I do not own Star Wars
Jaina Solo had no idea what was happening. One second, she was firing at an Imperial TIE Fighter, the next, a mysterious ship comes out of hyperspace, almost causing her death.
The TIE had also been thrown off balance, but all it managed to do was turn straight into the debris that had been his partner just moments ago. It exploded, and the light illuminated the unknown spacecraft's side for a second. She had some difficulty reading it, so she came to a dead stop in the middle of nowhere.
It had wings towards it rear, smooth, and extending all the way to the back. A tail fin extended from its back, as well. On the sides, next to the wings, the words UNITED STATES could be seen.
Never heard of them, Jaina thought. A symbol was pasted next to the words, red and white stripes, and in the top left corner, a smaller square, blue, with numerous stars embedded on it. She looked to the front, and noticed what she figured was the name of the ship.
Phoenix? Interesting name.
Her comm crackled.
"Jaina? You okay?"
That would be Kyp.
"Yeah. Ever seen anything like this?" She asked.
His X-wing flew around it a few times.
"Nope. We'll put a tractor beam on it. Come on. The fleet's regrouping. Admiral Antilles has already sent the retrieval order."
Jaina followed Kyp's lead and flew back, but she had the feeling that whatever the ship was, and whoever was in it were going to have some important role to play in the near future.
Maybe it's just me, or what dad called 'mystical mumbo jumbo'. Once.