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Diving towards the dusty city of Mos Eisley, Kefka saw Gendis being dogged by laserfire from TIEs.

"Beta whats wrong with you guys, help him out!"

Spiraling upward, Kefka came in on another wing of bombers, and armed the ion cannon.

"Icy, get me a lock on the leader of that trio." The R3 gave out a whistle and the targeting computer locked on. Grimacing as fighters harassed his back, he shot the leader with the canon and watched as he spiraled out of control towards the sand dunes. Kefka cut the throttle and found the fighters harassing him zip forward in front of him. With no time to arm the ion cannon, he was left with no choise but to kill and he fired his lasers, only for the shots to be absorbed by the shields and the fighters to zip away.

"The difference between us and the Imps? We don't kill unless we have to. At least that bomber pilot had a chanc to go EV." he said on a private channel to Zendia.

Orrin had been strafing the ground targets, flying in between the buildings of Mos Eisley. The only thing he had to worry about was a random ATST popping up in front of him, but he didn't worry... until some bombs began pegging at his sheilds.

"WHO THE HELL IS DROPPING BOMBS?" he yelled to himself. The bombers weren't nearby on his scope, and only a friendly fighter was above him. The scrapnel and explosions were tearing up the city and streets, not to mention him either. Orrin was forced to pull up, switching more power from the engines and the sensors to the sheilds, going with double rear shielding, and powering up the weapons systems. And all while flying a barrel roll to dodge the two ties on his arse. They began pegging his a**, but the shields more than took care of the weaponry.

"What? You trying to actually shoot this thing down? It may be slow, but hell, it won't go down for a while." He stated, rotating the ion cannons back, and fired off a volley of shots, disabling the first fighter enough to crash into the second one. The bombers were going quickly, it seemed, since there were only a couple to begin with, and the fighters were going even faster. Orrin picked off one more bomber before swerving around.

"Finally. One squadron is plenty to take out all of this. Three pilots could do this job... we'll be done in three minutes..."

((guys, for future references, I didn't put it in this time, but if there's a certain number of fighters in the mission profile, you'll have to keep count...))

((lmao... barrel roll in a Y-Wing? that'd take like... 3 minutes to complete))

Gendis cued the comm. "Y'know, if someone came over and helped me, perhaps I wouldn't need to resort to desperate measures to get a Sith-load of fighters and bombers off my tail."

(( It's picking up ... good morning, Em Squad! ^^ ))

"Hey, thanks for the assist, Em Two!" Zendia chirped happily. Of course, the TIEs on her tail were enough to ruin anyone's day.
"Rusty, divert shields to rear, and see if you can get some locks with the ion cannon,"
Hearing Kefka's "hold your own," she nodded, just taking enough time to say "Affirmative!" before attempting to execute a cobra strike maneuver.
As the TIEs screamed by her, Zendia grimly armed the lasers and targeted the TIEs that zipped ahead.
Crimson bolts spat from her cannons, incinerating one TIE, and Rusty locked the ion cannon onto another, taking it out of the fight.

I should help them out, as well,
"Rusty! Divert as much power as you can to shields and guns!"
Zendia's Y-wing then rocketed - or as much as a Y-wing can do - to Kefka and Gendis' position.
Seeing the targeting crosshair light up with a fresh TIE, Zendia chirped "Good boy, Rusty!" before firing away, shearing off a wing as the TIE spun out of control.

(( It looks like the TIEs are winding down. Anywho, I just wanted to let you guys know that I expect to be gone most of the day, and part of tomorrow. So, if you need to "puppetmaster" me to the HQ, that's cool. ^^ ))

((Shrapnel, and aren't Y's equipted with proton bombs most of the time? And I still think Y's aren't as bad as everyone makes them out to be. Otherwise, they wouldn't still be using them after ROTJ...))


Orrin watched, blasting two more TIEs out of the sky. Of course, the next action would make him relieved. Freighters, owned by the outlaws, were beginning to take off in mass exodus. They took out what little remained for air cover on their way out, and Orrin noticed some Rebel freighters leaving with the pack.

He opened his coms.... for the first time. "Its your cue to get the hell outta here, follow the pack. Escaped Convict, out."

Orrin shut down all power from the lasers and boosted the engines even more, and equalized the shields, but drained some power from them as well to bolster the core. He climbed, sticking on the edge of the group, trying to punch in any coordinates he could for the jump to hyperspace.

"I kinda wish I had an R2 unit.... or an R5 at least.." he mumbled, watching the Ywing zip by the ISD.

(( Wow, nice and quick! ^^ And, I agree with Nelo - they're flying tanks! Oh, and RL stuffs didn't bit me in the butt, so I'm here! whee ))

Following the others, Zendia coaxed the little green Y-wing out of Tatooine's atmosphere, as the sky receded from a light blue, to a bejweled star speckled black.
As Zendia sped out of the amtosphere, and out of Tatooine's gravity well, she breathed a sigh of relief before issuing Rusty some instructions.
"Rusty, co-ordinates for the HQ, please?"

(( where is the base, anyway? sweatdrop ))

(( Good call. I like the parallels - Dantooine it is! ))