Wedge Antilles had just arrived at the base when Corran came running
through the door. Wasn't it his turn for patrol? " Yu-Yu-Yuuzhan Vong.
Comlinks not responding." Corran said, still out of breath from the long
run from the hangar.
"Where?" Wedge asked in Alarm. "I'll show you." Corran said. Once back in the hangar, they jumped into their sleek X-wing fighters, while at the same time scrambling the rest of the bases defenses.
"Rogue squadron, S-foils to attack position." Wedge said over the Comm. He reached up and hit the switch which locked his wings in the familiar shape that gave the X-wing its name. "Break by groups. Engage and fire at will."
Corran, the leader of group three, with Ooryl Qurqq on his wing, and Rhohass Hurghleil and Vookc'lesh, both Twileiks, rounding out his group, sped on toward the Yuuzhan Vong.
He did a Snap roll On to his Port-side S-foil, linked his lasers for dual fire, and fired at a Corral Skipper, the Yuuzhan Vong star fighter, and scored a direct hit on the Dovin Basal. Without the Dovin Basal, the Corral Skipper was powerless.
He switched weapons control to proton torpedoes, linked two, and made a run at the Vong cruiser, with the rest of the squad following close behind. Whistler, his astromech, beeped as he tried for a firing solution and changed his tone when he got one. Corran fired at about the same time as the rest of the squadron.
As the 24 torpedoes hit, flames shot up around the impact site. As the cruiser exploded, Corral skippers flew out of the hangar. Corran inverted, and switched back to laser control. Two corral skippers lined up next to each other, about 20 meters away, Started firing their plasma cannons. They probably want me to fly in between them, so I can get them to kill each other, but, their Dovin Basals would strip me of my shields. That might work on a more inexperienced pilot, but not on me. Instead, he went after the one on the left, and fired, scoring a direct hit. Ooryl took the other one. The threat gone, they regrouped and headed back in to base.
"Well, that was just like fighting a Rancor." Remarked Wes Janson. "Wes, shut-up! Just shut-up!" Replied Wedge. Wes Janson, the eternally youthful baby-faced pilot everyone had to love, always had something to say. "You don't have to be rude, General Ewok." Wes said. "Wes, you have kitchen duty tonight."
Wedge said. Wedge sighed. Wes was referring to his time with the Wraiths, when they had held the disguise of the Hawk-bats, a pirate group in the service of Warlord Zsinj. "Awww man! That's not fair," Moaned Wes. "Good," Replied Wedge. "Its not supposed to be."
"Where?" Wedge asked in Alarm. "I'll show you." Corran said. Once back in the hangar, they jumped into their sleek X-wing fighters, while at the same time scrambling the rest of the bases defenses.
"Rogue squadron, S-foils to attack position." Wedge said over the Comm. He reached up and hit the switch which locked his wings in the familiar shape that gave the X-wing its name. "Break by groups. Engage and fire at will."
Corran, the leader of group three, with Ooryl Qurqq on his wing, and Rhohass Hurghleil and Vookc'lesh, both Twileiks, rounding out his group, sped on toward the Yuuzhan Vong.
He did a Snap roll On to his Port-side S-foil, linked his lasers for dual fire, and fired at a Corral Skipper, the Yuuzhan Vong star fighter, and scored a direct hit on the Dovin Basal. Without the Dovin Basal, the Corral Skipper was powerless.
He switched weapons control to proton torpedoes, linked two, and made a run at the Vong cruiser, with the rest of the squad following close behind. Whistler, his astromech, beeped as he tried for a firing solution and changed his tone when he got one. Corran fired at about the same time as the rest of the squadron.
As the 24 torpedoes hit, flames shot up around the impact site. As the cruiser exploded, Corral skippers flew out of the hangar. Corran inverted, and switched back to laser control. Two corral skippers lined up next to each other, about 20 meters away, Started firing their plasma cannons. They probably want me to fly in between them, so I can get them to kill each other, but, their Dovin Basals would strip me of my shields. That might work on a more inexperienced pilot, but not on me. Instead, he went after the one on the left, and fired, scoring a direct hit. Ooryl took the other one. The threat gone, they regrouped and headed back in to base.
"Well, that was just like fighting a Rancor." Remarked Wes Janson. "Wes, shut-up! Just shut-up!" Replied Wedge. Wes Janson, the eternally youthful baby-faced pilot everyone had to love, always had something to say. "You don't have to be rude, General Ewok." Wes said. "Wes, you have kitchen duty tonight."
Wedge said. Wedge sighed. Wes was referring to his time with the Wraiths, when they had held the disguise of the Hawk-bats, a pirate group in the service of Warlord Zsinj. "Awww man! That's not fair," Moaned Wes. "Good," Replied Wedge. "Its not supposed to be."