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"Well, stang." The cruisers filled Selkisto's view, and he allowed himself a sigh before he gave his orders. "Alright, Reds, now it's 4 rounds for each surviving pilot."

"Damn, lead. No way."

"Alright, 5."

"You're gettin' there."

"Ok then, Cacheth, 10 rounds. You're gonna make me a poor, poor man."

His squadron moved into action, "You actually think we'll make it out of this alive, lead?"

"Dammit, Red 12, shut the hell up and shoot!"

The B-Wing led the assault this time, absorbing lasers that threatened to hit his other pilots. They flew in nearly single file, one wing behind the other, to minimize their profile to the immense white dagger that grew larger through their dark transparisteel cokpits. The squadron picked off a dozen vulture droids before it got within range of the bridge.

"Standard proceedure for the shield towers, okay reds?"

"Roger, lead."

The two squadrons seperated in opposite directions to Selkisto's left and right, and he decelerated to let them pass and spread laserfire over the towers. He came in with the final blow, sending torpedoes at each one in stagered pairs from the two launchers mounted at the base of his fighter's "neck."

"Good shot, reds!"

"Just like we've done a million times before, lead."

"You got it, Jayce. Now we... woah!"

"It's blowing up from the inside?!"

"Looks like Gold squadron beat us to its belly. Ah well, we'll have to take the next destroyer."

"Roger, lead."

They repeated the same procedure to eliminate its shields before going underneath to take out its reactor with sustained fire and a couple torpedoes from each of the fighters in the squadron. They were not without losses at this point, however. Red 7 was EVA and probably dead, and 11's status was unknown.

"Alright, Gamma wing, Sigma wing, one less round for you." It wasn't meant to be a joke, and Selkisto's voice was edged with anger and slight despair, which was easily readable over the comm.

"Yes, sir." Red 3 sounded just as dejected, and for the same reason.

The squadron headed for the other ships now, they managed to disable and destroy another Star Destroyer, but not before exhausting their payload, Selkisto excluded. They managed to pick off another few squadrons off before focusing on the dreadnaughts; he knew that an incomplete squadron of weary fighter pilots wouldn't last long against the lancer.

"Alright, Reds, we're going against all the books. We don't have the firepower to take all of these things down. I'll deactivate the turbolaser batteries. Beta, lasers. Gamma, ion cannons. Sigma, take your pick."

"Roger, lead."

"So you really don't wanna buy us drinks, do ya, Lead?" Red 2 spiraled with his wing towards the nearest laser implacement, releasing a fire linked quartet of lasers, followed by his wingmates in their straffing run.

"You kidding? You all know I'm the cheapest a*****e in the galaxy." He took on a more serious tone. "Good luck, guys, may the Force be with you, whatever you prefer.'

With that, he chose his dreadnaught, the one behind that which Beta was attacking. Gama followed suit. "Suggest we form a new wing, lead?"

"Acknowledged. 3 and 9 on me. We're alpha now."

"Acknowledged, lead."

"You got it, lead."

Cale glanced out a window as he played his cards, watching a somewhat battered landspeeder pull up outside. he shrugged it away and laid down a few cards.

a tatooed thug burst in the door and demanded Adar make him a drink. when the Akanian professed he didn't have it, the thug threatened to blast him.
The whole display irked Cale.
"Nerf Herder." The Outlaw said a bit too loudly.

"Heh. nice try. I won't lose my temper and embarrass myself. My brother taught me not to loose my cool. And I don't feel like moving out of this place. It's nice. And it's not my fault this place doesn't have my favorite drink. I named my ship out of it."

He pulled on his goggles and leaned on the chair and chuckled.

He chuckled even more and showed him the gun.

"Look closely. I wouldn't shoot him, even if I wanted to. This gun is fake. I'm your average thrill-seeker, who just grew up with a dull lifestyle, and wants to do it the exciting way. See the speeder out there? Not mine. Stole it from a wealthy man. I would never do anything to the poorer folks. They are deprived enough. I may be an outlaw, but I have principles."

"I'm a lone wolf, myself. But when the need of others really kicks in, I'll pretty much fight for everyone."

"The exact words Kyle said."