Imperial Ambush     All alone in space, Commander Freya, his squadron lost and his X-wing lossing fuel,sat hopelessly in space. He would have jumped to hyperspace, had his hyperdrive not been damaged in the past dogfight. So his only choice was to drift endlessly through space till his home carrier, the Escort Carrier Salvation, arrived. If it did arrive.     At the start of the battle he radioed that the squadron was being attacked and was greatly outnumbered. Before he engaged he requested reinforcements. The Empire’s TIE Defenders had made short work of his squadron, but left a few of them dead and adrift, then retreated to hyperspace. From the tatics of them, he figured the most be setting an ambush for the Salvation. He wished he could radio them to warn them.     As he waited, Freya scanned space for any signs of the Salvation’s entry, or the Empire’s. After a couple minutes of that, he decided to conserve his oxygen and rest until it’s arrival. Just as closed his eyes, his R2 unit, Dagger, whistled and beeped out in alarm. Quickly he took up his visual scan again and saw what the fuss was about, the Salvation had arrived.  It was a couple kilometers out, but closing fast.     Freya saw a couple squadrons launched from her haul, one X-wing and B-wing, he guessed from their exit speeds and size. A couple more, larger craft, recovery vessels. The X-wings ran point and swung back aroung to cover the perimeter, while the B-wings escorted the revory vessels and guarded the Salvation.     That task was made a little more difficult due to the sudden return of the TIE Defenders. This time, however, it came occupanied by an Interdictor and a Stike Cruiser. Freya was right, the destruction of his squadron was just a follie, to lure the Salvation into a trap. It had succeded.     The  Salvation scrambled all its fighter squadrons, an equal match to the number of TIE Defenders now. However, the Interdictor and her escort scrambled all their fighters, three TIE Bomber squadrons, with an escort of two TIE Interceptor squadrons, headed right for the Salvation.     The Salvation’s five squadrons moved to intercept, but were doomed. The four Defender squadrons wiped up the two B-wings before they could reach the bombers. Then the interceptors moved in to threwt the remaining X-wings. That combined with the defenders finished them off easy. Now the Salvation was doomed. Freya  watched the action from inside his cockpit.     After the battle, an Imperial tow hauled him into the hanger bays of the Strike Cruiser. He found that he and and his first leutinant were the only pilots left of his squadron. He soon realized that that was only temporary, and he would join his squadronmates in death      - Michael Rose -