Staring out of a port window that belonged to an Escort Carrier, Lukas smiled at himself as he knew that he was finally apart of something big in his life. He would soon take his turn inside one of the most infamous fighters in history, and he would not let that opportunity go to waste. He took a nod to that and watched as some TIE's from his assigned squadron were heading his way after a long battle with some Rebel scum.

The cruiser that he was in took a heavy beating itself, causing him to struggle with his own footing when he was watching the battle from that window. He hoped that Viper Squadron would be able to overcome the odds and defeat another enemy of the Vast Empire, but it looks like it will not happen on this day. Seeing cannon fire of different colors lit the sky up like a fireworks display, and he was glad that the shields of the Escort Carrier held out when some of those turbolasers came towards him. It's okay, though, for many of the pilots and the crew of this ship would be coming back with their lives intact, and that's the most important thing.

With a quick turn away from the window while straightening his own uniform, Lukas started to walk towards his quarters, for it was time for him to get prepared. Soon, he will one of the many pilots who will join Viper Squadron, and when he does, he will fulfill everything that will be laid out before him.

“What the Frak is that!?”

Ibram, Jaden and the XO had we’re about to engage a flight of z-95’s when they heard Aleia’s frantic cry over the coms. What the-?

Ibram looked over his shoulder, and that’s when he saw it: a Mon-Calamari Star Cruiser.

Well Gak me backwards…

A new voice blared over the coms. “Attention Viper Squadron. We are aborting the mission, repeat, we are aborting the mission. Get the hell outta there and back to the hanger. Emergency landings are authorised.”

Before Ibram could react, the enemy fighters we’re upon them. Jaden rose, causing one to follow him. The XO had already taken one out, and was banking away, luring his new target towards the asteroid field. That left Ibram and his target.

This Z-95 appeared to be different. It was ornately coloured, and it looked like it had a few modifications.

Mercenary. He thought.

Letting off a volley, Ibram made his target break sharply to port. Ibram gunned up his engines and followed him. Like a game of cat and mouse, Ibram pursued his target, but was unable to get a weapons lock.

This guy’s good….

Ibram noticed that he was being drawn closer and closer to the Frigate. His enemy was probably hoping one of the gunners would pick him off before Ibram got him. He let off another volley, managed to hit the target by chance. Ibram noticed that it’s shields we’re still at 100%

Well at least I know what those mods are….

Something slammed into Ibrams fighter, sending him veering off course. The frigate was taking pot shots at him.

Well gak you too.

Ibram bobbed and weaved in between some rogue asteroids, throwing off the gunner’s aim. One of the blasts shattered an asteroid he had just past. Killing his engines, Ibram hid behind another one.

With any luck they’ll think I got shredded.

Ibram checked his radar, but the enemy fighter was nowhere in sight. The frigate was now passing his position, so Ibram couldn’t resume the fight. Cursing quietly, he brought is engines up to minimal power and started making his way back to the Forerunner, using the asteroids for cover.

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As Zane headed back to dock, he almost immediately discovered that he was being followed. A few more Z-95's had gotten his tail, and there was no way out, except for fighting back. Zane felt the Adrenaline pump through him, his heart starting to beat faster and faster making the perfect rhythm. Zane had wanted more action before he had to dock, and now he had it.

Almost like lightning he pulled around his TIE doing a full Vertical Reverse. Now he was behind his attackers, and they had no idea what the heck just happened. Zane used this time to kick up the engines and power up the cannons. Zane had gotten so much more used to flying that it now came almost like instinct to him.He didn't have to think, he could just do it.

Zane's ship was almost fully repaired thanks to the auto-diagnose/repair system he installed. It was a slow process but it worked, and that was what he was counting on. Zane's heart was now beating like mad as he closed in on his first victim. The adrenaline was  pumping so fast through him he almost felt invincible. One thing was sure, these one's were not getting away.

"I have you now," said Zane in an imitation that would have Darth  Vader running for his money.

Zane could here Rocketman laughing through the comlink.

"What are you laughing at Rocket?" said Zane trying not to laugh himself, and doing a poor job.

"Oh nothing," Rocketman Replied.

Zane finished laughing and within half a second was as serious as anybody in his position could be. In two seconds he had a lock on his target no sweat. Zane pressed down the knob in the center between his palm controls so that his Target system would stay locked onto his target, then flipping the small switch on the left to arm his cannons, then the one on the right to prepare his missile.

With uncanny focus Zane stared at his victim waiting for the perfect chance. The small Bio-Com in the left part of his brain (which was linked to his bionic eye) calculated every second of action, literally predicting the opponents moves. All it had to do was monitor his movements, and study them for a few seconds before the predicting was able to function.

The only downsides to it were as anything it was only so good, and it only went for a little while,although thats all the time he would need anyways. Within seconds Zane now knew exactly what his enemy was going to do next, and trusting his instincts he fired with unnerving accuracy.

The missile found it's mark like lightning hitting a small defenseless tree. With a huge boom bright orange, green, purple, red, and yellow flames erupted all in front of him, a sign nobody needed a second telling to know what it meant. But Zane still had more to go this was only just one.

Zane was getting ready for his third attack when he saw it. The Mon-Calamari Space Cruiser, and Ibram had to be right, a Mercenary. Zane lost focus of his targets , and a deep swelling hatred and pure anger erupted inside him that awakened old memories. It was the fault of an assassin, or mercenary that Zane had bionic limbs. (for more on this story follow my name in my sig to my Wiki Profile, then scroll down almost to the very end of my Bio, where it will say Biography Story Links. There follow the first link titled: "Zane's Accident")).

Zane had to use every bit of strength in his body to stop himself from opening full fire, and going berserk on the unidentified ship. But as soon as the emotions came he silenced them. Zane knew now he could not afford to lose control, especially now that it could get him killed. Zane refocused his attention on his second victim and prepared to fire.

But again he was interrupted, only this time by something he did not expect. Zane glanced up at the Mon-Calamari, and instead of just seeing the Mercenary Cruiser, he saw a second cruiser, smaller and with any luck half at least half as deadly. If it was any more than that, Zane might not make it out alive for the other cruiser was coming straight for him.

"Rocket, we have an another unknown cruiser heading my way," said Zane.

But he got no reply. Rocketman had probably already made it to the docks, and had shut down the TIE's comlinks. Zane was on his own now. He could either ignore him and go for the Z-95's or go and see what he was really made of. Zane chose the second, and most dangerous option. It was time to live the Viper Motto, "We FLy You Die..."

With those exact words in mind Zane dived straight down. Pulling a High G Barrel Roll, Zane spiraled around his attacker. Then at the perfect moment pulled out and pulled his ship right. Now he was behind the attacker, making him now the attacker. Zane, using his Bionic Eye, focused in on the other cruiser, and let the Bio-Com start calculating away.

But the Cruiser was well trained, and easily pulled a Vertical Reverse almost as fast as Zane could say the move. Now Zane was in front of the the enemy and that was never a good place to be in a battle with aircrafts. Zane flipped around and now stood head on with the cruiser. He had only seconds to pull this off, and if he didn't do it exactly perfect, he would be incinerated within seconds.

As fast as his reflexes would allow Zane pulled an Offset Head on Pass. This, at least to Zane, was one of the dumbest, and most dangerous things he could possibly do. Zane had only practiced this  expert maneuver, but now it was life or death, literally. Without thinking Zane started the maneuver. Timing his his spin as accurately as he possibly could, Zane began to sweat.

Suddenly everything went into slow motion, Zane was now at the point where his opponent was now directly above him, which meant he had almost completed his 360 degree turn. Zane watched in perfect slow motion action as the cruiser passed above him, and Zane went on to finish the turn.But before that happened Zane felt a shudder as his TIE barely scraped the bottom of the Cruiser, and with all the luck in the world, Zane was still able to safely pass.

Zane was slammed into reality and pretty damn fast too. His ship had taken something similar to the sonic boom effect, and was now rocketing out of the end of the turn in super sonic high speed fury.
Now at least he had speed on his side, well for the moment at leas, which meant he had to act fast.

Zane was now directly behind his target, and with no aim shot a few quick, and  high powered burst at the cruiser, and luckily they found their target. Now at least he had him stalled. Zane took these few precious moments to finish the crucial calculating. Within moments he was finished and already had his missile ready, and Zane fired. Again with uncanny unnerving accuracy his missile found it's mark.

The missile hit the cruiser with such deadly aim that it literally blew the engines out leaving the enemy helpless, like a newborn infant. But Zane felt now mercy for the cruiser, and harshly with not a single thought to what he was doing, or who might have been on that cruiser, fired the last missile. With a sickening boom the cruiser erupted with a rainbow colored flame.

Zane still in fury watched in pleasure as the metal shrapnel and whatever else was left was incinerated, or blasted away. But it was short lived as Zane too had miscalculated the blast radius, and was soon thrown away. Everything for the young pilot Zane ZyCrusis went black.

His last thoughts before he was thrown into unconsciousness, were among "Oh shit,", "Well at least I killed the damn thing,"and finally
"Plus I'm heading towards the docks, somebody will find m....." Then he was out like a light bulb."

Zane was somehow successfully recovered from the blast unharmed. When he awoke he had been warned to take the next few days rather slowly for some surgeries had been preformed, and for his health he had been warned.

Zane took this information as something minor. He had gone into a medical facility a normal man once, and when he came out he had bionic limbs. Zane was sure he could find some way to cope with these surgeries are the pain or whatever was supposed to follow.

After being briefed on his condition, Zane had waited for the doctors, nurses and medical droids to leave, before he ripped everything off and headed out he window. Zane then proceeded to head back to the room where Anden and the other were.

Anden and a few others greeted him as he arrived into the room. Zane greeted them in return and settled on a nearby couch.

"So that was some fight we saw earlier, the blast was very cool too,"said Anden.

"Thanks, I didn't plan to be so close to that blast, but as always errors are made. I am just lucky I am not dead," replied Zane.

"So I figure we head back to Naval Command now huh?" said Zane.

"Thats more or less the case," chipped in C-PX3.

"Well it was all fun while it lasted at least then," said Zane.

Things had not gone well on the mission: Operation Mjolner. Although it was Zane's first, and hopefully the first of many, it was indeed an utter failure. None of them were prepared to face a fully armed Mon Calamari Cruiser.

Because of this among a few other reasons, the Viper Squadron was  then ordered  to retreat, dubbing the mission a failure. Zane was not to happy to learn that he had to retreat. But he was ordered to and so he finished his last battle, also almost getting himself killed, then without a choice literally "retreated" back to the mission freighter.

Once everybody has successfully arrived back to the Freighter, they headed back to Naval Command, to report what they had found.