The X-Wing League is well underway and Imperial Forces are out to a strong lead. I have yet to contribute to this lead myself, but here is a peek and one of the many variations to my list.
“This is Halberd One to all squardrons, Long-range telemetry shows the Imperial fleet massing at point Zooloo-Four-Two. Drop out of hyperspace and accelerate to attack velocity,” ordered the calm voice of Cmdr. Dar Hadron. He was a veteran of the Clone Wars and as such was one of the oldest and most experienced pilots in the Alliance. In fact the old space dog had fought on both sides of the Galactic Civil War, having piloted cargo freighters for the Empire before eventually being recruited by the Rebels after the destruction of Alderaan.
“Remember, our mission is to harass the enemy fighter wings. Avoid engagement with the capital ships at all cost. This is not a seek and destroy mission, ladies.” Hadron listened to the chorus of affirmatives and Rogers from his squad, confining his orders.
“Gonna do it this time, Erma! I’m gonna make Ace with this sortie for sure!” blurted a young sounding voice over the comms. Hadron didn’t even need to check his panel to know who was speaking.
“Cut the chatter ‘Mynock,’ you’re on the squadron channel. All fighters prepare to engage, T-minus 30 seconds until the drop to normal space.” Hadron checked his read outs and adjusted his harness. He keyed a few commands to his astromech unit, and the streaks of white coalesced into the familiar pinpricks of distant starlight. He set his S-fools to attack position and opened up his thrusters to full speed. His B-wing wouldn’t keep pace with the faster A-wing fighters but for now his ship took up the vanguard position. His targeting array started to flash red with the confirmation of enemy forces directly ahead.
“All fighters, engage the enemy, T-minus 20 minutes until we jump back to hyperspace. Plenty of time to make our presence known.”
*** Admiral Naiman was standing on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer “Abraxas” looking at the forward view port. Any enemy vessels would be at too great a distance to see with the naked eye but the viewport glass would automatically magnify the battle.
“Several squads of enemy fighters dropping out of Hyperspace and junction 009. They will engage the 707 in less than a minute,” said an ensign at one of the forward scanners. The veiwport showed him the trails of jet wash the enemy squadron left behind.
“Excellent,” Naiman said, more to himself than to any of his crew, “now they will witness the full might of our Imperial forces!”
*** To be continued.