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((You mean your name and the name of the squadron? I already used Topaz, I had to think of another gem...))

Move for move, inch for inch, the interceptor dogged the A-wing's six.

"You are too good to stay alive," Orrin said, moving further and further away from the orbital fight, and down into the air. In the atmosphere, he hoped his vanes would give him a small edge against the fixed interceptor, but it mattered little it seemed. As he found out, he had no time to dive to the planet, instead forced to go back to the fight.

Fighting the urge, Orrin had to avoid putting a team mate in between him and his pursuer. But he was running out of tricks fast, and in space there's little you can do about maneuvering.

"In cases like these, I wish there was an asteroid field nearby."

(( There's also Ametyhst, Sapphire, and ... I think each month has one. ^^ Pearl, mayhaps? I usually gank from folklore and various animals. ))

"Looks like you need some help, old man," Zendia said, rocketing toward the squint and Orrin. "Give me some juice, Rusty," she called out, with the droid whistling compliance. "Azure, cover me,"

Ace looked around the surrounding space through his canopy. His X-Wing was the only one marked for Azure squadron still flying. He jerked the stick hard and turned back towards the main Emerald fighters.

"Permission to join Em flight for the remainder of this mission?" Ace asked as his X-Wing circled the surrounding space.

Ace smiled. "Thanks, Uh, name's Ace...callsign is...or was Azure Four..." He chuckled nervously as his X-Wing circled the other fighters.

Wyvern beeped a few times, catching Ace's attention. "Hey...Enemy fighter strength down to 63% of what it started with..." He smiled as a pair of Eyeballs flew past his X-Wing. Apparently they didn't see him and Ace brought his fighter behind the two.

He pressed down on the trigger letting lose a blast of red lasers, hitting both eyeballs and exploding them.

The interceptors met move for move, in a dance which would have been excellent to watch at any show. Orrin could tell this pilot was not like the others; he was stronger, faster, and knew how to push the limits of his craft.

"My old bones may not enjoy this tomorrow, but my soul will be pleased whatever the outcome may be."

The pair broke apart, pulling back on their sticks, almost synchronized with each other, as red and green fired across thier bows. The intereceptors bolted directly at each other, each going left to pull the same stunt horizontally.

"Why does this seem so familiar?" Orrin asked himself, as he baded the thrusters back, making a space break and pushed the craft into another direction. The interceptor's lock would not break, but neither would his. Several TIE fighters decided to help their comrade, but broke off then the lead smashed into the side, causing the interceptor to wobble around.

It was his chance, his opportunity. Lining up directly behind the TIE, flashbacks flooded of memories long gone. No matter how much he wished to pull the trigger, the drive no longer had any effect. No rage, no urge, nothing. He let the fighter go, let it leave the battlefield for another day, but not before blasting past in respect.

"Guys, we have incoming," Orrin said, as twelve, then 17 blips came up on his radar. "The distraction worked... Let's get out of here before the compliments of three ISDs decide to see what's causing a ruckus, saavy?"

The Azure Squadron pilot brought his X-Wing along side one of the Em Squad fighter. He looked at the green X-Wing and nodded.

"Em leader, I have something I'd wish to ask when we return to base.."

Ace settled into formation and looked over at her X-Wing. "It probably would be easier to discuss back at base. My entire squadron was just destroyed and I would like to transfer into Emerald Squadron, if that's all possible.