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- Yeah, I have to do them too.
Ph'rranix lowered himself into the enlarged simulator, specifically designed for a Wookiee. As he pulled the canopy over his head, the commander felt his adrenaline pumping again, as if he were preparing to begin another mission with his squadron as he'd done so long ago. The canopy clicked faintly as it locked and the interior lit up brilliantly with dotted lights and displays. The controls felt foreign to the Wookiee. Admiral Kraznr took a few minutes to familiarize himself again before unlatching his starfighter and exit his home vessel.
[Polarris One rrequesting perrmission to leave the hanger,] he bellowed.
[Polaris one, this is
Atrus control, you have permission to exit the hanger,] came the voice of the hanger control officer. Stormz flipped a few switches, powering up the TIE Interceptor he sat in as he instructed the rest of his squadron to do the same. Affirmative messages scrolled across his holo as each of his squadron members responded.
The latch on his TIE finally released and the ship slowly dropped out of the hanger bay, with the other 11 vessels entitled to his squadron. The battle was raging around them already, making the Commander leery and watchful.
[Forrm up in yourr flights and call tarrgets,] Stormz informed. The 12 stray ships quickly composed into three well formed elements. [You arre frree to engage, keep with yourr wingmate and flight wheneverr possible. I don't need casualties.]
First flight accelerated to ninety percent thrust and pulled in behind a pair of X-wings. The pair crossed quickly and flew in opposing directions, causing the flight to split. Stormz and his wing mate, Petty Officer Second Class Strafe, took the fighter banking to starboard as Haze and Icer followed the other.
Rolling on his side, the Admiral attempted to get a shot off, but each of his volleys went below the enemy fighter. A split second later, green streaks wizzed by Stormz cabin, striking the X-wing square and turning the first victim of Polaris into a ball of fire.
"X-Wing down!" Shouted Strafe.
"Good work, kid. Let's nab some more kills," slurred the XO enthusiastically.
"This is Polaris 3, another X down." Hearing that, a wry grin engulfed the Wookiee's face.
[Polarris, split up into elements of two, lets clearr this field.] The squadron didn't need told a second time, they broke down in to yet another, smaller, element and began picking off rebels left and right.
Stormz had a lock on his new foe and opened fire, lighting the victims cabin with neon green bolts. Just before the Rebel was incinerated, he let out a pair of torpedoes, striking Strafe's fighter and completely destroying it. Enraged, the Wookiee let out his battlecry, with a new focus showing on his face. The Admiral rolled his fighter over while flipping through available targets and aligned himself with the next inline to become one with the force. Ph'rranix accelerated to one hundred percent and simultaneously dropped his shield regeneration rate down to allow his fighter to move and maneuver better.
Closing in at an astonishing rate, Stormz switched to his missiles and prepared for a lock. The beeps quickened before becoming a single, long buzz and he released a single torpedo. The projectile slammed into the Rebel Y-wing's port side engine, igniting the fuel it carried and blasting the ship into oblivion.
A warning alarm snapped Ph'rranix out of his ecstatic state, as an assailant had managed to get a temporary lock on him and was attempting to gain another. [Haze, Icerr, get overr herre and wipe this scum off the map,] the Squadron Commander ordered. Weaving in and out while his squadron mates got in position, Stormz replenished his shield rate, knowing full well it wouldn't save him if the enemy's missile found it's mark.
Suddenly, the beeping stopped and Icer's voice came over the commanders comlink, giving him the all clear. The Hanger bay officer came over his comlink next, informing the commander to bring his squadron in at the squadron's convenience.
Meandering back, the squadron formed back up in the proper formation, three members short, and wiped a few more slime balls off the grid before latching back up in the hanger bay of the
Atrus.
The lights in the cockpit powered off suddenly and the canopy opened again, revealing the simulation room. The Admiral's body ached from the rolling, accelerating and shaking he'd endured during his last simulation and it took all his might to pull his weakened body out of the simulator.
Pulling himself together, now that he was out of the machine, the Wookiee walked off toward his personal quarters to clean up.
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