entire squadron die at the hands of programmers.

Oh yes, he was ready to be done. But he was also ready to kill more fighters, if only to piss the programmers off. Together, Trevor and Jegora launched their fighters and the first squadron and full speed. In seconds the X-Wings were in gun range, and both Jegora and Trevor opened up. Trevor’s two remaining cannons and Jegora’s four lit up the space between the two pilots and the large X-Wings before any of the NR ships even fired.

The two Imperial pilots killed two of the X-Wings during the initial charge. Spinning around in unison, each pilot managed to kill another X-Wing. By now the X-Wing AI’s had gotten over the initial ‘shock’ of two pilots charging their squadron, and were opening up on the two pilots.

The two interceptor pilots threw their ships into spins and pushed through the squadron. The next X-Wing squadron was still a ways away, so together the two Imperial pilots dove back in to the fight, guns blazing.

Jegora had to laugh. Something like this would never happen in real life. For one, he doubted the New Republic had the resources to attack the Vast Empire like this, and for another he doubted they had this many pilots to throw at two fighters. But it wasn’t real life, it was a simulation. Jegora acquired another target, and depressed his firing button.

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