Dressed in his battle armor, Sergeant Evan Teague spared a look at
his chronometer as he made his way to the YT-1300. The mission was
fairly simple, get onto Brentaal intact and alive, yet he knew it
was much easier said than done. He made his way to the lowered ramp,
eyes glancing up and down the ship as if he were giving it a quick
grade. It would hold, he was sure of it. He found a vacant seat and
settled himself into it, buckling the safety restraints tightly. Now
he would do the only thing a ground soldier could do during space
Lieutenant Jos was getting things ready for their trip. He was
loading up cargo, as well for cover ... he will need it. Also having
people onboard the Ghost Rider other then himself. His eyes
looked the man over and nodded to him. "We will be getting going
here in a little," his voice came from the lift area.
Bival Rhett, Corsair Seven, mounted the ladder to his T-65B X-wing,
black synthleather gloves ... hands in his trusty gloves, the ones
his mother had given him many years ago and had worn out many times
since ... hanging on as he tossed his helmet into the cockpit, one
final glance checking out his ship from a better vantage point. "Not
bad," he thought to himself, "I may just be ready to fly again."
Ziggy, his astromech, bleeped at him from his spot atop the X-wing.
His ground crew banged the side of the ship, calling out, "Seven's
ready. Locked down, topped off, and ready to go. Good hunting."
Bival nodded to the mechanic and climbed up the ladder, moving his
helmet aside to slide into the cockpit. Settling down, he pulled his
helmet on, cinching the chin strap tight before buckling his five
point harness. "Ziggy, is the ship ready?" His yellow astromech
warbled at him while a translation appeared inside his cockpit. He
began confirming his ship's readiness during preflight checks,
making sure that there were no ambiguous or out of tolerance
readings that could scrub his flight with this ship. "Lasers, check.
Torpedoes hot," he turned on his communications system, then
switched to the squadron channel, though leaving his microphone off
for the moment. He continued on with his preflight. "Targeting
system, calibrated and in tolerance. Deflector shield generators
nominal and ready to go live. Engines spun up and warm. Repulsors
within spec. Mission computer online and recording."
Zan Shelby, Corsair Two, slowly mounted upward the ladder into the
cockpit of his X-wing starfighter. He looked across from his X-wing
to see Bival. He climbed into the cockpit seat, felt uncomfortable
from the start. This was the first time he had been in a new squad
since his transfer, he kind of had the right to be nervous. Seating
himself down, he looked around the cockpit and went through his
preflight checklist. Checked the fighter's astromech droid, which he
had not named yet. Maybe Zef would be a good name for the droid, "OK
Zef, you get through today and I'll buy ya a Ruby Bliel." He sat
down in the cockpit seat almost ready to go, but his right hand
would not stop shaking from the nervousness through his cold body,
"OK Zan, calm down. You have done this before, but with a shuttle,
breathe slowly and you'll be fine." Breathe slowly as he told
himself to. He checked his communication system first of the systems
on his checklist, "Corsair Two, checking comm, over."
Jos looked about. Seeing only one of the men that he was going to be
taking. "Where is the other at?" looking right at the first
passenger. Not liking this at all.
Bival heard Corsair Two come over the system, and checked his comm,
"Two, I read you. This is Seven. Element leader, actual. Do you
Zan looked over the computer readings and replied to Element
Leader's reply over the comm, "Copy Seven, almost done with my
preflight. How is it on your side?"
While Bival waited for Two to respond, he fired up his fusial thrust
engines, which took over internal power from the generators once
they went live from the starters.
Jos' hands flipped on the power to the engines, as they roared to
life. Flipping on the jump computer and the navcomputer all at the
same time. A smile formed on his face. This was the part he loved.
Slowly lifting off the landing pad, as the landing gear lifted up
and into the YT-1300, as the ship made its way into space.
"He's on his way, I'm sure," Evan assured calmly. Either that, or
the man would be summarily left behind without a second thought.
Evan pressed his back against his seat, smiling grimly. He hated
space travel, what was more, he hated space battles. But, here we
"We're in the green over here, two. Good hunting," Bival closed the
cockpit canopy and the life support system hissed as it pressurized
the cockpit and began feeding recycled air to him.
Zan fired up the main engines on his X-wing starfighter, the burst
of power shook the cockpit a bit. Closing his cockpit he prayed for
a safe flight like always, feeling the recycled air being around and
a last on his preflight, he quietly strapped on his rebel helmet, "I
already miss walking on land."
"Corsair Two is green for launch, control," Zan said over the comm.
Jos looked at the readouts he was getting. All seemed to be going
very good for him and the Anthem. Making sure he had the
jump already from Rhinnal to Brentaal set in the computer ... s beep
came from the computer. mostly to himself, "Of time to get going."
As the Ghost Rider shot out of the nebula, his hands flew
over the controls of the ship. As the YT-1300 made her run to
hyperspace from Rhinnal.
Rhett turned his comms over to launch control's channel and spoke
into the live mic, "Control, this is Corsair Seven, element actual,
requesting launch permission for Corsair element." Launch control
came back over the comm, his voice distorted by the scrambling
software. "Corsair element, Two and Seven are cleared for launch.
Good hunting, boys." Rhett switched back over to the squadron
channel, "One at a time, two. Follow my lead."
"No problem, Seven," Zan replied.
Rhett eased his ship up on its repulsors, elevating it two meters
above the durasteel plating of the deck before flipping the switch
to raise his landing skids. With three greens for the LG, he eased
his craft forward to a speed of five MGLT, gliding past the other
craft in the slip, including the rest of Corsair's X-wings and the
Y-wing squadron. Once he exited the hangar of their nebula base, he
pulled his craft out of the way and onto a bearing of 227 before
allowing his craft to drift further into the nebula, just like in
Zan watched from his cockpit with amazement in his eyes. He gently
placed his hands onto the X-wing controls and breathed slowly, "OK,
Zan, it's like the simulator." Seeing Corsair Seven exit the hanger,
he gently thrust his fighter forward to the launch waited for the
three greens signaling him to launch. "Oh why not," he boosted the
speed of the fighter to seven MGLT, thrusting past the sqaudron's
other fighters and bombers, off toward the hanger exit
Jos got the OK from his navcomputer, as he pushed full power to the
hyper engines. Going from Rhinnal to Brentaal. Should be fun. The
YT-1300 entered into hyperspace. "Now for the fun," knowing it was
not going to take long for this run at all. The YT-1300 dropped out
of hyperspace close to Brentaal.
Bival began the mission countdown chrono. If everything was going as
it should, which it usually did not, the transport should be
entering hyperspace about that moment.
Zan gently pulled back on his controls as he thrust out of the
hanger and breathed a sigh of relief. Changed to a bearing of 227,
then allowed the craft to drift into the giant nebula.
Lieutenant Trolg piloted his Sienar Fleet Systems TIE/ln through the
area of space near Brentaal, on his routine patrol of inspecting
incoming and outgoing space traffic. His eyed widened when he
detected the new YT-1300 appear on his screens, exiting hyperspace
almost directly in front of him. He adjusted his flight controls to
steer directly towards the transport to perform his scan. He
activated his comlink to the YT-1300 as his starfighter closed to
scanning range, "Unidentified transport ... please identifty. Over."
Jos' eyes narrowed. Dang TIEs ... did they not have anything better
to do then bug him, "This is the Ghost Rider ... what can I
help you with? Over."
Lieutenant Trolg's TIE/ln began scanning the YT-1300 as he returned
transmission over the comlink, "What is your cargo and destination.
The TIE fighter pilot Darius Raven stared out of the slits of his helmet. His
radar rang clear except for a contact and his wing mate. While the
Lieutenant played diplomat the second TIE was closing towards the
new arrival. Everything ran green across the board. From lasers to
the oxygen level funneling through the cockpit. A glance was given
towards the fuel lines. Everything was perfect. His comm chirped as
he listened in on Trolg's transmission.
Jos' voice came back over the comm to the TIE, "Cargo is dried
goods. It is going to Brentaal ... over."
Lieutenant Trolg's screen flashed as his sensor scan detected
weapons signatures aboard the YT-1300. After hours of endless
patrols, he had finally found one of the transports that he was
looking for, "Anthem ... our sensors indicate you are carrying
weaponry. Power down and prepare to receive boarders, or you will be
fired upon. Over."
Jos chuckled. Hitting the button for the X-wings to start with their
operation. He did not have time to play these games. He cut back on
power some until the X-wings started in, "Understood."
A signal lit up on Bival's comm, blinking right as the chrono hit
zero. Excellent, "Punch it, Two. Maintain radio silence, call 'em as
you see 'em and keep 'em off your tail. Just like the drills." He
threw the throttle to 100%, the acceleration kicking him back into
his bucket seat as his craft accelerated to 100 MGLT.
Lieutenant Trolg activated his comlink to his command ship, the
Imperial Star Destroyer Warspite, to inform them of his
findings, "Warspite ... this is Trolg ... we've detected a
transport carrying weapons ... deploy one of the shuttles."
Zan jammed the throttle to its maximum acceleration behind Corsair
While the nebula obscured everything further than the length of his
craft away, Bival's nav system showed him the direction of the
target, and he gently guided his craft toward the Corellian Space
Zan postioned himself in the direct path toward the Corellian Space
In a few moments, the nebula gradually began thinning out as Bival
neared the edges. They began to see the brightest stars in the
galaxy through the gases, "Arm your torpedoes, Two. Stay in
Zan thought to himself, "Something ain't right here. This seems too
Jos' hands tightened around his controls. "Come on where are they?"
he thought. He still had the dang TIEs on his ship and was not
liking it at all.
Lieutenant Hawkins, the pilot of the space cruiser
detected the incoming X-wings on sensors. "Ensign," he shouted, "Get
us some blasted help out here!"
Zan flipped the switch in which armed his proton torpedoes,
maneuvered his fighter under the soft belly of Corsair Seven's
"Tighten it up a little bit. You're too loose. Stick to your lasers.
Lock S-foils in attack position, " Bival called as he flipped the
switch to give his X-wing its deadly and familiar X shape, the
action simultaneously arming his lasers and setting them to the
default dual fire linked configuration. The Corellian Space Cruiser
began to distinguish itself among the other stars as they cleared
the nebula, it being a slightly different color and slightly larger
than the blanket of stars it was set against.
The Corellian Space Cruiser's co-pilot immediately got on the
comlink, issuing a general distress call to all Imperial ships in
"OK, sir," Zan switched his X-wing into its infamous attack
"Lieutenant, sir!" Raven's radio chirped, "we have an incoming
distress signal from an Imperial ship." That hard and rough voice
bit through the com link, ''Should we saddle up and go play cavalry
and come to the rescue?''
Lieutenant Trolg looked at his comlink and saw that the nearby space
cruiser was about to come under attack. "Blast!" he shouted before
activating his comlink, "Officer Raven ... form up and let's get
With lasers ready and torpedoes hot, Zan felt brave enough to take
on the whole Imperial fleet right about now.
Lieutenant Trolg maneuvered his TIE/ln away from the YT-1300 and
accelerated his starfighter to its top speed, heading towards the
space transport and the two rebel X-wings.
''That's a roger. What about this bastard?'' Raven said staring at
the vessel that was making to stop. Flying his TIE in tight
formation with maximum throttle and acceleration, ''Oh bugger it.
Let's kill some Rebs.''
"Hold your fire, make a pass and then come back around and let 'er
rip." Rhett pushed his stick slightly forward, dipping the nose of
his craft to pass under the aging Corellian Space Cruiser and give
those aboard a good scare.
"Roger that," Zan replied, yanking upward and rolling counter clock
rise over the Corellian Space Cruiser.
Jos chuckled, as the TIEs will bug out to help their friends that
is. Hitting the engines to full power, making his way to Brentaal.
Felt the Ghost Rider shake some from the power to her
engines. No way he was going to get stopped from getting
where he wanted to go at all. Making his way into the atmosphere.
Zan was focused. He felt faster, stronger, and was dangerous
even to his allies when he was in that good of a mood.
Passing under the Corellian Space Cruiser, Bival immediately threw his
stick forward and to his right, twisting into a reverse Immelman
that turned into an upward climb at the belly of the cruiser. He
centered his targeting reticule on the craft and pulled the trigger
to let a burst of fire fly.
The bursts of laser cannons struck the Corellian Space Cruiser,
which was rocked with minor damage to its shields.
A snarl was given as Raven pursued the attacking X-wing fighter. The
bastard was going to attack the Imperial Navy was he!? He followed
the X-wing's path as he attempted to sidle up behind him .
Attempting to get the craft in the sights of the square. His hand
jerked the trigger sending green lasers spitting towards the X-wing.
Bival's ship was rocked with laser fire behind, while his shields
took the brunt of the damage as he spun away. He checked his
diagnostics, which showed his shields at 66%. "Frell!" he called out
Lieutenant Trolg observed his wingman attacking the lead X-wing, and
his targeting crosshair immediately lined up with the second X-wing
in the formation. His fingers pulled back on the trigger unleashing
two laser blasters at the X-wing.
Zan felt intense rumbling through the fighter. "Damnit," he
"Get out of here, Two! You're no good to me dead!" Bival cursed his
luck that his wingman would be damaged this badly in the first
moments of engagement.
Fearing being blown out of the sky, Zan shoved the throttle back to
maximum and jet back towards the nebula for cover, "I'm sorry,
"Just get clear and make sure they don't follow you,"
Zan's X-wing starfighter retreated to the safety of the nebula, "Becareful,
Zan thought deep with the sub thought of his mind, "Damn it Zan, you
blew it again." He slammed his fist hard against the fighter's
Rhett growled, frustrated and tense as he slid his stick to its
maximum range of movement, flipping his fighter over and around to
line up on the fighter furthest from him, the one that'd shot at his
wing both out of anger, and knowing he could not turn on his pursuer
at the moment. He let a burst of laser fire fly at his target.
Lieutenant Trolg's TIE/ln shook violent as the laser cannons
impacted his hull. Sparks flew from his control panel as the hull of
his craft was lowered to only fifty-percent of its former rating, "Gaaah."
"You want some more!?'' Raven snarled as he banked left to line him
right up with the enemy fighter pilot. The sights locked onto the
target as he depressed the trigger sending laser pursuing the
Verdant laser fire streaked past his fighter and off into the dead
of space as Bival breathed a sigh of relief at dodging his pursuer's
Recovering control of his craft, Lieutenant Trolg lined the sole
remaining X-wing in his crosshairs. Lining the X-wing in his sights,
he pulled back on the trigger unleashed two laser bolts at the
Laser fire stroked Bival's shields, a small blossom of flame from
the impact as one bolt spent its energy being deflected while the
other streaked off into the space to the starboard of his fighter.
He eased his fighter down, before kicking the throttle back for an
instant as he stood it on its starboard s-foils. Half an instant
later, his fighter was arcing back the way it had come as he kicked
the throttle back up to full. He lined his targeting reticule up on
his pursuer just as he pulled the trigger to loose a blast of
''Go back to flight school, you suck!'' Raven said giving a very
rude gesture towards the X-wing fighter pilot. Once again he was
looping back towards the enemy fighter, maneuvering for a position
behind the stupid X-wing fighter pilot. Letting loose a bunch of
lasers, "Just die already jerk."
Verdant energy washed over the fringes of Bival's shields,
dispelling most of the energy without being reduced significantly.
Zan looked at his fuel meter, which now was getting low, but he did
not want to leave his wingman behind, "Come on Seven, get out of
Lieutenant Trolg steadied his aim at the X-wing, growing weary of
the endless stalemate as was common in dogfights. He pulled back on
his trigger unleashing another wave of blaster fire at the craft.
More verdant fire washed over Bival's shields while one bolt
streaked off into the abyss of space. His shields dipped again,
significantly, but he was more confident now. He rolled his fighter
over toward the nebula, his mission chrono having counted down more
than enough time for the freighter to escape. If he continued this
game, more Imperials would arrive, and the Rebels didn't need more
dead men. He doubled his rear shields, locked his s-foils in cruise
position and high tailed it out of there.
Zan could not wait much longer or his ship would be lost and so
"Lieutenant, this is Raven. I'm returning to base. Over," he said
pulling away and heading back towards there carrier for some much
"Let him go, Raven." Lieutenant Trolg stated on the comlink
reluctantly, "If we follow him into that nebula we'll never find our
way back out. With any luck he'll rot in there. That damned
freighter made it to the surface. The Admiral isn't going to like
this. Hopefully one of the other patrols had better luck."