Bival Rhett fidgeted nervously in the cockpit of his T-65B X-wing,
double-checking everything and second-guessing even Ziggy's
calculations on his first time out in several weeks. The Corsairs
had lost a couple of X-wings in the last few weeks and thankfully no
pilots, but he was determined not to lose another X-wing on his
watch or face Anira's wrath at doing so. The astromech beeped,
signaling that they were about to emerge from hyperspace in the
vicinity of Esseles just as the mottled azure sky beyond his cockpit
first filled with streaks of black and then emerged as black blanket
with pinpricks of light that did not twinkle in the way they had in
the night sky of Pii 3. As data began pouring in from the space
around Esseles, Bival visually scanned the space around him as his
fingers drummed against the control stick. With more data, he began
to split his attention between his sensors and the space around him.
Flight Officer Zan Shelby nervously handled the controls of his new T-65B
X-wing fighter. Checking the flight controls, head-up display and
crosschecking the control panel with R5-D4's calculations. Zan hoped
his new X-wing fighter would last longer the previous ones. Zan
awaited to emerge from hyperspace, he welcomed the sight after
spending the last couple weeks cramped up inside a rebellion space
station. Officer Shelby received a seemingly helpful response, "well
R5-D4 I hope you're about that for both our fates." As Zan's X-wing
emerged from hyperspace, he began a quick scan of the space around
his current position. Zan took one giant deep breath, alright R5-D4
here we are, "Hopefully we will have some fun this time."
The Corellian Engineering Corporation Space Cruiser
moved across the shipping lanes near Esseles. The vessel's captain
looked over the crew members in front of him, making sure the young
officers maintained a vigilant watch at their stations. "Keep your
eyes open," the Captain said, motioning to the co-pilot who focused
on the ship's sensor systems.
A single blip appeared on Bival's scanners, sitting ripe for the
pickings in the shipping lanes. He pushed his throttle forward with
one hand while maneuvering his ship toward the cruiser with his
other. "Corsair Two, we've got a live one, do you copy?" he
spoke coolly into his comlink, shaking off his earlier anxiety about
being back in his craft.
Shelby replied over the com, "Two copy, over."
"Follow my lead. I'm going in," closing in range, Bival activated
his targeting computer, loading two proton torpedoes for firing, and
locked onto the Space Cruiser Equity. The distance closed
rapidly to firing range and in a moment's notice, he heard a firing
tone and pulled the trigger.
The Space Cruiser Equity was rocked by the proton torpedoes
from the first X-wing. The vessel's shields were disabled and its
hull took minor damage, and the captain sprung to life, "Get off a
Zan led his X-wing fighter behind Corsair one, Zan replied a command
over to R5-D4, "R5-D4 arm the proton torpedoes for launch on my
mark. We're going to make this attack short my little buddy." Zan
lined up his approach vector tightly so that the hull of the Space
Cruiser was centered on his heads up display. Zan yanked back
tightly on controls as he fired off the armed proton torpedoes at
the Space Cruiser's hull.
The crew of the Equity covered their eyes as an explosion
ripped through the ship. The second volley of proton torpedoes had
hit their mark, and caused considerable damage. However, hope was
not lost as the co-pilot transmitted a distress call to all nearby
"Two contacts bearing down on us. TIEs. Two, break contact and take
one down. I'm on the leader, " Bival declared to his squadron mate.
Just as he was about to force the surrender of an Imperial ship,
once again there were interlopers. While deactivating his targeting
computer, Bival pulled his X-wing around to bear down on the lead
TIE/ln. With his droid howling a warning at him about closing
speeds, Bival pulled the trigger and fired off a salvo of crimson
energy at the TIE/ln.
Lieutenant Sarden grumbled as the bolts skipped harmlessly off his
wing panels, the ship shuddering just a moment as it continued its
high pitched wine towards the enemy. His voice rang out in the com
unit to his wingman, "Tallyho, two contacts, twelve o'clock low.
Keep them off that cruiser. She's already wounded."
Zan pulled away from the the transport and engaged after the second
TIE/ln fighter. Zan thinking to himself, "You're mine you SOB." Zan
aimed the center of his head-up display onto the hull of the second
small TIE/ln fighter. Zan fired off a large burst of laser cannon
blaster shots at the second TIE/ln.
Flight Officer Yarrik jinked left to avoid the shot. Well his hull was
starting to take a beating as Yarrik made a quick maneuver that
brought him behind the prick that shot at him. He aligned him with
his targeting array and then fired. Rounds chewing their way towards
Zan attempted to weave sharply to the left and right to avoid the
rapid blaster fire coming from his six. Luckily the shielding took
the majority of the laser damage, but he believed he had a chance at
another pass at this guy if Corsair Seven did not get involved this
"Don't lose it, Two! Get out of here! I'll cover you!"
called over the comlink as Ziggy updated him on his wingman's
condition. He did not want Zan to lose another ship.
Lieutenant Sarden turned his craft easily, dropping in behind the
undamaged X-wing, which was presumably the leader. He hated the
rebels, because they had been playing run and gun during every
engagement he had flown in, and he had yet to bring one down. He
aimed to correct this one as he depressed the dual triggers, sending
the short burst of green laser off towards the X-wing's engines.
"Two, that's an order! You get out of here," Bival growled over the
comlink. Losing men was not an option. His shields were blown away
and flames burst from parts of his ship he had not known were
flammable while sparks and acrid smoke emerged from instrument
panels in his cockpit. "Well, I can't exactly return my X-wing with
Anira in this shape without an Imperial to claim for it ... tag 'em
and bag 'em, Two! Take the safety off," Bival pulled his ailing
craft around to bear down on the TIE/ln that had nearly taken out
Zan. He could barely draw a bead on the TIE/ln in his craft, but he
did so, and pulled the trigger roughly, hoping some of the Force
came through and helped him along.
''My ride is toast! Send a pickup crew after you bag these bastards!
Punching out!'' the Imperial pilot barked as Yarrik smacked the
ejection button and was propelled into the darkness of space and
Zan pulled the X-wing off to engage behind the TIE/ln leader,
weaving the X-wing back and forth to center the TIE/ln's hull on his
head-up display. Before firing off laser blasts from his laser
cannons, he replied to R5-D4, "Wish me Luck". Zan jammed down the
firing button to fire off bursts of laser fire onto the TIE/ln.
There was a sudden flair in the TIE/ln, the ejection circuits
activating, and jettisoned Sarden into space. The rest of the craft
detonated behind him.
Bival switched his comlink over to broadcasting frequency, buoyed by
their unexpected victory. "Imperial Space Cruiser. Your escorts have
been destroyed and you are defenseless. Surrender your craft to me,"
he was attempting to be civil and left out the ultimatum of
The captain of the Space Cruiser Equity replied defiantly
over the comlink, "We do not negotiate with terrorists." The
transmission was followed by static as the damaged Space Cruiser
continued to cruise towards Esseles.
Bival coasted his limping craft in behind the Space Cruiser, lining
up his targeting reticule as precisely as he could. He was desperate
to capture any Imperial craft, strategic advantage or not. Gingerly,
he squeezed off a burst of fire from his laser cannons at the rear
of the damaged Space Cruiser.
The cockpit of the Space Cruiser Equity erupted in a massive
explosive. The explosion continued through the remainder of the
vessel, erupting in a massive debris field. There were no survivors.
Over the comlink, Zan reacted to Bival's destroying the Space
Cruiser, "Damn it Bival, not again."
"Alright, Two. Let's go home. Don't tell me that. Capturing is an
option, not a requirement, " Bival spat back at his wingman while
punching the coordinates into the navcomputer. In a moment, he was
whisked away into hyperspace, heading back toward their base when
the shakes returned and overtook him, staying with him for a long
Zan replied overzealously over the com channel, "But I would at
least once like to capture an Imperial Cruiser. Or is your bloodlust
too uncontrolled for that, Seven!"