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"Don't let it happen again," Zendia laughed. "Well, let's keep these Imps off the ground crew's back," she said, checking her scopes. This bunch might be running, but, were I the wagering type, I'd say that they're coming back with their buddies,

((Uhh, Padme, I think it's Bishop that's down. Unless Jakar is too...))
"Orrin, respond." Owen continued on the comm, awaiting a response. "How close are we to done?"

"Quit yer bitchin'. Focus on keeping things clear, not the time it takes. What do you want me to do? Run in there with a blasters and help kill off some stormies? They have the coordinates, but they've met with resistance."

Orrin stood on the entrance ramp, blasting off the occasional perimeter guard attempting to seal off the entrance.

Zendia frowned, listening to the status reports. "The ground crew has their job. Ours is to try to make their's easier."
"That being said, let's keep the Imp monkeys off their back," she said, checking her scopes. "We have four dupes, and eight eyeballs in the air,"
she said, before turning her focus groundward. "And, a couple of chickens, as well as a squad or two of snowmen."
She then gave a call to the squad. "Those of you who still have torps left, concentrate on the walkers. If not, swat some flies!"

With that, Zendia maneuvered, focusing herself on the lead bomber. "Rusty, you know what to do," she said, as Rusty expertly diverted power as needed for shields and lasers, whistling while he worked.

It seemed that the bomber pilot was better than the last batch, managing to stay out of Zendia's crosshairs while she tried to get a lock. This guy's good! she thought, as a pair of TIEs broke off to engage her. But it's time to show I'm better! she mentally added, a pair of bolts being absorbed by her shields, breaking into a climb.

The two TIEs followed her, firing green death hot on her heels. "Rusty, let's give these guys a slower target - what do you say?" she said. The beeped response came on her display, translating to What have you in mind?
"We're going to dive towards the ground forces," she said with a grin. Rusty beeped approval, commending the young pilot's craftiness, the beeps and whistles translated on her read-out to state this.
"Minimum power to engines, and crank what you can to the inertial compensator," she said, lest she be crushed by the G-forces of a dive bomb maneuver.

She dove. Or rather, fell quickly to the ground. Zendia winced at what G-forces were still in effect with the descent. "Cut it as close as you can, then fire up the engines," she said with strain in her voice.

And then, the engines stalled. Stang! We're going to be a crater! she darkly mused, as Rusty gave an alarmed whistle. Zendia then flicked the various switches related to the engines, while Rusty did his part to bring them back online.

The engine read-out was dark and red as Zendia feverishly flicked the switches. And then, with just a meter to spare, the read-out finally glowed a pleasant green, as Rusty beeped in triumph.

The TIEs, eager to strafe her wreckage, had a rude awakening as they fired on their fellows.

Zendia then rocketed upwards, and hoped to let the bomber's overconfidence be his undoing. Sure enough, the bomber pilot was taken by surprise, as Zendia let crimson bolts loose into it. As she was faster than the bomber, she reversed herself, allowing herself a moment to finish the job. And with that, she was rewarded with watching the bomber spiral down towards Kessel's surface.

(( If I'm not mistaken, bombers are called "dupes". ))

"So goes the Imperial mentality," Zendia sighed, another TIE in her targeting crosshairs. "They don't even have shields!" she said, letting loose a volley of red bolts, immolating the TIE's ball cockpit.

Zendia received the coordinates, as Rusty beeped confirmation. "Consider that path cleared, Big Bantha," She then sent a message to the squad. "Gang, you heard the man. It seems it's time to boogey on out of here. If it shoots at us, shoot back,"

The bombers led the way to the pick up site, as the fighters picked up some speed. Zendia turned her X-wing about, and let loose another volley, shredding the top section of a TIE's wing, which spun out of control, and crashed into one of it's fellows. Morons in this batch of Imps, she sighed, listening in on the comm frequency. Father, maybe? she dared to hope.